Denni Fallon

Hi! I'm Denni Fallon! Taken by Colt. ♡ I'm eighteen, and I'm a freshman at Centerscore University; I'm studying journalism. I wrote columns for my high-school's newspaper, and I was on the yearbook staff, serving as editor my senior year. I was also the leader of W.H.A.L.E. (We Hate All Litterers, Etc.). I just recently got an internship at the San Francisco Tribune! If you'd like to talk to me, feel free to drop me an ask; I love talking to people!

[its-denni-fallon]

Summer Dreams || Denni Fallon

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

I lay on the sand, bare chested, the sun was sorching my back, but I enjoyed it. My phone vibrated. Sighing, I opened it, but with the sun it was hard to see the screen clearly. But I could at least make out that it was from Denni. I smiled. I couldn’t wait to see her. It had been a week or more since we had speant time together, she was always cooped up in her office, while I was at Precint.  Although, I’m really worried about what she’ll say about the hot-dog incident.

The heat is heavy and opressive, and I’m already breaking a sweat. I’ll lie down for a couple more minutes, then go get Denni. Putting my sunglasses on, I lie back down, and close my eyes.

Slowly, I wake up. Groggily opening my eyes, I look around. Crap! I fell aslepp! I check my phone, and it’s been forty-five minutes since Denni texted me. If I thought she’d be a bit pissed off about the hot dog incident, she’ll practically kill me for this.

Hopping up, I whip off my sunglasses and look around the beach for her. I begin to jog down the streach of sand, calling out ‘Denni!’. I turn my attention down to the water, and I see a familiar figure standing knee-deep in the water, walking towards where I used to be. I run down to her. “Denni!” I yell, waving my hand. 

[its-denni-fallon]

Forty-five minutes later, still unable to find Colt or Uncle Mal, I resort to wading around in the water. I tried texting him again about twenty minutes ago, but that one wasn't even opened. Frustrated, I am about to just give up and go home when I hear my name being called from somewhere behind me. I turn around and squint into the white-hot sun. Despite the aid of my sunglasses, its brightness nearly blinds me, making my eyes water slightly.

"Denni! Hey, Denni!" I hear again. This time, I make out the shape of someone—presumably Colt—sprinting down the beach and waving like a madman. Although I'm fairly pissed that he left me hanging for almost an hour, I can't help but smile in amusement as other beach-goers cast him odd looks as he runs by, sand spraying out from behind him.

I wade out of the water and slip my flip-flops back on before walking forward to meet him. We greet each other with a hug and quick peck on the lips, but then, remembering I'm mad, I scowl, "What the heck were you doing? I've been here by myself for like, an hour. And what in the world," I continue, just now noticing that large spots of ketchup and mustard stain his being, "happened to you?"

[its-denni-fallon]

Summer Dreams || Denni Fallon

As I step out of my car and into the hissing heat of the July day, I inhale a long, steady breath of salty air. I make my way across the warm sand and enjoy the feeling of it between my toes. As always, my Canon camera hangs around my neck, and my omnipresent notepad resides in my beach bag. I look around and give the beach a cursory scan in an attempt to find Colt or Uncle Mal in the mass of people, but to no avail. I'd been super busy with the Tribune the past week, so I haven't gotten a chance to hang out with Colt for a while--I'm excited to spend the day in the sun with him.

Hey, I text to Colt after pulling out my phone, I'm at the beach. Where are you? 

As I wait for his reply, the scorching sun continues to beat down on my neck and back. I'm nearly breaking a sweat, but without Colt or anyone else I know around, I'm too self-conscious to walk around in just a bathing suit. I instead pace down to the ocean and wade in to my calves. The water is cool, but it feels good on my already-warm skin. I stand there for a few minutes before remembering the bottle of sunscreen I have in my bag. I'm naturally pale and fry rather quickly, so unless I would like to be morbidly uncomfortable tomorrow at work, I figure I should probably apply some.

Five minutes later, sun screen applied, Colt still hasn't responded. The message was read, according to my phone, but he didn't reply.

Hm, that's odd, I think. Oh well, I'll just go find him. He can't be that far.

[its-denni-fallon]

Character Development 1: General Information & Aesthetics

General Information:

What is your name?

I'm Denni Fallon!

Do you go by a nickname or pet name?

I've been called "Den" before for short, but I usually just go by Denni. Colt has some weird nicknames for me, too. (: Oh! And online I'm known as Tiny Hipster!

How old are you?

I'm eighteen! I'll be nineteen on August 5th, though!

What is your height?

I, uh... I'm 5'3"...

What is your weight?

Er, well... I don't... Ugh, this makes me so self-conscious... I don't know.

Aesthetics:

Describe yourself as you see yourself.

Uh, well... I don't really like how I look most of the time... I'm 5'3", so I'm pretty short... I'm not particularly thin, but I guess I'm not fat, either. Um, I have kind of chubby/rosy cheeks, and I have purple streaks in my hair. I'm also pretty pale.

Describe yourself as others typically see you. 

Well, according to Colt, I'm "absolutely gorgeous," though I don't know how much I believe that. I've gotten told I have a nice smile, though!

What is your favorite body feature?

I, uh... This is hard. I guess I like my hair most of the time. The purple streaks make it more exciting.

How physically fit are you? 

Uh, like, not at all. I've never been athletic, and running really takes it out of me. I mean, there's a reason I joined so many clubs. I'm so not athletic.

How do you typically dress, and what is your style? 

I have a super unique sense of style! Sometimes I like really bright, loud colors, and sometimes I just like red and black. It depends, ya' know?

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

The Druids –– Long Live the King

The next morning I’m not awoken by the sound of CJ crying, but to the bright light flooding into through the windows. Looking at the clock, I realise it’s ten o’clock, and that means I’m already late. I jump out of bed and walk, barefoot to the kitch, where I see CJ smiling in his Mommys’ arms. “Hi, liitle prince!” I coo, taking him from Denni.  ”Such a good boy you are for Mommy!” I smile at Denni, and peck her on the lips. “And how’s the Queen Mother of all America?” I ask jokingly. Placing CJ in his baby seat, I retreat to the utility to grab some breakfast. Pouring the cereal in a bowl, I smile down at CJ, who looks at me with curiosity in those big, brown eyes.

I sit down opposite him, and begin to eat. 

"So, listen, babe," I begin, talking to Denni. "Me and few of the boys were thinkin’ of going to town tonight. You know the usual, dinner with Mother, then downtown. But, uh, I was thinking, maybe I could bring CJ? Just to Marias’. I mean, only Lonnie and Mother have meet him, and Maria’s said so herself, that she wants’ the rest of the family to meet him. I mean, think if it Denni, he’s going to rule them. He’s going to be a king. Shouldn’t everyone else get a chance to see this wonderful thing?" I look at her, pleading. "You know how much Maria loves him. And it’s so rare that she would let this happen, and be happy about it. He’s her heir too. C’mon babe, whadda ya say?" 

Cj begins to laugh delightedly, and I chuckle, “See? Even CJ want’s to go.”

[its-denni-fallon]

It is ten in the morning, and I am standing in the kitchen by myself. I slowly mash a pan of eggs to scramble them as I sip a cup of coffee. Sunlight filters in through the slits in the open blinds, and just outside the kitchen window, I hear a couple of birds chirping and singing their morning songs.

Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me, followed by Colt requesting permission to take CJ downtown to meet "the family".

I turn towards Colt and frown, silently mulling it over. I guess it couldn't really hurt, right? I mean, CJ will rule over them eventually––it's only fair that they get to meet him. And plus, he is adorable. 

I look into Colt's pleading eyes and can't help but smile––he's so adorable when he begs.

"Oh, all right," I agree. I momentarily abandon the eggs on the stove and give him a short, sweet kiss. "Just be home by dinnertime, okay? I'm making us something special. I have some errands to run today, anyways. I might even meet up with some friends."

"Now," I say, "do you want some breakfast?"

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

The Druids - Long Live the King

I was awoken from my sleep by the sound of a baby crying. Our baby. Cedric-Jax Warren. Maria is over the moon about our son. My heir. Denni turned to me groggily. “I’ll get him,” I said warily. Crawling out of bed to his room, I tripped over multiple toys of CJs’. The kid was more spoiled than Tom Cruise’s kid. But he deserved it, he is the most important child in the world. 

I opened the door tentivley, trying not to disturb him further. His screams got louder, and I rushed to his side. Picking him up, I began to rock him gently, and his screams died down considerably. “Hush now, baby boy, what’re you cryin’ for? Eh?” I kissed his forehead gently. “Sush now, no need to cry. Good boy, you’re such a good boy.” 

Before CJ, I had never understood why people bothered talking to babies. But now, with his tiny body in my hands, I could talk to him all day. “I love you so much, you know that? So does Mommy, and Maria. You have so much to learn, but it’s okay, I’ll be here with you. I’ll teach you everything. You’re so important, my lovely Cj, more than you will ever know. You know, Cedric means ‘war leader’ and Jax means the Angels’ defender. And you are going to be such a good leader and defender.” I put his tiny hand in mine, and held it up. “You see your tiny hand? One day, that’s going to bring justice to the world. With this little hand, you’ll stop the monsters. You’ll lead a revolution, how’s that sound?” His eyes lit up, and he let out a yawn. I put him back in his crib, and returned to Denni.

[its-denni-fallon]

I watch sleepily as Colt tiredly staggers out the door of our small bedroom. I hear him trudge across the hall and enter our son's room. He seems to stumble over a few toys before he finally reaches the crib that contains our shrieking son.

Our son. What a wonderful, beautiful phrase. Our son, Cedric Jax Warren, is the most magnificent child in all of the world––in all of the universe. His eyes are dark like Colt's, and his hair is a light shade of brown, just like mine. I smile at he mere thought of his tiny hands wrapped around my finger.

Through the paper-thin walls, I can just make out Colt gently cooing to CJ. His smooth voice is a beautiful mix of love, adoration, excitement, and awe as he quietly tells CJ how much he means to him––to us.

Someday, CJ will be a leader. He will guide and defend and triumph. Someday, he will have hundred––even thousands––of people looking up to him. They will see how perfect and wonderful he is––they will see him through my eyes, and Colt's eyes, and even the eyes of Maria. And it will be amazing.

But for now, CJ is little––just a few months old, actually. And for the time being, we will raise him just like any other child––play with him, feed him, teach him to walk and talk, and eventually how to read and write. He will grow up to be one of the most handsome and intelligent men alive, and he will rule the dominion Colt currently possesses. But, as I said, for now he is little. He is my little angel––our little angel. The center of our worlds.

He is perfect.

I'm still smiling when Colt makes it back into our room. He seems to know what I'm so giddy about, and he grins back.

"I love you," I whisper as he crawls back into bed beside me and plants a soft kiss on my cheek.

[its-denni-fallon]

invade my privacy

(✿◠‿◠): last song you listened to

(✖╭╮✖) : post an embarassing selfie

(∩︵∩) : how many messages are in your inbox atm

(｡◕‿◕｡) : what do you want to name your kids

(⊙_◎): what do you think the meaning of life is

ʘ‿ʘ : red or white wine

｡◕ ‿ ◕｡: what was the last movie you saw in theatres

(◡‿◡✿) : favourite song to sing to in the car

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(◕‿-): would you makeout with the last person you texted of the opposite sex?

✖‿✖: do you prefer beer or liqour

(✿ ♥‿♥): favourite accent

(╯◕_◕)╯: tell me a funny party story

(+_+): have you ever kissed a member of the same sex

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

Colt, I talked to mother today and she said I was her favorite child. Also she would rather love me than you any day!

Go dissect a rat, pin head. That’s not true. And you’ll soon see why, dumbass.

[mayor-seth-holland]

Why don’t you go ask mother yourself? And FYI Denni does not love you. 

[its-denni-fallon]

Excuse me? If you didn't know, Meth-Head Seth, I can speak for myself; and for your information, I love Colt with all of my heart. Did you hear? We're getting married, and we're going to have the best family ever––without you. 

[its-denni-fallon]

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

Denni is happy. Genuinely happy, which is good. At least she’s not freaking out. Then it skins in. We’re actually going to do this. We’re going to get married and have a kid. A wide smile appears on my face.

"Denni," I laugh, answering her, "We are gonna have the best kid in the world. He’s going to have my looks, and your eyes. My strength and your intelligence. And he’s going to find a girl as great as you, and carry on our ways. And Maria is going to love him.”

I let her into the apartment. I flop down on the couch and signal for her to sit with me.

"So, ring shopping. We’ll do that tomorrow. Maria gave me the money. I’m gonna find you the best one. Make all the other girls jealous of that giant rock on your finger."

"We’re going to be the perfect family," I whisper in her ear.

[its-denni-fallon]

I smile up at Colt as he continues on about the wonderful life we're going to have together. He's rambling a bit, but this time, I don't care––I love it. He flops down on the couch and I sit beside him. He slips his strong arm around my shoulder as he talks excitedly about ring shopping. 

"I can't wait," I whisper with a wide, toothy smile. I reach up and give him a firm kiss on the lips, and I feel him kiss back. His arms wrap around me in a warm embrace, and I can't help but melt into him as I picture our life together. We would raise the best kid in the world. He would live a perfect childhood and once he got a little older, we would teach him our ways so he could carry on our legacy. I could almost picture him now.

"I love you," I murmur, gently caressing his perfect cheekbone. My other hand intertwines with his, and I feel his fingers running through my hair. I shiver in delight before snuggling up to his side and closing my eyes.

[its-denni-fallon]

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

Denni dosen’t seem that upset about it, which is good. She knows she’ll lean it’s just a matter of time.

I press her into my side, “‘Course babe. There’s a bed with our name on it.” I hand her a cigarette. “Want one?” I ask.

Some would say I’m a bad influence on Denni, but I disagree. I’m giving her a better way of life. She accepts me for who I am. Not who she wants me to be. If she really loves me, she won’t try to change me. And she dosen’t, which is why we are meant to be together. 

"So…. I’ve been thinkin’" I begin, already getting nervous. "Denni, babe, you know how I like to live, and I figure if I’m gonna keep it up, I ain’t gonna be ‘round for much longer…. Y’know how I like my drink and smokes and all. So Mother figures, right ‘bout now would be a good time to get married. Properly. She can get a guy to hold the ceremoney. And then we can start a family, teach the kid everything we know. and when he’s our age he can carry our tradition on while we’re sippin’ pina colladas in Hawaii. Look, Mother knows I’m one of her most trusted children. And she said herself, she’s be more than happy to teach the little critter. Hell, she was so happy when we were talkin’. You shoulda seen the look on her face. She could be a grandmother, Denni. So, whadda you say?” 

[its-denni-fallon]

I smile and accept the cigarette, using my hand as a shield from the wind as Colt lights it up. As Colt and I slink away into the shadows of the night, back towards the apartment we call home, I slowly smoke the cigarette––or "cancer stick", as my mother calls them.

We chat idly as we quickly walk through the brisk air, and I'm so tired, I'm only half-listening. I perk up when the topic turns more serious.

Listening intently, my eyes on him, I can't help but smile. I know where this is going. Excited butterflies flutter around in my stomach, causing that weird nervous-y feeling you got back in middle school when a cute boy walked by and smiled at you. 

"Colt, that... That sounds amazing." An overwhelming happiness floods me, and joyful tears nearly prick my eyes. He smiles down at me and plants another soft kiss on my forehead. "I would love that. Just think," I muse on, "Mother... Maria... A grandmother." Though I know I'm getting a little ahead of myself, I blurt out, "And we would pick out the perfect name for the little one! I hope it's a strong, handsome boy like you." I smile enchantingly up at him as we cross the thresh-hold of our apartment building.

[its-denni-fallon]

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

I grab the money from Denni and count it twice. 

"200 dollars. Nice one, babe."

I smile down at her. I watch her as she tries to copy my every move. She dosen’t flinch this time, or wince. She is learning. 

She hands me the finger with undeniable excitment. I smile at her, unable to keep my cold, stoic act up. I examine the finger, making sure everything is perfect. “Hmmm…” I mutter to myself.

"You’re a little of to the right. The cut wasn’t completely clean. You stopped halfway through, see? So then the bone is all jagged."  I get the man’s finger out of my pocket, and hold it up, comparing the two. I bend down, so that Denni can see. There is a notable difference. I panic, now the police’ll know there are two of us. 

I bend down. “Denni,” I say sternly, “Knife.” I open my palm, and feel the knife in my hand, wet and slippery with blood. I go the woman and place my knife at her wrist. In one, swift, move her whole hand is on the ground, detatched from her arm. I repeat this again with the man, making absolute sure there is no difference.  I drop both hands in a bag. I will burn it later.

I turn to see a disappointed look on Denni’s face. I put my cigarette in my mouth and sling my arm over her shoulder. “Aw babe,” I say, “You’re getting a lot better. I’m going by the morgue tonight anyway, you can get more practice. Mother’ll be impressed by your progress.” I press a kiss into her forehead. “It’s okay.” 

[its-denni-fallon]

I listen intently as Colt tells me what I did wrong, then watch as he takes the knife I hand him, bends down, and completely severs the left hand of both the woman and man. I hardly flinch at the sudden snap of bone and burst of fresh blood, but I can't hide my disappointment quick enough when Colt turns back around to face me. He reassures me that I'm getting better, but I still feel dismayed. One day, I hope to make that slice clean and perfect. I don't like feeling like I failed him and Mother. 

He kisses my forehead, though, and I can't help but smile a little. "Thanks," I manage as he slings his arm over my shoulder. I take another quick glance down at the man and woman, though I refuse to dwell on their still-open eyes. They are glassed over with the film of death, their mouths still open wide in an unheard cry for help. 

To calm my frazzled nerves, I take Colt's cigarette and take a puff. I cough a little, but not nearly as bad as the first few times I tried it. I thought I might die the first time; I coughed for a good ten minutes. 

"Can we go home now?" I ask tiredly, tilting my head to look up at him. "I'm exhausted." 

[its-denni-fallon]

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

Every time I see Denni, happy, excited, doing something like this, I’m the happiest guy in the world. Because I’m finally giving her something she wants. Sure, I can’t afford those new shoes she’s eyein’ up, but I’m giving her something better. I’m giving her life. 

But, under Mother's strict instructions, I am still to be her mentor.

I walk over silently, and take the knife from her hands.

"You’re going to this one," I say. I drag the man over, my gloves won’t leave any prints. I grab his left hand and expertly place the knife in the position.

"Remember what I taught you, Denni. I’m not always going to be around, you’re gonna have to learn to this yourself. Mother needs you too carry this on. I need you to.”

"Now," I say, placing her hand over mine, so she can feel my every move.

"Remember, you go around," I say, while dragging the kinfe around his left finger, blood spurting on my hands, "And down!" I violently jerk the knife down, slicing right through the bone.

I hold the finger up to the moonlight, examining it. 

"Hmm," i muse, "This guy is rich, I’ll bet."

I shove the knife into Denni hands. 

"Check for his wallet. Get the cash. And be careful. Then I want you to do the woman. Don’t mess it up this time, okay babe?”

I root around my jacket for a somke, light one up, and pocket the finger. I turn to Denni, waiting for her.

[its-denni-fallon]

I can see the joyful and excited look in Colt's eyes as he steps out of the shadows. But as always, he obeys Mother's orders and remains professional––my mentor. He drags the dead man over to me and grabs his left hand with both of his gloved ones. He grabs the still-bloody knife, and it glints slightly as the blood begins to dry on it. With expert precision, he readies his knife point over the man's ring finger, then, in one clean motion, jerks the weapon down and slices the entire finger off. I used to wince when he did this, but I am now used to it––I am tough. 

After Colt's instruction, I pull latex gloves on and quickly search his pockets. I extract a wallet, an iPhone 5, and a gold pocket-watch. I immediately put the phone back where I found it, but I open the wallet and pull the two-hundred bucks out from the leather sleeve.

"Good God," I mutter incredulously. "He is rich. Or was," I add with a sly grin. I also take the watch. While it's worth nothing to me, it might be good for trading or selling at some other point. I toss the now-empty wallet to the ground and turn to Colt.

"There," I say, handing him the cash and watch. I then take the knife from him and walk over to the woman. I lift her left hand, ready my knife like Colt had, and forcefully wrench it down. I shiver slightly as I feel the cold metal slicing through her bone, but smile proudly as I hold up the finger, showing Colt.

"I did it!" I exclaim happily, unable to hide my excitement.

[its-denni-fallon]

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

I think about this for awhile, letting the woman sweat. 

"I dunno Denni, she dosen’t seem like she’s havin’ a lotta fun…" I muse. I approach her slowly.

"Are you not enjoying yourself?" I ask, soemwhat sympathatically.

Tears stream down the womans face, as she shakes her head ‘no’.

"Aw, thats a pity. ‘Cause my girl Denni, she loves to have fun, don’t you baby?", I chuckle.

Blood is splattered across my face, and I can still taste someof it in my mouth. 

I look down at her weak form. “Pathetic!” I spit.

"Why aren’t you having fun?" I say coldly, "We got rid of your sleaze bag husband and this is how you repay us?!" I’m in a fit of rage, and about to lunge when I remember Denni. I compose myself. 

 ”I’m sorry, doll, I know you just wanted a good night out,” I say to Denni.

And I turn to the woman one last time, and give her my famous bloody mouth grin. 

I turn to Denni. “Have fun with her, babe,” I say, as I hand her my most prized possesion, the knife, given to me by Mother.

"Do whatever you want, you deserve it. Mother would be proud."

And with that, I slink back, leaving Denni with her prey.

[its-denni-fallon]

I look down at the pathetic form of the woman I'm standing over. I'm a pretty average height, but the woman shrinks back against the wall, my warm breath tickling her neck. 

"Hell yeah," I reply, momentarily turning to Colt with a flirtatious wink. I keep my knife trained a mere inch away from her neck, though. "I love to have fun. And it's not a bother about tonight, babe––I'm sure we'll be able to make up for it." I accept the sparkling knife from Colt, taking a moment to admire how the reflection of the streetlight makes the sharp blade shine. 

Now, torture is really not my style; I usually prefer to emotionally taunt them for a while before finishing them off with one quick slash to the neck. However, at Colt's insistence, I decide to try something new for a change. As Colt slinks back deeper into the shadows, I turn back to the woman.

"P-Please, please let me go," she pleads, futilely persisting in her begging. A few strands of her wavy blonde hair stick to her face, held firmly in place by a cascading river of tears. "I'll do anything, I promise. Just... please don't hurt me, please..." 

"As I said before," I breathe, getting menacingly closer with each word. "What I want, you can't give me. It was already too late the moment you two––" I motion towards the dead man on the sidewalk "––started bickering about God-only-knows what."

Confusion pools in the woman's eyes, adding to the rivers of fear still flowing down her pale cheeks. At this point, I'm so close that I can smell a hint of her perfume lingering around her––some sort of flower-y citrus mix. It smells good, but, at the same time, it also makes me sick. 

"It's a shame, really," I continue, moving Colt's knife so that it glints off of the streetlamp just so. "I'm sure it was a harmless argument, and I'm sure you're a very nice girl..." She nods vigorously at this, blindly hoping I'll let her go. "But that's too bad."

With that, I stab her in the abdomen. As she falls, I catch her and whip my wrist across her neck, slicing a thin slit in her throat. Blood gushes from both wounds as she gurgles a screech, then falls to the ground. Less than a minute later, she is dead. I turn to the shadows where I know Colt is, expectantly awaiting his reply.

[its-denni-fallon]

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

'We want you,' I say, slowly, my foot gradually pressing down harder on the mans' throat, 'To stop poisoning the beauty of the world!'

'What-' gasped the man.

'SHUT UP!' I shout, pointing my knife at him, 'We'll do the talking here, eh bud? That clear?!'

The woman is on the floor, sobbing. ‘I don’t want to die!,’ she weeps.

'Oh, babe,' I look to Denni, laughing. 'She dosen't want to die! Well then, we'll just be off, because we're not going to kill anybody who dosen't want to die!' 

I laugh harder, at the ridiculousness of it all.  ’What about you?’ I say, looking to the man. ‘Do you want to die?’ The man shake his head vehemently. I crouch down to the ground, looking him in the eye, my foot being replaced by my knife on his throat. 

'Pity,' I say, ”Cause that's what you're gonna do!' 

In one swift motion my knife is across his neck, and blood is pumping from the gash.

'Denni,' I say softly, 'Don't do the woman just yet, let's have some fun baby!’

[its-denni-fallon]

I laugh at the man and woman's feeble protests. I don't even flinch as Colt swipes his knife across the man's neck. The man gurgles and chokes, desperately clutching the wound and fighting for breath. Within thirty seconds, the man's body shudders one last time, and then lies still.

"Noooo!" the woman shrieks. She tries to break away from me to get to the man, which is stupid, because he is very, very dead at this point. Regularly, I would be a bit nervous at the fact that she just screamed; however, it's late––past midnight by now––and we're in an alley. The dumpsters filled with trash bags would muffle the sound. Plus, we're in a seedier neighborhood––most people don't jump to get involved, even if they do hear a scream. Nevertheless, I feel like getting violent.

"Shut up!" I seethe, shoving her backwards and pinning her against the cold brick wall. She struggles and tries to kick herself free, but I am stronger. "What did I tell you earlier?" I demand, holding her in place with one arm and drawing my knife with the other.

"I... I don't..." she stutters, tears streaming down her face and smudging her make-up. 

"Think harder," I advise, "or this is going to be a long, painful night."

She pauses and appears to be thinking. "I... um..."

"Running out of time," I continue to taunt. Behind me, I hear Colt snickering, enjoying my little game. 

"You... you said... don't scream?" she manages, still trembling with fear and tears.

"Ah, there we go," I say in a smooth tone of mock-impression. "I knew you'd get it."

She still continues to beg pitifully as her glances shift from us to the now-dead man and back again. "Please... please don't hurt me... I... what do you want?"

"I'm afraid that what we want, you can't give us," I sneer, stepping back a bit but still holding my knife close to her throat. I turn to Colt. "What do you think, Colt? Have we had enough fun for one night?"

[its-denni-fallon]

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

One night. One night, without bitterness and ugliness is all I wanted. To treat Denni to a special night out. But Mother demands we go ahead with plans, that we never stop in our endevour to create a world free hate and angst. One kill at a time. I pay the bill hastily, and lead Denni out into the night, behind a dustbin. I’m no stranger to these couples. They must be stopped from poisoning the world with their hatred for one another.

I can still faintly hear the bickering from inside the resturant. They’re argueing over the bill, something that happens a lot, I pressume. I put my hands over Denni’s ears. She shouldn’t have to hear this. I don’t want my perfect thing to be damaged and hurt by others problems. She is perfect in every way, and I will go to no end to keep it that way. 

I hear them approaching, and whisper to Denni, ‘We need to take the man first.’

I slowly rise from behind the dustbin. Reaching for my knife, I approach them. The man eyes my suspiciously. I raise my knife ever so slightly.

'Hey what the hell do you-' The man has no time to answer, by that time he's already on the ground, with my foot pressed to his neck.  The woman covers her mouth in horror, and begins to slink away, terrified. 

'Did you really think we would not find you?' I spit. The woman dosen't answer, still in shock.

'Come now, don't be shy.' I croone gently, still no response. Anger boils up inside of me. 'Did you think you could escape the hands of the DRUIDS?!' I roar.

'DENNI!' I yell, smirking. I look down at the man, wriggling beneath my foot. 'Better stay tuned bud,' I say, 'This is where all the fun begins.

[its-denni-fallon]

As I wait in the dark, I silently finger the sheath tucked conspicuously in my belt. This would be a good one; I can just tell.

At Colt's signal, I noiselessly glide out from the depths of the shadows, a dark and mysterious smirk on my face. I don't even look down at the fallen man as I stride confidently up to the woman, who is slowly slinking away from me, trembling with fear. Wasting no time, I leap forward and cover the last three feet that were previously separating us. She opens her mouth to scream, but I slap my hand over her face, and her protest is muffled.

"Don't scream," I warn menacingly, sliding my knife out from its sheath and holding it up. The sharp, metal point glints in the dim illumination of the street light.

Despite my warning, she continues to scream, though the shrieks are still muffled by my hand. "I said... Don't. Scream." I prick the point of my knife into the soft flesh of her neck; the prick draws a sliver of blood, and the woman winces in pain. She immediately silences herself, and her wide, terrified eyes shift down to the man, who is still pinned by fear underneath Colt's foot. 

"Please don't hurt us," the woman begs in a high-pitched, shaky voice. "Please, just... What do you want from us?" 

[its-denni-fallon]

It is a cool October night, and the sky is quickly approaching an inky black color. Dark, thunderous storm clouds threaten rain. The dark streets are illuminated only by the evenly-spaced street lights and the tired headlights of the occasional car. Shadows dance around, bouncing off the worn brick walls and frolicking through alleys. A nighthawk squawked somewhere near us, probably scoping out the mice and other rodents that scurried around in the alley dumpsters. Now this scenario would probably creep most people out, but as Colt and I walk hand-in-hand through a seedier part of town, I feel completely safe.

Tonight is going to be a relaxing night; everyone would stay alive, and nobody would get hurt. Colt leads me to a small-yet-fancy restaurant and graciously opens the door for me. We take a seat, order, and are soon enough busy devouring our meals. We are about to leave when I spot them: two young adults––a man and a woman––sitting at a table across from us. They are both dressed up, like tonight was a date night; but they are bickering––rather loudly, if I may add. 

I exchange a knowing look with Colt, and we both delay our process of departing the restaurant. When it looks like the other couple is readying to leave, Colt and I quickly exit. We emerge outside and slink into the alley beside the restaurant. We duck behind a large dumpster for cover as we silently await our victims' arrival. 

[its-denni-fallon]

Full Name: Denni Fallon DOB: Unknown Status: Alive and at large Biography: Denni Fallon is the daughter of Cynthia Fallon and Mitch Maroney, and the niece of the infamous Firstborn, Malachi Fallon. She grew up in a very sheltered home with her mother, step-father, and older half-sister, Raven Fallon. Being an extremely intelligent and intuitive girl, she naturally earned good grades and was an outstanding student. During high school, she got the opportunity to be a part of her school's yearbook staff, where she soon took great interest in journalism. It was during high school that she met her now-boyfriend, bad-boy Colt Warren. Being the well-behaved, sheltered girl she was, she tried, at first, to persuade Colt out of his rebellious ways. However, as many frequently say, it's easier to pull someone down than hoist them up. Not long after their one-year anniversary, they met Maria Yeong. Soon enough, they both turned to the life of crime. With the couple being hard-core advocates of true love, they soon decided their prime target: couples. Not those head-over-heels, totally in love ones, though. No––this was a whole new ballgame. They instead began pursuing couples who had either recently broken up or opted for divorce. Under the expert guidance of Maria, Denni––and Colt––quickly became skilled at their craft. Proceeding the bloody murder, they would leave nothing, but they did take something––the left ring finger of each of their victims. Together, they called themselves The Druids.

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

Stop being so... cute, hot, and amazing. (;

I could say the same to you, doll ;)

[mayor-seth-holland]

Sorry Colt, but she was talking about me. You’re none of those, you’re the opposite. Only I can have those qualities. 

[iamcoltwarren-deactivated201410]

Yeah, sure. But you know what the say, the bigger the chat, the smaller the chap.

[its-denni-fallon]

Seth, I just... I just... UGH. *shudders*