deadnights·:
with : @exitiabilis· . where : meat cute .
𝖉𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖑 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑 , stance unwavering as cold eyes stare down the face at the barrel of the gun . the one before him is barely more than a boy , strong seeming for his age , perhaps a little scrappy . no match for a man like blaine , but the STUBBORN FIRE reflected in young eyes is near enough to give even him pause .
❝ 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 ? ❞ the words are dry as they fall from his lips , almost amused , he feels somewhat like he’s just caught a child sticking their hand in the cookie jar . assuming , of course , the cookie jar in this scenario is the stack of brains in the meat cute freezer , and the child is a nosey teenage boy whose 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 tugs at blaine’s mind , most likely the grotty skate park he’s grown so accustomed to .
❝ tell you what , ❞ a pause , and pink lips upturn into something of an inappropriate grin . ❝ i’m having a 𝔾𝕆𝕆𝔻 day , and i don’t have my tarp up to catch the blood . so why don’t you 𝑮𝑶 𝑨𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫 and give me a good reason not to pull the trigger ? ❞
well, this is it, he supposes. getting shot isn’t the worst way in the world to go out. at least this stranger wasn’t going to burn him alive, or break every bone in his body until the agony is too much to bear. if zig is lucky, death will be a gentle friend, but considering the stroke of terrible luck he’s had lately, prays his final moments will be different. “ i . . . i don’t get it. why do you need... brains ? ” voice wavers under the pressure of having a loaded weapon pointed at his face.
he’s no stranger to the recent rumors surrounding the skate park. kids were disappearing left and right, and evidently, he regrets not heeding the warnings and staying far away. despite blaine’s words, zig is no detective by any means, but it’s easy to but two and two together when the evidence is right before his eyes. all those missing kids . . . their brains were in there. he knows there’s a black market for all types of organs, but were brains really in that high of a demand ?
not expecting a chance to vouch for his life, he’s in no way ready to give this man a reason on why he should spare zig. though, he’s suddenly grateful that he was abducted on one of the assailant’s good days. “because . . .” he starts, but there’s an obvious hesitation in his voice. cast out of his childhood home now, he wonders how long it would even take for someone to deem him missing. did he even deserve to live when he almost got his mother and brother killed for his own mistakes?
“i don’t know, man. i guess i don’t really have a reason… which is kinda why i wanna live.” he’s made plenty of mistakes in the past, and just recently, hit rock bottom. he didn’t want to die like this — being nothing more than a burden to everyone in his life. although there’s no reason zig truly deserves to be alive, he wants to make one — be a son that his mom can brag about to her friends. that was never going to happen if he died right there. “look... i’m a huge screw up, and if i tried making up some bullshit excuse on why you should spare my life, you’d probably see through it in no time.” he pauses, a loud sigh before continuing.
“but i wanna be different. i want a chance to prove myself to everyone who thinks i’m just some loser. i don’t wanna… end up like my dad.” a deadbeat, really. zig wants to be a provider for those he cares about, the opposite of everything alexei was to their family. “but i feel like that’s where it’s going, and i don’t wanna die before i get a chance to show my mom and brother i’m not like that.” he realizes his words probably come off as nothing more than meaningless rambles from a kid who was already on death row, but it all slips out so easily.
“whatever. it’s not like you’d know anything about what i’m saying. you’re probably like a god to everyone around you.” there’s no point in trying to relate to a crime boss who ran an illegal organ ring. someone like that would never know what it’s like to feel so… useless… alone… weak.











