off with her head || t/b
rebeccasheart.
It’s easier than it should be. The Chief of Police – she’s not nearly as well guarded as one would think. It draws a smile to her lips, that ever-present glint in her eye seemingly brighter as she waits in silence, shrouded in shadows. There’s a lit cigarette balanced between two fingers. She hasn’t smoked in years. But as she taps it quickly, watches sparks of ash float to the ground, she relishes in the high it gives her. Red lips wrap around the bud as her eyes watch every movement made, and she scowls.
They’ll die. Every last one of them, as far as she’s concerned. Oh, sure – Ethan Holmes had been of some use and he’s unfortunately connected to her through Ben ( though the bastard may not know so ), but his colleagues are starting to get on her nerves, and her shooting had only tipped the scale towards their imminent deaths. Their Chief had signed their names in blood and, were Natasha to survive the night ( in which Rebecca can only laugh ), they should consider mutiny.
Innocent, they’d say.
Rebecca wouldn’t care.
When she looks up, it’s to the very woman she seeks emerging from the station. Her eyes darken and she pushes away from the wall she’d been leaning against, cigarette dropping to the pavement where she leaves it lit. Stepping forward, the streetlight shines and she watches from across the street as Natasha looks her way. Staring for a long moment, an eventual smile curves The Red Queen’s blood painted lips. It’s coy, and malicious, and she nearly allows laughter to break before she simply cocks her head to the side, and turns on her heel. She strides down the path with her back to the bitch, her hands itching to wrap around her throat, before she disappears around a corner, and comes to stand in an alley not far from The Chief’s workplace, where she moves to lean against another wall, and she admires her nails.
( @chiefmorris )
She’s never felt like royalty before. Natasha still remembered her high school days when there was a clique of girls that thought they were so special just because they were pretty and their parents would buy them whatever they asked for. She’d never had that type of luxury. Hard work and perseverance were the only things that got her to where she is today. And now, with bodies of mobsters from each family in the ground, she feels like that popular girl in high school with the world at her feet. Never before has the law one-upped the mobs like this, but Natasha had. She knew she had to go above the law to achieve her goal and if it came with an aching guilt, she could swallow it.
Emerging from the station, Natasha pulls her coat a little tighter around her to fight against the cold November air and she can feel the gun heavy in her pocket. Shivering, she looked around her as she did every night before she went home and the figure she saw across the street was surprising enough to make her lean backwards. She had expected to be seeing Rebecca sometime soon. The Red Queen had always been well known for her fiery temper, but her expression didn’t sit right with Natasha. She was too smug, too calm and it drove her mad. She wanted this woman broken and broken.
A smug bitch hiding her pain was something she could handle.
Pushing her hands into her pockets and wrapping one hand around her gun, Natasha bypassed her car and crossed the street as she watched Rebecca turn down an alley. Her finger was already on the trigger of her gun, ready in case Rebecca tried anything and maybe she should be more careful, but Rebecca was a challenge. Being challenged was always something Natasha had enjoyed and so, she followed the Red down the alley until she came to a stop a few paces away from the woman, a smirk curving her own lips. “I must say, I didn’t expect to see you out and about so soon, Rebecca. You should be a little more generous with your concealer, though. Your eyes are still a little red, dear.” Natasha tilted her head to the side, running her eyes up and down the woman that she currently towered over. Rocking back on her heels, Natasha let out an amused. “You know, it was hard choosing who to take from you. One of your kids was tempting after hearing about your reaction to the last one dying. The boy toy you have and think you’re so subtle with was another tempting option.” She’d had one of her detectives following Rebecca, reporting to her alone and it gave her all the tools she needed. “Eventually I figured the sting of losing the father of your children and partner would cripple your little empire the most.” She was gloating, a smug smile curving her mouth the whole time and she was unafraid.
