Can we Get a fic with Jeffrey hawk and a favorite fellow killer? Like Jeffrey flirts or does sum freaky not expecting the reader to do it back and then they match his freak
“Yer not a half bad shot,” the Clown says, eyes skimming her scantily clad body up and down. “Yourself ain’t half bad either.”
“Coming from an ugly fat old clown, that means a lot,” Mina responds in mock sincerity. “I should charge you a dime for every leer you give me.”
He laughs. “Ain’t no money here. You’re welcome to try and stop me from lookin’.”
He groans in pain as a flurry of small throwing knives embed themselves around his groin, blood pooling into a wet patch against his crotch.
“Keep your eyes to yourself, or next time I’ll take them,” Mina says, sending him a kiss. “Now make me proud, won’t you? Hunt down my fans so I can show them a real performance.”
“Yer lucky you’re cute.” He grumbles. He shuffles his belt, grabbing a made-up bottle. “Take this. It’ll make you faster.”
“Is that your piss?” She sneers.
He guffaws loudly, his trousers still stained with damp blood. “Smash it on the ground and find out, sweetheart.”
He shoves the bottle into her hands and heads off, butterfly knife at the ready. He was gonna get them, alright; but not for her.
He finds one of the survivors hiding behind a nearby rock, and throws bottles like no tomorrow. Eventually he’s stuck in a chase with her, both of them slowing as they run out of breath, Jeffrey’s coughs growing louder and louder. The survivor stops beside the pallet across from him, staring wide eyed.
“Please,” she says, voice shaking. “Let me go.”
He laughs raspily, taking a moment to catch his breath. “You know that’s not how this works.”
“I know! I know,” she says, hurriedly. “Just - let Mina kill me. Please.”
He stops short. “You what?”
“Mina! I need to be killed by Mina!” She says, awe in her eyes. “Please, I’m begging you!”
“Why her?” He asks, annoyed.
“Have you ever seen her kill someone?” They say, eyes sparkling. “It’s an experience.”
“I’ll do anything, please - y-you can take my torch -“
“I don’t want ya stinkin’ light, Jesus.” He pauses. “Anything, you say?”
“Anything,” she says with wide, innocent eyes.
He reaches down, hand trailing through the wet warm blood surrounding his cock, and grabs it. Slowly, he starts to stroke himself.
“O-oh,” she says, eyes glued to his hand. “That wasn’t - what I had in mind.”
“It’s in my mind. You said anything, didn’t you?”
He says, his other hand twirling the knife.
More to come! Had to go for my other favourite killer Mina 💕
