something wicked

[sxnisms]

(open to female muses)

The fight had ended only ten minutes ago, Max watching from the sidelines as his prized fighter went down for the fourth time in two weeks. He was furious, practically seething, because a lost fight meant lost money and a blow to his reputation. This time, however, he had warned the fighter that if he lost another match, he’d find the man’s girlfriend after the last round and show her how a real man got things done. The fighter had laughed it off and agreed, but the moment had actually arrived and Max was walking straight towards the girlfriend in question. “Looks like you get to pay for your boyfriend’s mistakes tonight, love,” he growled as he approached the woman. “I’m down thousands of dollars because he’s apparently lost the ability to land a decent fuckin’ punch.”

[cxvengiirls]

ophelia had watched from one of the boxes, the door guarded by one of max’s entourage. she had also been fuming, angry that her boyfriend had agreed to max’s little bet. it made her bristle, the way he had laughed it off, but ophelia knew how much the previous loses had made more of a blow to his ego then to his body, how it had effected his confidence, his ability. she hadn’t tried to run when she watched her boyfriend lose. there was no point. she’d warned him not to get involved with these people. although, you could argue it was partly her own fault - she should’ve left him when she’d seen the first red flags. 

she was terrified as max approached, gripping her own wrist so tightly her knuckles turned white. her heart was hammering, and for one insane moment she thought about making some sarcastic remark, but she swallowed it. max was so angry. she didn’t put it past him to show her a decent fuckin’ punch. instead she let out a shaking breath, her gaze moving to the floor. “...i see.”

[thnitos-deactivated20180101]

cxvengiirls :

freyja never meant for this to happen. she avoided all necessary confrontation– she’d tried to avoid walking home alone at night, but sephie hadn’t answered her phone and fifi was out of town. so she’d no choice but to walk home alone at night. and of course, the one time she wasn’t careful, a creep had come at her with a goddamn knife. he’d gone for her but someone had pushed her aside, smacking her against a wall, and now she was looking up at the altercation with a sore head and a disbelieving expression. how was this guy not dead– but instead making threats!? “oh my god…” she said quietly, slowly backing up against the wall, for some reason clutching her bag tightly in front of her chest, as if that would protect her.

With a grunt, Ares held the knife tight as he tried to pry it off the bones and flesh that it cut through. Puny mortals and their puny kitchenware. Puny mortal women and their stupidity by walking through dark alleys during the night. Stupid, stupid. The man was already gone when he pulled the knife out, running away with a terrified look on his face. He examined the knife with one hand, staring the glinting tip that had the shine of liquid gold. Ichor. The blood of the gods. “Stabbing this between his eyes would’ve been very entertaining.” he said, then his eyes flared as he looked at the girl. “Now, why are you walking alone in a dark alley with no protection? Are you crazy?”

[cxvengiirls]

watching a man pull a knife out of his own body was one thing. watching what appeared to be a man pull a knife of out of his own body and watch liquid gold emerge on the blade was another thing entirely. freyja could only assume the knock to her head was making her see things, but she was no stranger to the strange and unexpected. she looked up at the man above her with an expression of terror. technically, he had saved her-- but being saved by someone who found the idea of killing someone entertaining and could pull a knife out of his own body was making her blood run cold. “i-- i-- i didn’t want to...” she said feebly, hearing her own voice crack. her head was throbbing and she felt close to tears. she slowly got to her feet, resembling a new born foal with thin, shaking legs, clutching the wall for support.

[thnitos-deactivated20180101]

open.

It stung. Like how fire would sting when you got hit by it. But it was a short, sharp pain that didn’t linger. Ares held the knife’s handle with both hands, trying to pull it out of his sternum but it was embedded tightly and deeply in his chest. He could even feel his heart beating beside it. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He hates this. “This is not fun, you know.” He told his attacker, his eyes burning in flames as he stared at them. “This is annoying. You better be away from here when I get this off because the next you’ll be seeing this knife is when it’s embedded between the sockets of your eyes.”

[cxvengiirls]

freyja never meant for this to happen. she avoided all necessary confrontation-- she’d tried to avoid walking home alone at night, but sephie hadn’t answered her phone and fifi was out of town. so she’d no choice but to walk home alone at night. and of course, the one time she wasn’t careful, a creep had come at her with a goddamn knife. he’d gone for her but someone had pushed her aside, smacking her against a wall, and now she was looking up at the altercation with a sore head and a disbelieving expression. how was this guy not dead-- but instead making threats!? “oh my god...” she said quietly, slowly backing up against the wall, for some reason clutching her bag tightly in front of her chest, as if that would protect her.

[jennifer-ell]

[violentacontrosilenzioso-blog]

[ak0505]