dysfunctional.

maybe i could swim into your thoughts like your drugs do? paralyze your body, sick and tired of waking up to burning eyes and cigarettes, i'm falling through the couch like a suicide mission tonight. my god, here comes the downside. - indie rp blog - allie, 21, est

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Blake cursed and damned the whole Earth and any deity that might be listening; he knew there would be hardly any peaceful days when he joined The Pack, but he also didn’t expect that the ONE DAY he decided to take was also a rain of bullets and powder. The projectiles were hitting the vehicle as he scanned the area for any exit that he could use to get Elliot to safety; the last thing he needed was to carry with this in conscience as well. He looked at her, but she was frozen and while acting based on instinct… it was the worst she could do right now. He nudged her not very softly so she snapped out of it. Afterwards, he pointed at an alley not so far that would work as an easy escape and then, reflected on the side mirror of the car they were using to hide, he saw one of his mates, The Bull, come out of his hideout to start shooting with his own automatic rifle. His blood froze because while his comrade was known for being headstrong and arrogant at the moment of fighting, he was breaking the rules; Q had ordered to stay put and never attack back unless one of their own was hurt in action. He wanted to yell at him, but voices were strictly prohibited, SO HE HAD TO ENDURE AND WATCH.

The heavy body of his friend fell on the cold pavement in slow motion as Blake watched horrified how his friend’s mask cracked, exposing part of his face. That was it, that was the queue. He took out his own gun, silver and shiny and even engraved with the word APOGEE on the body of the weapon. He wasn’t quite the shooter like The Hawk, but he could defend himself just fine in situations like this and so, he peeked over his hideout to shoot one of the responsible ones death and then two shots (one missing) to another one, leaving them immobilized with a bleeding knee.

she was still stuck in her own mind, trying to block everything out, but when she felt him shaking her roughly, she snapped out of it. she looked up at him with wide eyes, her body trembling ever so slightly in fear. she looked over to where he had pointed and nodded a little, taking a few deep breaths as she pulled off her shoes, there wasn’t any way she could run in those heels. with one last breath to calm herself (as much as she could in this situation), she got up and darted toward the alley, her shoes hooked on her fingers as she made it to safety. she made sure to run almost completely down the alley, leaning up against a wall to check her surroundings. once she thought she was okay, she took a minute to pull out her phone to try and call her friends.

in the middle of dial tones and voicemails, her hazel eyes darted towards the gunshots and she noticed the wolf getting up to start shooting too. elliot looked away immediately, sinking down to take a seat with her back against the wall. she pulled back on her shoes and continued to try and contact her friends, hoping that they were okay. she immediately felt guilty for all of this, it was her fault that they even went there in the first place, and now she had to sit and wait for their fates.

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       It would be a five minute lap and while the cars were away, the noise of the crowd increased as they started making their bets and dance to the rhythm of the music, which also started sounding louder. Blake tried to stay as away and neutral as possible from Elliot; her stubbornness was… annoying if anything. There were things she was never supposed to meddle with and The Pack was one of them.

When the runners arrived, the crowd cheered and surrounded the winner with incessant attention as the loser remained mostly alone. By then, Blake had managed to move near the improvised stage of the DJ at the back of a pick-up truck to watch all the action from afar and it was only when the second place got out of his car with a face far from pleased. The hair at the back of his neck immediately reacted and his body tensed, changing from his relaxed pose to something more… prepared as the adrenaline started pumping through his veins. The driver reached the rest of his people, who didn’t seem happy either and when one of them took their hand to the back of his pants, that’s when Blake searched through the crowd for Elliot and ran through the crowd to grab her by the wrist and pull her away just right when the shooting started.

instead of immediately persisting and following him around, elliot took the message and left him alone, returning to her friends to wait at the finish line of the race. the girls all enjoyed the chaos of it all, dancing around and enjoying themselves as the crowd roared almost louder than the cars. when the cars began to race back towards them, the girls followed the crowd, but still stuck to the back so that they didn’t run into any trouble with any of the intimidating people inhabiting the area.

elliot and her friends all cheered as the winning driver got out of their car, and she was barely paying attention, almost pulling away when she felt a hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling her. her eyes connected with the man, and she didn’t fight back, but she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the guns starting to fire. her friends began to run, all charging in different directions, and elliot ducked behind a car with the wolf, her heart racing in her chest, she almost wasn’t registering what was happening. she just crouched behind the car, shutting her eyes tightly and covering her ears as if she was trying to block it all out and just pray that she didn’t die. 

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     The temptation to just… smack her unconscious and then throw her into a cab towards her home was AWFULLY TEMPTING. At her assurance, he adopted a stance than denoted his incredulity towards her statement and he started typing again “First the party, then the burglar and then this. If anything happens, this is the last time I am helping you”, he stated before writing again, “you really would have wanted to not receive any kind of help?”, Blake asked with a huff. “This little mystery solving of yours is gonna get you killed”, the wolf replied as he looked over at the cars that shoot themselves down the road with deafening noise and a smoke screen behind. Blake grabbed the drink from her hands and emptied it before walking by towards the bigger crowd at the finish line.

elliot let her eyes continue to scan what he was typing out, rolling her eyes, “you know that i’m thankful that you did help, but you didn’t have to help.” she murmured, “i’m not some pathetic helpless puppy, you know. i blame the city, its a lot more dangerous.” when he mentioned that solving the mystery would get herself killed, she scoffed, “for the record, it’s your mystery, and i intend to solve it.” when he dumped out her drink, she folded her arms and followed him, her friends following behind them from a distance to watch the race. the roaring of the engines and the tires screeching did make her wince at just how loud it was, but it was quite the sight to see, at least once the smoke had cleared enough to see anything.

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       She still was so persistent. Blake squinted his eyes behind the mask as she spoke and gave him reasons, shooting glares to her friends whom he didn’t know nor wished to and seemed like extra flesh to carry around, which he definitely didn’t like. Blake sighed and realizing that there was no way she would leave him alone without an explanation, he pulled out his phone and opened the notepad app to start typing.

“Don’t get ideas; the boss told me to not let anyone die at that party”, he wrote, “and the burglar was roaming around campus property and that’s where we get the most of our recruits, can’t risk have them scared or killed”, he explained showing her the screen. “This is no place for you and your friends, you have to leave”, Blake added just at the moment the engines roared, ready to start the race.

she waited patiently for him to type out the paragraph on his phone. it was weird that he didn’t want to talk, but to each their own, it was probably something with his identity. it only made her more drawn to just how mysterious he was. she looked down at the phone and began to read it, biting her lip.

“listen, i wasn’t going to die at that party,” that was the lie she had kept telling herself. luckily the few friends that she still kept around knew better than to start bugging her about how her drinking was a problem. “i just had a little too much to drink.” she scoffed, continuing to read the screen. “regardless, you could’ve let that guy rob me if you wanted to.” elliot murmured, shaking her head a little bit as he began to type out the last sentence. she was going to make some snarky comment about how she could do as she pleased, but the engines roaring interrupted the words about to come out of her mouth. “there’s more to this, i can feel it.” she said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear, “we’re not leaving until i figure it out.” 

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      Blake remained with his back to her, hoping she wouldn’t see him; in fact… why was she even here? He wanted nothing to do with her, her friends or the trouble she could cause, in fact, he had even found his ticket out of this situation when one of the racers was looking for a copilot, but then… A PAT ON HIS SHOULDER.

He froze and sighed heavily before turning looking over his shoulder and the small figure looking at him with playful eyes. Blake turned the rest of her body to her and crossed his arms, studying her whole and wondering if this was going to become a habit of theirs; was she gonna often to the events hosted by criminals in this side of town? Blake tilted his head upward to greet her, before looking over at her friends not so far from there and sighing again. He shook his head as his eyes focused back on Elliot and he pointed at the exit. She shouldn’t be here, this was dangerous and if anything happened, things could go really really wrong; but still, he leaned a little over her still with crossed arms as now he cocked his head to the side, precising a valid explanation of why she was here.

she watched him carefully, noticing his eyes trailing toward her friends, she offered a sheepish smile, “i wasn’t stupid enough to come here alone, obviously.” elliot mentioned, her voice slightly quieter as she let out a nervous laugh, “for the record, this was kind of their idea too.” even if it originally was elliot’s idea to pursue him, her friends did help her out. when he lifted his hand to point toward the exit, she felt that she should’ve expected this. this wasn’t her scene, obviously. it was out of place to have her and her friends there, but she was too stubborn. she wanted to figure this guy out, and the only way she would do that is if she went to him.

when he tilted his head and leaned over her slightly, she gazed down at her feet for a moment before letting their eyes meet again. he probably wanted to know why she was here. “i just...” she paused, thinking about how to phrase it without sounding crazy. “i don’t know, i wanted to know why i feel drawn to you. because i feel like you’re drawn to me too. why you saved me twice. maybe its just a coincidence, but i don’t know.”

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   The south side of the city was his favorite part because not only fun was assured, but also the neon signs dominated the night and lightened even the darkest alleys, giving the spectators a nice view of artificial stars. He was there with some other members of the gang including his brother to close some deals with another criminal group; Blake offered to stay by Q’s side, but whether this was far too private or the tequila had hit the leader hard enough, the wolf was instructed to go and enjoy the party and the races outside and he did.

While none of his fellow gang members was participating, Blake joined the crowd with a couple of other animals by his side and as some people approached to greet them ( friends, probably? ), the little group split to go on their own for the rest of the night. The wolf decided to roam around the cars in silence, sliding through the dancing crowd and grabbing a drink. While not of a solitary nature, he had lost the habit of getting involved with strangers in business nights, specially when he had the responsibility if Q wasn’t around.

Eventually, he ended up admiring one of the cars that had the hood open, exposing the expensive accessories that had been added to it and oh, why not? Let’s take a look. Blake was having his own little fun with that when he heard a familiar voice and discreetly turned just to see Elliot there with her groups of friends.    GOD, WHY?  He rolled his eyes and decided to throw his own jacket hood over his head to try and go by unrecognized.

she stuck around close to her friends, because even though she felt a spike in confidence, (was it the alcohol, or just because being bad felt good?) elliot still was weary of the crowd that they were with. the girls found the drinks, and began doing what they did best, get drunk. but, even despite their tipsy, giggly conversations, elliot and her friends were keeping an eye out for the masked man that she had kept encountering. 

there were a few false positive alarms, the girls pointing out masked men that looked pretty similar to the wolf, and elliot almost started to think that this was a waste. maybe it was just dumb luck, this guy had saved her twice, and that was that. maybe it wasn’t worth it to go chasing after him, he was most likely a criminal, part of one of the gangs that she had kept hearing about on the news or through rumors around campus.

her hazel eyes continued to casually scan the crowd, and she felt appealed to go take a look at the cars, grabbing one of her friend’s hands to pull her along. she sipped from her drink as they walked around, stopping at each car for a few moments. elliot made it a point to look at the other people gathered around each car, but her eye caught him.

she turned to her friend and they whispered about him for a minute, her friend firing her up to go approach him as if this were some party and it was just any old guy. it felt weird, because this wasn’t your run of the mill hookup like her usual contenders. her friend promised to keep a watchful eye over her and elliot finished off her drink before squeezing through the crowd to approach him. 

she bit her lower lip as she came up behind him, tapping him on his shoulder gently. “hey stranger.” her voice was playful, and she really didn’t know what to say to him, especially since all she wanted to ask was why me?

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       The whole way back to her place was silent, at least from his side; he barely even looked at her when she thanked him and he tried to focus his attention on the front road to avoid any kind of stupid temptation of revealing himself. The way home was short, thankfully, because it was getting awfully late… or should he say awfully early? He kept the bat in his hand, dragging it for some minutes on the pavement and then leaning it on his shoulders, throwing wild glares to anybody who dared to stare for too long.

Once they arrived, Blake got sure to memorize the address just in case and as they faced each other at the steps of the building, a strong nostalgia kicked him right in the guts, but of course there was nothing to be done. It was the last time, he thought, no more good Samaritan, no more masked hero, no. She had to learn how to take care of herself. Upon her grateful words again, he just dropped something like… a huff? before a hand reached for her face and he pinched softly her cheek before giving her one last stare and parting ways for the night.

when his hand reached up to pinch her cheek gently, she chuckled softly, a softened crimson color rising to her cheeks as their eyes connected once more. she watched him turn and walk away, pulling her lower lip between her teeth before turning around to head back up to her apartment.

her mind was still stuck on who the masked man could’ve been, and she had spent most of the night dwelling on it in between cigarettes and strong drinks. she eventually fell asleep, but immediately started to call and text all of her friends that morning. elliot needed to figure out who this was, she needed to see him more. one friend thought that she was crazy for pining after the masked vigilante, but nonetheless agreed to help, and the four girls began to look for trouble on the other side of town, assuming that they’d run into him again.

days passed, then a weeks passed, and it seemed like elliot and her friends wouldn’t run into him again, but then they had an insane idea - street racing.

elliot had spent most of the day leading up to that almost nervous, but a trusty bottle of vodka helped her drown out any worries, and she met up with her friends to go to the other side of town. those girls most have been crazy, especially with how much more dangerous the city was getting, but at least they were together. 

she felt a little out of place there, but aimlessly walked around nearby her friends, feeling some eyes following them around as the girls welcomed themselves to the party. for some reason, elliot felt badass out there, her eyes wandering the crowd at the racers all stood near their cars, other people making bets, and people revving engines loudly. her and her friends found a place to stand near the back of the crowd and settled in to see if they’d come across the wolf.

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     A foot was placed on the man’s throat as the bat aimed at his face and Blake broke eye contact with Elliot as he turned to glare at the burglar that was frozen on the floor. The wolf extended his hand towards the man in a demanding way and with the remaining working fingers, he delivered, shaky, the wallet he had stolen from the girl. It was only then than Blake left the other alone, knowing a car police should patrol that area in a few minutes.

He turned to her, approaching as menacing as ever as he opened her wallet to look for her ID. No words. That was a golden rule he couldn’t break and so, he pointed at her address and beckoned her to follow him with a movement of the head. Ah, so she had finally left the campus, that was a good sign, right? It meant she was doing alright. Once he memorized the address, he returned the wallet and started walking.

she managed to watch this time as the masked man silently threatened the man with the bat, thankful that he got back her wallet for her. she wiped her eyes free of any tears that had threatened to roll down her cheeks and she carefully got up to her feet, keeping her distance from the hooded man writhing on the ground. she almost smiled toward the wolf when he pointed at her address just before handing back her wallet. she nodded and followed him, sticking right nearby as they walked. 

she had finally gained enough composure to speak up, “t-thanks for helping me out back there.” elliot murmured softly. she didn’t get a response, but for some reason, she felt some weird comfort with the man. i mean, of course he just saved her from whatever impending doom that had descended upon her, but even with his silence, it didn’t make her feel uneasy.

they weren’t far from her apartment, and the whole short walk toward her home she couldn’t help but ponder who was behind the mask. if this was, in fact, the same person that had helped her at that warehouse party, what was so special about her? how did he show up again? it felt all too strange; it was rare that she pitted things like this to fate- but what else could it have been?

once they made it to her apartment building, her steps slowed to a stop and she looked up at him, “thanks again, i don’t know how i could repay you. but i really appreciate it.” she said in a soft voice, offering him a gentle smile.

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    He was dismissed early that day, which he kinda hated because now it was either sleep or find something else to do. Night out, mask on. That was the rule, specially if he was going to be meddling in areas that weren’t his own territory. Metallic baseball bat, gun and blades ready. Blake fixed his mask on the face and headed outside.

The streets were rather quiet aside of the occasional party that revolved around drugs and some other illegal activities and even more illegal members. He’d rather avoid those, if he wanted a rave, he would have planned one himself. So he walks and walks, not ever making eye contact and not ever moving aside to let the rare passerby walk through; oh no, he was crime royalty and if someone had to move aside, it was them.

His feet take the best of him as he eventually approaches a relatively well-known zone. While The Pack stayed away from the school areas, the rest of the criminals had been pushed this way, causing a balanced wave of crime to rise all around the place.   IN FACT… a hooded man sneaked around a dying house party and Blake had had enough experience in the field to know what this man was up to.    Didn’t mind, didn’t care.    Not his business, but then, a feminine silhouette exited the place and she was soon targeted by the robber.

His heart skipped a beat upon realizing how unfair and coincidental fate was being with him. NO. Back then it was a party and ONE single good action, no more; so he tried to turn on his heels and head back home, but   THE GUILT, oh, the stupid guilt. Blake groaned to himself and headed right into Elliot’s direction, but kept his distance at all times. When he reached them, the burglar had already pushed the girl into an alley and there was a knife out threatening her. Blake didn’t think it twice before swinging his bat right onto the man’s legs that bent with a cracking sound and his scream was released into the night. The wolf approached to the man and stepped on the hand that was still holding the blade until the knuckles cracked as well and until then… he looked over at Elliot and he became unsettled.    He didn’t know if it was nice to see her again or not.

god, she felt so stupid, frozen in place when the hooded man appeared in front of her weilding a knife. she swallowed dryly, her hands beginning to shake ever so slightly. no matter how much she didn’t want to remember, she could only think about that night that she had a gun pressed to the back of her head. she snapped out of it slightly when the man began to instruct her to move toward a nearby alley. her heart was racing in her chest as she tried to will her body to do something. punch, kick, scream, do something, dumbass! the criminal started to threaten her, and she was just about to accept her fate when she heard footsteps approaching again.

her eyes darted over and she took a few steps backwards, tripping over her own feet before falling back on her butt with a loud grunt. but somehow, she vaguely remembered what had happened at that party the weekend before, or at least what she had been told. it was the masked guy, wasn’t it? her theory was quickly confirmed when the masked figure began to take down the guy, and she closed her eyes and turned her head when she heard the cracking sounds as he landed blows on her attacker’s legs and hand. she peeked over at the wolf, connecting gazes with him, her doe eyes wide and watering ever so slightly. she mouthed a thank you to him, knowing her voice probably would’ve come out as an inaudible squeak anyways.

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ahh, off campus house parties. maybe this was why elliot didn’t want to ever leave college - how else was she going to get drunk off of cheap beer and enjoy the attention she got from the frat boys? she had stepped out into the front yard to smoke a cigarette, taking a break from the hot, crowded house to let her buzz sink in. that was the only unfortunate thing now, it was taking more and more alcohol to really feel its effects. for the first time in a while, she wasn’t concerned with taking guys home, and instead was playing wing woman for her friends. that’s what friends are for, right?

she felt her phone buzzing around and pulled it out of her bra (she hated the lack of pockets in her outfits). it was a text from her friend, she was going home with the guy she had spent most of the night with, and she told elliot not to wait up for her. she chuckled to herself, sending a quick reply before letting her eyes scan the crowd to see if there was anybody worth her attention, but to no avail. she stomped out her cigarette with her heeled boot, and began to walk the couple of blocks home.

it probably wasn’t the smartest idea, especially considering the spike in crimes in the city, but her drunken brain wasn’t thinking about that. instead, her eyes shifted between her feet and looking up at the sky. she always had this weird habit of looking up for stars in the city, it was something she missed about her rural hometown. she had been deep in thought as she walked, but she stopped for a moment and let her head snap around, she could’ve sworn she had heard something...

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     The carton was empty but he didn’t dare to move a muscle to get something else to drink or even to change his cramped position. Blake fixed his eyes on the pitch black of the floor as the rain continued singing for them alongside they war screams of the gods shaped in thunder and lightning. He knew he had crossed some kind of limit and there was no turning back; any chance of having a nice friendship or whatever with her had blew up; now there was even way less that could hold him back there; he’d move to The Pack’s headquarters and he wouldn’t call her or text her or anything. They’d be done for good and she would never see him again. Yes, that was good, in fact, it was the only available solution at this point.

Blake looks down while she lists the accusations, clenching his teeth and squishing the empty package in his hands. “You wish”, he mutters, “but you didn’t and that’s the important thing here”, he raised his voice. “You still picked the poison”, the wolf hissed finally standing up and grabbing the gun, he put it at the center of the coffee table between them. “Do you wanna release your pain? Go ahead. Do it, shoot me, Elliot; let all of that rage devour you”, he muttered; “after all… you’ll find someone better and I fucking know it”.

this wasn’t good- she didn’t know if she was more hurt from the horrible things that they were both saying or if she was more hurt because there was no way that they would come back from this. she still cared about him deeply, and she almost hated herself for it. they weren’t good for each other, no matter how much she wanted things to be at least a little pleasant between them. her eyes fixed on him, glaring at him as he fought back.

when the gun was placed on the table between them, she knew she wouldn’t dare touch it, let alone use it, especially not on blake. but elliot was still blinded by rage. she wanted him to hurt too. with that, she stood up, taking a swig from the bottle again as she stood directly opposite from him, “you know what, blake? you’re not worth it. you’re not worth prison or whatever comes if i were to do that.” she mumbled, scowling at him, “i’m sure somebody else is out for your head anyways. why would i be stupid enough to shoot you if somebody else could?” the words spewing out of her lips even scared and upset her, she would never genuinely want that to be his fate, but she so desperately wanted him to feel some sort of pain from her words. 

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    Listening to her broken voice was unexpected; he curled up his legs and turned his head away from her so he didn’t had to deal with that so directly. For the first time in the night, GUILT hit him as she spoke and he even had to lower his eyes as a frown full of frustration framed his shadowed face. “I didn’t want you to feel something; that was something extra to fuel my pride”, my god, shut your mouth already. He wanted to bite his own tongue, to stop talking, but he couldn’t; he had been taught to be destructive, to be a force of mass destruction capable of getting the worst out of every situation.     Quade would be proud.      “You speak as if you didn’t know me; our relationship was never all peaches, remember?”. Blake drops a bitter chuckle, more due his odd reasoning than her words, “well, you just broke the spell, so ta-da! Enchantment’s over, Cinderella; you can move on now”, he added with a mutter, his voice completely lacking any kind of joy or pride at this point. “You gotta be careful who you trust”.

she wanted to leave. she wanted to get up and run away, what a nice change in pace in comparison to earlier that night when she couldn’t move a muscle. elliot tapped her fingernails against the side of the glass bottle in frustration before lifting it to her lips once again in a feeble attempt to numb even just a little bit of the pain. it was going to take a lot more than that to cure the wounds that blake’s words continued to poke at. she sat in silence for a few moments, letting what was said cut deep into her. she didn’t know what else to say, and she wanted to hurt him as much as he was hurting her, but it felt like an impossible task. she could keep calling him names and trying to pick apart just how mean he was, but it wouldn’t do a thing.

“fuck you, blake.” she managed to whimper out, her voice growing slightly louder than before. “i wish i never even wasted my time on you in the first place, it would’ve saved me a shit ton of heartache and it would’ve saved me a lot of money in therapy. i could’ve found somebody a hell of a lot better than you and you fucking know it.” 

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     Thankfully she couldn’t see his face, because it shifted and his body tensed and he gulped more from the juice as she kept on rambling about their last night together. God, it wasn’t just a hookup and while he painfully acknowledged it, the situation didn’t become any easier; in fact, that night was the first one it wasn’t just sex, it was something else and he LOVED the feeling, but again… catch feelings and you’ll catch a bullet. “Oh, I’d still adore to fuck you every night, that didn’t change, I just used pretty words, but the intention was, is and will always be the same: JUST SEX”, he declared with a little pinch to his heart, but with confident words nonetheless. The tension thickens slightly only being interrupted by the sound of the tequila hitting the crystal case. “Nothing at all, actually, but finding out you still had some buried feelings was serendipity;  to think I only had to give you a stupid flower”, he drops a dry chuckle, “should’ve done it sooner”.

his words hit her right in the gut, and she tried her best to keep the tears from welling in her eyes. but of course, it felt impossible, her hazel eyes watering as a flicker of thunder and lightning illuminated the room for a split second. “so not only did you decide to pursue sex just to use me, you wanted me to feel something? you’re sick, blake. that’s really fucking low.” her voice came out in a muddled whimper, and she couldn’t decide if it was anger or pain that was fueling the tension building up inside of her. “you took advantage of the fact that i was in a tough spot with us being there and you used me.” she accused, impatiently wiping away a few tears that began to roll down her cheek. “i should’ve fucking known better. we’ve been playing this goddamn game for so fucking long. you’re going to coax me in with some bullshit sweetness just to get what you want whenever you please.”

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     “I mean… you kinda freaked out with the gun, but putting that aside, you have the final girl type”, he admits before chugging more juice, creating a sweet nice taste in his mouth once it got combined with the remaining alcohol in his tongue. Considering the mood was cooling down, he took the gun from his pants and put it on the couch’s arm to sink into the seat more comfortably .

There was a brief pause which he didn’t really consider, his question was mostly to fill in the silence ( he hated silence ) and once she started blabbering about their little encounter some weeks ago, Blake looked over the carton in her direction, although with the pitch black darkness only silhouettes were recognizable. “Ouch, someone’s irritable”, he mumbled with a roll of the eyes, “Seriously, Elliot, what did you expect? That we would just go back to date and everything would be nice and pretty?”, he wondered. “I thought we were on the same page that night”.

irritable was right, it had been her mood for the past few days anyways, between trying to get some studying done for finals, and trying not to lose her mind. she felt like she had barely slept, because she was spending that time getting drunk or going out to treat herself to what she thought was some well deserved relaxation. she huffed and reached over for the bottle again, taking another few gulps as her eyes cast a glare toward his shadowed figure.

she didn’t know what she expected from that night, in all honesty. sure, it would’ve been nice if it could’ve been all sunshine and rainbows, but it wasn’t even like that when they dated in the first place. “i don’t know, blake. it sure seemed like that was something more than just a hookup.” elliot really didn’t want to get into this, but she couldn’t stop now, “but enlighten me, what page were we supposed to be on exactly? because you were being awfully nice and pretty that night. shit about how i’m yours and how you want me every day.” her voice cracked ever so slightly, and she quickly brought the bottle back toward her lips, wiping the corners of her mouth once the tequila burned down her throat. “what exactly was your goal, blake?”

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      “I just say that if you’re gonna do something, just do it right”, he rolled his eyes. What an asshole, but he couldn’t help it, he was on a winning streak and the alcohol just made his tongue rebellious and unable to hold back anything hurtful he had to spit to her. Blake got up and walked to the kitchen to get a carton of orange juice which he opened and started to drink from before heading back to the living room and sitting on another couch, feet up again on the table.

“Logically, yes, they would go get me first because I am the biggest threat and the trope of the final girl is too good to let it pass” Blake said with a smile. His phone vibrated and he pulled it out to read the text he just received from his mother informing him she’d stay at her sister’s because of the storm. “We’re home alone”, he celebrates pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in midst of darkness. “Do you wanna fuck or something?”

when he left the couch, she sighed and kicked her shoes off before letting her legs rest across the couch, laying back and taking another swig from the bottle before blindly setting it on the table beside her, luckily without dropping it. “i think i’d make a good final girl,” she pondered, “there’s lots of potential there- trope or not.” elliot chuckled, settling in for a long and restless night. 

even though she was adamant on trying to avoid any thoughts about the trip back home with him, bringing up the whole sex subject almost instantly made her mind flicker back to the moment. she had tried so hard to deny and replace any of the feelings by getting drunk those past few weeks, and she even slept with a few other guys. but that was beside the point. 

“do i wanna fuck?” she repeated, eyes squinting as she looked over at him. “why? so you can spew some bullshit about how amazing i am and how awesome of a time you’re having? just to fuck off for a few weeks for some sort of sick satisfaction that you got into my head again?” her words came out coolly, clenching her jaw. “no thanks. i’ll pass.” 

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      As she went to get the necessary, Blake got sure to empty the bottle he was holding, letting the alcohol burn his throat as it slid down and settled warmly in his stomach, getting him to relax more and so, close his eyes with his head resting back. He heard her shuffle around the kitchen and in the cabinet, minding very little what she may be doing.

Blake smiled at her sarcastic assurance and remained with closed eyes as she cleaned his face, scrunching his nose every now and then whenever the alcohol penetrated into the open cuts or when his bones complained about the touch due the fight he had in the morning. “Y’know… I could’ve showered to clean all the blood and then use some drops to neutralize the possible infection”, he commented opening his eyes slowly, there was no need on wasting all of the liquor, El”, he added with a little playful smile as his head started to spin with the amount of whiskey consumed in such a short time.

The rain still hit the windows furiously and with another thunder that stroke nearby, the power finally went out in all the area, leaving them in a pool ob thick darkness in which only the upcoming lighting would help to aid their vision. “Quite the horror movie now, I wonder who will try to kill us and how; a machete? an axe? a hammer? The possibilities are endless!”

elliot used the same piece of paper towel, adding a few more dabs of the teuila to it as she dabbed away at the other cuts on his arms, her eyes carefully scanning over his body. the whole time, she tried to  ignore his criticisms, rolling her eyes. “god, blake. you shove a gun in my face, and out of the goodness of my heart i offer to help you out. if you think you could’ve done it better yourself, fine. i’ll just go fuck myself.” she mumbled. she had to stop giving him the satisfaction of pissing her off.

with a huff, she grabbed the bottle and polished off a few shots worth of it, leaning back into the couch to try and take a much needed break to relax, tensions were still high in her body. but of course, they only worsened with the chilling clap of thunder that caused the lights to flicker off. perfect. she wasn’t that scared of the dark, but, being in a house she really didn’t know too well with blake of all people didn’t put her in the best situation. “we can only hope they go for you first.” she mentioned, taking another swig from the bottle, chuckling softly. “i think you’ve earned it.” 

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     It was a perfect night for him, the rain attempting to drown them that night, the wind blowing relentlessly and thunder illuminating the sky every minute. He felt peaceful for he danced with the chaos of the night and even fed from it, boosting his bad attitude. The only missing thing was for lights to go out in the whole neighborhood, now that would be fun… like the perfect setting for a slasher movie; the question rose, though, was he the KILLER or just another victim?

“Oh, that one too? Nailed it! and without studying”, Blake beamed proudly, always happy  to make someone’s life a little bit more miserable. The memories of weeks ago were mostly deleted from his brain ( thankfully ), because feelings made you more appealing to Lady Death and Blake wasn’t meaning to dance with her just yet.

The blood on his body smudged the white couch easily, but he didn’t seem to care, in fact, his brown eyes would feast on the sight of the possible new scars and the hypnotizing image of red against white, rotten against pure. “You don’t care? Are you sure?”, he asked with a teasing smile and an arched brow before taking another long sip from the bottle “do you wanna… use the vodka or the tequila instead? I’m kinda… busy with this bottle right here”, he said patting the crystal container. “I think blood makes me look really cool, though, don’t you think?”

she exhaled a sharp breath through her nostrils, thoroughly annoyed in his snide pleasure of hurting her. way to kick her when she was down, but she wasn’t going to let him know that he succeeded, it would only amuse him more. instead, she returned to the cabinet with all of the liquor, grabbing the bottle of tequila and unscrewing the cap, placing the bottle to her lips for a few sips. 

“yeah, i don’t care.” she mumbled, leaning against the counter, her back facing him as she let her voice bounce off the walls. “asshole.” elliot scoffed, taking another sip from the bottle before leaving it on the counter for a moment to search the kitchen, finding paper towels and tucking them under her arm. elliot grabbed the bottle and walked over to him, sitting down beside him on the now stained white couch. 

she didn’t answer his question at first, letting out a sigh as she unraveled the paper towel, ripping off a few sheets and soaking it with the tequila. what a waste of liquor. she paused for a moment, then reached up to gently start wiping the blood off of his face and around his nose. “yeah, you’re so cool.” she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. she placed the bloody paper towel on the table, and went back over his nose again with another few sheets of it, dabbing away the last traces of blood on his face.