What Comes Up Must Come Down
A/N: I wrote this some time ago on quotev so I decided to put this here as well :3 (so sorry if it’s bad 😭) I had to edit a lot of it because the writing was so horrible 💀
The sounds of spray cans fills the air, as well as the sound of them being shaken from time to time. There’s a girl ambitiously spraying art on the walls of a seemingly abandoned building. Music leaks out of her headphones, Slow jamz, a Twista song her dad showed her when she was little. Spraying a mural was something she did weekly, nothing in particular today; just different shapes and drawings she was experimenting with. The abandoned building she’s in was cold and damp but she didn’t let that stop her. She was in a good mood and anyone could tell if they were watching. Dancing and singing while throwing up art was a way to help her cool off steam.
“Got a light skin freind look like Jackson, the dark skin friend look like Michael Jackson” she sings out the lyrics while hitting a move with her feet. She laughs at the silly lyrics.
Her seemingly heavy clothing, chunky boots, thick dickies pants, and a grey baggy hoody, was not slowing her down one bit. The only thing she was blissfully unaware of was the three pairs of foot steps heading her way.
“Masky what are we gonna do about this fucker here, w-we can’t wait for them t-to leave.” A guy who sounds to be in his mid twenties twitches violently, following behind his two coworkers.
“I don’t know, you tell me. We can either kill them or just push em’ out that damn window.” Masky has a bored and annoyed sound to his voice.
“What the f-fuck are they even doing up there. Been stoh-stomping up there for at least a fucking hour.”
The guy twitches as he puts his orange goggles off his eyes on his forehead. He then rolls up his iconic brown stripped sweater. Standing at 5’9 he has more of a lanky athletic build, already itching to run someone off. All three men vary in looks, the only similarities are the boots they wear for their work.
“Fuck if I know Toby.” Masky replies.
Hoodie is the first to catch a glimpse of the girl. He stops in his tracks to just stare at her through the doorframe. Masky is curious at his partners sudden pause. Before he can say anything he too sees the girl. Furrowing his brows behind his mask, he stands dumbfounded.
“Why did you guys stop?” Toby said barely walking up the last steps.
Hoodie just points. Toby’s head then looks to the girl who’s giving the dance of her life to a song blaring out her headphones. He starts bursting out in laughter, holding his stomach even. The thing is, she’s actually pretty good. She seems to have experience in her moves and from what they hear, following the rhythm. All they see is a girl with headphones on, facing away from them with a bag full of spray cans on the floor, and a unique mural, seemingly her work. Hoodie chuckles, smiling under his mask.
“What the fuck.” He says with a smile in his voice.
The girl doesn’t even know that she’s being observed . She’s as happy as one can be. Smiling and sweating a bit. Hoodie then walks into the room and his teammates follow.
“Hoodie-“ Masky starts but Hoodie just puts his finger up at him. Hoodie just leans on the wall and keeps watching. The song ends and the girl huffs out.
“Todays a good day.” She says to herself. Another song starts to play but she goes to her bag to put all her cans away, She bends down.
“Gonna go home, eep, get ready for the birthday dinner, then ice cream.”
She zips her bag and puts it on. With music still blaring she zips around only to see the men with masks on, including Toby. She jumps, gripping her bags shoulder strap, startled by their presence. Her eyes immediately snap to the pair of hatchets that sit at Toby’s hips. The three men stand there unbothered. Tobys amusement is shown with his eyes, waiting to see how this whole situation will go down. After a brief moment she takes her headphones off and situates herself. Turning off her music.
“U-uhhh. Hi,” Her response is drawed out in nervousness, the men seemingly staring her down. The growing pit in her chest still there, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too, uh cause any disruption?” She feels like any wrong word will determine if she gets out of this building alive.
The men still say nothing. Toby looks to Masky who looks at Hoodie. Which in turn makes the girls eyes follow. She has a death grip on that shoulder strap.
“You scared?” Is all he says.
“Well, um, yeah…” Another moment of awkward silence passes. It kills her, unaware that’s the intention Hoodie wants . “Not to mention, you guys are in like, some weird costumes.” Her voice is small.
Toby starts to walk up to her, her eyes widen a bit. Trying to sink into the wall she takes a quick glance at his hatchets. He gets his face real close and personal. With one hand planted to the wall beside her, the other in his pocket. She almost whimpers in fear. Toby’s shit eating grin doesn’t calm her nerves one bit. His eyes follows hers as she try’s to not look directly at him. Gulping, she another nervous glance at his hatchets. Taking notice to this he just smiles. His hand then goes from his pocket to the strap on his belt that hold his hatchets, taking one out. She can feel her heart in her ears. At first he has the blade pointing at her, then flips it around quickly making her jump.
“You like it?” He puts the back end of the blade on her cheek. She closes her eyes and faces away, trying her hardest to prevent herself from sobbing. Toby then gets real close, sliding the hatchet down her face.
“I like it too.” He’s says in a whisper.
Hes so close that she could feel his body heat. Not to mention how he’s towering over her in a way that makes her crunch up a bit. Masky and Hoodie are now on either side of them. Masky to the right of her, Toby still pressed up against her to her left, and Hoodie, arms crossed, in the middle. Trapping her like a box. Toby then steps back a bit. At this moment if she took one step in any direction she would be chest to chest with them. She looks down, mentally shitting bricks. She hates how these men are towering over her.
“What are we gonna do with her Hoodie.” Masky states.
“I’m thinkin’,” Hoodie replies. Those beady red eyes staring through her soul.
He then stretches out his hand and brushes some of her hair behind her ear. She finches hard, causing him to grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her so she looks up at him, her headphones falling to the ground. She grunts. Crying as stares at that red frown.
“Listen to me.” He pulls her close to him, the girls hands fly straight to his wrist in an attempt to loosen his iron grip “ You're gonna home have that dinner and that ice cream.” The mocking tone he laces his words with make her feel even smaller “Alright? You never saw us. You were never here. Nothing.” She’s breathing heavily and grips his wrist again.
“Mmhhmm.” She said frantically, face hot and tense. His other hand shoots up to her face gripping her cheeks painfully. Making her unwillingly pout.
“No you’re gonna talk to me.” He makes her nod her head painfully. “Do I make myself clear?” Toby snickers at the embarrassing state she’s in. Her eyes flicker to masky then back to hoodie. She almost forgets the other two men are there.
“Yes!” She sobs out, tears now spilling out of her.
“Good. If you ever tell anyone about today. I’ll make sure that when I tie your family up and gut them, you’ll have a front-row seat. Got it?”
At this point, it’s an endless stream of tears. His hand goes from her cheeks to her throat.
“Y-yes. I w-won’t tell anyone. I promise.” His hand then lets go of the fist full of hair. His hands then go to her shoulders and takes a look at her. She’s obviously disheveled. Hoodie fixes her messed up hair, patting it down. Then with his gloved hands wipes away her tears.
“See that wasn’t so bad.” He says in a cheerful tone. He steps back, all three of his comrades looking at her. She notices Toby looking jittery.
“Can we please throw her out the window?” Toby pleads hoodie.
The girl looks at Hoodie eyes wide pleading. There’s a brief moment of silence.
“What?” She croaks out. Toby then laughs and grabs her, Masky following suit and helping toby.
“Wait wait!” She exclaims to no avail. They both grab an arm and a leg and swing her for momentum.
With a smile in his voice Toby chants, even Masky was enjoying this.
“No! No! Please!” She screams out, trying to wiggle herself out feeling her already heavy backpack swing side to side with her. Toby giggles.
“Three!” With Toby’s last count he makes sure to swing her as hard as he could out of the window.
They threw her like she weighed nothing. Her world pauses for a moment and as she fell, she catches a glimpse of hoodie with her headphones around his neck, as well as Toby smilingly manically while peaking his head through the window. Maskys eyes staring down menacingly. She just knows he’s smiling under that fucking mask. Before she’s knows it, she falls 20 feet to the ground. The spray cans burst in her backpack upon landing. The air is knocked out of her as she rolls to her side. She grunts, gasps and tenses her body at the pain. She can hear those fucking men laughing. All three of them as it seems. Gasping she turns to her stomach to get up. She has to fight her own body to try and stand up. Stumbling to her feet she fails a couple times before she gets up fully. Forcing herself to run she decides she can’t wait here any longer. She’d rather have that dinner than to see if they changed their mind.
A/N: (this is the AN I wrote when I first published this)
I had this idea while listening to the song.
youtu.be/-QSgUfphaTI?si=BINvQDmxHWEWihPg
Idk y but it was fun to write 😭 if people like this maybe I’ll turn it into a book. For now please check out my other work :3 if you can’t click the link it’s called Slow Jamz (feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx) by TWISTA on YouTube. It’s a good ahh song.
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