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" they call him macabre max; he's the guy— the one who murdered those girls? — yeah. he's the one. " ☟ see max's psych profile here indie oc blog for a cute little asshole. i track the tag kingofsinners. [ ] offline [x] online

[kingofsinners]

               { ✘ } ——           "Oh, Abigail~"

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Jack The Ripper || Max & Abigail

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His warmth, his voice…. it’s all pure solace and she leans into as much as her body allows. Tired, weary fingers clutch at his shirt to hold him close. “I’m n-not strong," she protests weakly. “Not… not strong at all."

Her head aches, vision spinning and it’s getting harder to breathe with each passing second. “Max…. I’m s… I’m scared."

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     He swallows quickly before shaking his head, shaking hands gripping her bloody form. He kissed her forehead again, the sound of sirens wailing in the background. "You're strong. It's okay to be scared, Abigail, it's okay. I'm scared too, but you're going to be okay. They're going to help you."

     He's tugged away from her by the EMTs who are yelling at one another to fetch supplies and gauze and anything to help the girl in front of them. Max fights to grow closer, sensing the panic in Abigail's eyes.

     When she's loaded into the ambulance after much fuss and prep, he's there beside her, gripping her hand and sticking closer as the men rushed to stabilize her.

     "You'll be okay, Abigail," he whispers, "Eye's open, okay? Stay awake. It's important you stay awake for me. I know you're tired but just stay with me a little longer, Abigail."

     His lips are on her cheek again, kissing away fear.

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Jack The Ripper || Max & Abigail

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 Footsteps approach. Her heart which is having trouble keeping up its beat tries to double the pace from fear. Are these the footsteps of a friend or a foe?

Bloodied hair is pushed back from her face and a voice reaches her mind; a voice that she associates with trust, safety, love. A choked sob escapes her, hands trying to grip at Max’s arms. “M-Max."  Her voice is broken and scared, shoulders beginning to shake sobs that want to break free but it hurts too much. 

"P-please make it stop."

[kingofsinners]

     His cellphone in his hands within seconds and he's dialing 911. He's quick, brief, but the women on the other end understands him and is quick to send help. Max does as he's told to help stop the bleeding from her wounds, and as she writhes in pain, he can feel guilt surging through his veins.

     He did this.

     He hangs up, his gut wrenching when he sees his white phone is stained crimson. He's shaking so violently he can't even muster words.

     Max just presses his face against hers, swallowing thickly before finally finding his voice; he begins mumbling softly words of encouragement.

     "They're coming," he cooed, smoothing her hair down, he lets his lips dance across her cheek, "You're strong. You'll be okay, Abigail. I promise. You have my word. I promise."

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Jack The Ripper || Max & Abigail

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The hope of someone finding her quickly leaves her mind. She’s all alone, left for dead the way it was always meant to happen.This was her end and she had to face it alone. There’d be no help, no one to come pull her from the darkness. No one to cry over her, no one to bury her and mark her grave with a rose as a reminder of who was beneath the dirt there.

It stung. It hurt worse than the actual wounds inflicted on her body. To know that she truly was all alone. Alone and in the darkness with no way out. No form of rescue or escape coming for her. There couldn’t be. Why would there be?

She wasn’t worth sa—

Her name is yelled; a voice of panic and worry in each syllable. She must be dreaming. She must. Who would be looking for her? It’s all in her head. It has to be.

But she hears it again and again and the hope that had died inside her suddenly reignites and she pushes through the pain, gathering air into her lungs and lets out a cry. No words leave her mouth, no phrases of “I’m here" or “Help me!". It’s just a cry. A single noise reverberating through the air. One of pain and desperate need for help. She can only pray that it’s heard.

[kingofsinners]

     He's frantic, stumbling and shouting and screaming and—

     That's when he hears it.

      It's enough to break the beating muscle in his chest into a thousand pieces; his hands are shaking as he stumbles through the alley, eyes searching for Abigail. He sees her then, crumpled up in a heap of red.

    He swallows down nausea, inhaling sharply. Max runs to her, falling over his own feet and carefully smoothing away strands of dark hair from her pretty face.

     "Abigail. It's me. I'm here," he holds her face, his eyes fleeting to the gashes along her chest. He chokes, holding her close. Her presses a quick kiss to her forehead, an unspoken apology, before speaking quickly. "You're going to be okay. I'll get you to a hospital."

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M!A; Jack The Ripper || Open

((Written for this M!A prompt.))

It’s cold. So cold. She doesn’t know where she is or how she ended up being in this spot. Her body is shivering, shaking beyond her control. Clothes torn, skin scratched and cut and bruised.

Seeing is difficult; her right eye feels swollen, everything seeming to be blurry. There had been a warm liquid running down her face before but now, it had turned dry and hard upon her face. A red stripe marking her as a victim once more from temple to jawline.

It hurt. She couldn’t move. She wanted to cry, to crawl away from this dark and dank alley but her whole body was screaming in protest; not wanting to be moved.

She was sure to die here, in this spot.

That made her want to laugh. How silly she was to think she’d die in that house when her end was waiting for her in darkness and loneliness. Of course, it would end this way. It’s what she deserved.

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     He can't breathe; not at first.

     He wakes from the exhaustion, sitting up and feeling sick. His eyes are wide and snapping to everything around him in fear, in confusion. Max throws himself off apartment's couch, landing on the floor with a heavy thud.

     Max goes rigid when he sees the blood staining the creases of his hands.

     He can feel a wave of nausea hit him, like wave on a shore. His vision is beginning to blur. He can feel his mind creeping into darkness, whispering softly about how sleep will make it all go away.

     He rubs, swallowing thickly when the blood doesn't come off.

     "Abigail."

     He remembers. He remembers it in bits. Flashes of screams and horrors and— Not again. Please, not again.

     Max was running now, barreling through the apartment's door and down the staircase to the outside city. Her name was on his lips, a hoarse voice screaming out at the inky shadows of the nighttime.

     "Abigail!"

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a-criminologistreplied to yourpost:M!A JACK THE RIPPER: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue… Or finishes the job.

/ UHM MAX

MAX AS THE ATTACKER OR THE RESCUER OMFG

[kingofsinners]

omfg no this is so weird because max has an obsession with jack the ripper omfg look at his tags page and the about section i am actually screaming

what if he’s both

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oh my god whAT IF HE IS OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD

[kingofsinners]

WELL THIS MAY GET A LITTLE ANGSTY

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a-criminologistreplied to yourpost:M!A JACK THE RIPPER: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue… Or finishes the job.

/ UHM MAX

MAX AS THE ATTACKER OR THE RESCUER OMFG

[kingofsinners]

omfg no this is so weird because max has an obsession with jack the ripper omfg look at his tags page and the about section i am actually screaming

what if he's both

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A shake of her head and a scoff of disbelief comes from her when the door is held open. “How charming," she mutters while stepping inside, her gaze wandering around the interior. It’s a quiet place, a calm place and hopefully, the food would be good.

Slipping into the both opposite of Max, she crosses her ankles and leans back, fingertips pressed to the plastic covering of the menu. “No limitations, hm? What if I pick one of everything? Are you still going to pay?"

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     His brows quirk, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards; Max offers a chuckle, one that rumbles from his chest and causes his whole form to shake. 

     "I suppose," he grins, "If you're really that hungry."

     He's quick to order some generic soft drink before sipping away his eyes fleeting across her face in a search for something to converse about. The silence is comfortable, though not what one would expect when two strangers shared a meal.

      "So, what's your story, hm?" Max reclined, purring slightly, "Girl next door? The local highschool's dropout? Pretty face with a love for pyrotechnics...?"

     He let his voice wander, smirking slightly.

[kingofsinners]

maximilon sommors wow gr8 name a+

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abigail-hobbsrp replied to your post: { out of homicides } so i’ve been making this...

woter u doing

bane from tdkr but that song from gatsby 'big spender' omfg help

[kingofsinners]

{ out of homicides }

so i've been making this music video for the past hour and i haven't stopped laughing because of the music choice and the subject matter and i seriously think my medication is starting to get to me at this point hELP

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I survived.

[kingofsinners]

{ out of homicides }

it's doing the thing. there are no new posts in my damn tag, tumblr.

go home.

you're drunk.

[grumblygardensarchive]

∞  For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.) # For an angry text. ♦ For a rushed text. x For a secret text. ♥ For a regular text. * For an early morning text. XD For a “I wish you just saw that” text.

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+ kingofsinners

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     There was a silence before Max adjusted himself. He blinked at her, watching the woman with a heightened curiosity.

     ”Right,” he breathed, “Sorry.”

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“No you aren’t.” She said before she looked up and then stared at the man in front of her. “You knew what you were doing, you aren’t sorry cause you have no regrets.” 

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     "I wouldn't say 'no regrets'," Max offered, straightening visibly, "I do apologize, however, you seem used to the staring."

     He reached across the table, offering the woman his hand. "Maximilan Sommers. It's a pleasure..."

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     As he walked ahead of her, one hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the leather wallet. Throwing a smirk over his shoulder, he waved it with his two fingers before tucking it back into his pants.

     He jumped down the front steps of the porch before outstretching his arms.

     ”Coming?” he asked, stalking ahead of her. His eyes were bright, “I know a place that makes good sandwiches in town…”

     ”Or are you going to leave me all by my lonesome, Abigail?”

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At the showing of his wallet, a laugh spills from Abigail’s lips and she brushes her hair back with three fingers. “Aw, how could I let the sad puppy eat all on his own?”  She grins and follows after him, adjusting her scarf before reaching his side. “Lead the way, darling.”

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      In truth, he had been to the shop only once. It was good, none the less, but the atmosphere was one that was most certainly more enjoyable when shared with good company. Before, he had been alone and quiet and sipped his coffee like a brooding mad-man. 

      But, now? He had Abigail to keep him company.

     Swinging the door open, he perked at the sound of a tinkling bell. One hand waved Abigail onward as he bowed politely, uttering a quiet: "Ladies first."

     The diner was empty, so he quietly scooted into a booth by the front window and gave the girl a smile. "I've got the money, now you pick the food."

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Ω

Ω - what my character thinks of yours

     max likes abigail. a lot. he thinks she’s smart, entertaining… pretty to boot. though he’s going to have to work on the whole friendship thing, he’s willing to try with abigail. after all, she seems a lot like him in more ways than one.