AN: finally writing and now gonna try to post once in a while, got some motivation to write this short snippet out. Not sure if I should write this like a oneshot or as a story line.
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Transactional... thats all this 'relationship' would be described as. A simple deal between the two, in which would lead you to have spared some time before your inevitable death.
Who exactly hired him for your death? You dont exactly know, hell you even asked the man that was tasked with this job, yet all your given as a answer, is the same plain 'It would be unprofessional to tell, as that information is confidential'. The same answer and nothing more than that, if you tried to bug him even more, you'll ended up with silence as he'll just stare at you with a blank and emotionless expression.
As for how it stared...
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It was a cold and breezy night, nothing but silence that followd in the forest, we'll, atleast not for the slight howling of wolf's in the distance or the slightly coo of near by nocturnal creatures. The same old sound you heard when out in the forest camping.
Thats until... a small very slight and almost unnoticeable 'crunch' of a leaf on the forest ground was heard. Then soon after the silence in the forest was now very noticeable unlike before, the occasional coo of a creature, the sound of distant howing were now gone. Almost how it would've sounded like if a prey- a rabbit was being stalked by a predator- a wolf. Then in the next few seconds before you could even turn to face where the quiet noise was heard, an sharp item flys through the air, almost deliberately hitting the trunk of a tree. If it wasn't for how the sharp object was silent and shaped as a personalised weapon... you would have thought it was a hunter, almost mistaking you as a big game, but oh- how wrong you were. As you glance down at the pin that stuck itself deeply into the trunk of the tree, another pin is thrown again, this time breezing near the jugular point on your neck, a slight graze, although enough to make a shallow cut that drew out a drip of blood.
Then finally you react, turning around sharply towards the point of action, the person or rather dark figure you spot in the forest is a tall, lean and imposing figure. Even as you can't see more than the outline of the figure, you can certainly sense nothing from the individual standing before you. Which is another odd and dangerous observation.
-no aura
-no sound
-no unnecessary movements
-Just precise
-Just efficent
-Just lethal
The qualities that no hunter would want to be presented with when on the other side of an opponent. The next movement was silent, as expected, quick and unfeeling, like a robot programed to end things quickly, and at this moment, you were its task to be completed. To be killed.
Another pin should have been predicted, as it seemed to be the individuals main and personalized weapon. Long distance, usually this meant the weilder didn't want to involve their selves with close range attacks, close combat. Thats what you observed, and predicted but atlast instead a sharp dash was presented. In what seemed like less of a second, the figure was infront of you, before you could even react, the sharp pain was felt on the side below your left rib, a jab. A harsh jab at that. Then you finally move, to react to the fact you had been wrong about the figure choosing to fight long distance, yet you try to move and fight back-
But a kick was presented at the side of your right abdomen, sharp pains here and there as the figure delt blows to your body, like a punching bag, you unfortunately took them all. Dealing with blows that would take weeks to heal- thats if you do make it out alive. The individual you were with was skilled, too skilled to be a hunter, having long black hair that blended in too well with the dark forests background, their irises dark, black and as emotionless as the figures fighting style, straight and too the point.
Although you could have tried to fight back, it would have been proven useless, the figure was fast, moving like a blur, the other downside was the fact you were a long range to medium range type of fighter. Not a close combat, hand to hand type of fighter. Which unfortunately, your opponent seemed to he skilled at all fighting styles, close range, long range and medium range...
Your choice of weapon?
-a katana, easy for medium range attacks, but getting close enough to deal lethal blows, but not close enough to where your within arms length. Due to that, there was no opening you could take to unsheath your weapon, to be able to drawl the sword and have a 'fair' chance at fighting for your life, as at the moment it literally depended on it.
No, this would be it. The end of your time as a hunter, well you did wanted to know who the person was that sent a literal killing machine after you- but it seemed like you wouldn't be getting an answer at the end of this fight, or more like a beating session.
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Then it ended with you on the ground, pinned and bleeding, a needle shaped object with a round ball which made it easier for the weilder to hold, was pinned to the soft skin of your neck, like a wolf's jaw ready to pierce through the soft fur of a rabbits vulnerable neck.
Throughout the whole fight there was nothing said from the individual, no heavy breathing, no side conversation, not until now.
"You're sloppy- uncoordinated" The individual spoke in a plain, very blunt and emotionless tone. The sharp piercing eyes stared blankly at you, as if killing was just a second thought, which it might very been so.
Tensing up as the slightest movement when the needle was ready to prick your skin, you spoke up abruptly-
"I-I can pay you double!" Your voice slightly quivers from the exhaustion of trying to stay alive from the eariler fight, and the burning sensation from the inflicted wounds you took on. "I can pay you- double of whatever your client offered you!" It was a desperate response, a desperate cry, to save your poor pathetic life atleast for a second longer.
Silence, for about a minute or two, which to you felt like a painful long hour.
Then the figure spoke up
"Double?" Cold and calm. The individual glanced down at you, silent and unblinking, for a moment they seemed to be in thought, although it was almost impossible to read the poker face the guy had. After a moment of silence, the figure removes the needle from your neck, then stands up with ease. Leaning back as he slowly and deliberately places the pin needles back into his shirt like another place holder for the weapon.
"I suppose I can wait this out until one of you pays me first" a cold response, no pity or sympathy was in the tone, just a straightforward statement about payment.
Now you just had to scramble up a few hundred thousand Jenny to complete the transaction that was keeping you alive for a while longer
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AN: AHHH I haven't wrote in so long, hope this isnt trash :p @mtf-muffin ALSO, my alt account for drawings 🫥
Real question: What would you do if a person that you known for over 6 ish years and been 'friends' with them for quite a while. But being the independent and introverted person you are, being so kind to others just because it was what you were taught as a kid, just because you be nice to everyone around you and dont talk to others, what do you do when others lable you as the 'sweet innocent shy girl', what do you do? Because ever since I've been 'friends' with that person, they only seen that small side of me, the perfect innocent woman. And because of that, you showed a small amount of 'affection', which in reality was just honest kindness, which YOU show to everyone. That person who has pulled you aside from your other friend group, and had even broken up with their old childhood friend, goes around talking shit and pushing others away (your own friends), sometimes with physical violence or through rumors. When that happens and you're stuck in class with them every day until the weekends break or until next summer break, they sit with you during lunch, throughout class, even 'touching' you in class, just because you sit with them at the same damm desk. Also when they go off getting overly obsessed and 'possessive', with you, getting so much in your personal space asking if you needed a nurse for a damm paper cut that was bleeding not even a damm drop of blood. Showing that much attention to you, but laugh in front of LITERALLY in front of the person who fell and had a nose bleed, and talks shit about the person. Who would do that? Please tell me this is NOT normal behavior for a person to do so. I mean who would go on and talk shit about someone who is literally injured, and they are in front of you with a damm crowd around?.
So I might be stupid and not noticed the stupid red flag shit was going on, but hey, I was a child with a pretty fucked up childhood, where I was told every time to keep my mouth shut, to not tell anyone. Where I was SA, and told to keep quiet, I guess some things just dont change and here I am, me in the future, yelling at my past for not looking at the HUGE red flags that were infront of me. But here I am now again, but with some person that has been who knows for how long, been stalking me, and hell I even gave them where I lived, my exact location, my whole life a open book for them. Why? Well, because I trusted them, they were so outgoing, loud 'obnoxious', they acted like they were a golden retriever, following me around, willing to buy me stuff. Yet when I dont show them attention they act like its my fault and ignore me. Let me get this straight, we were still friends at this time, I saw no 'romantic' interest in them, and even made huge hints at it, yet they kept on pushing aside the hints and kept on getting closer.
When a break happens, and I wanted to go, to be away from them and hang out with my other real best friend. But guess what? They follow me, going on a trip where I travel on a plane, they buy a seat and sit right next to me, pushing aside my other friend, then when we talk about the sleeping arrangements at the hotel, they yell out loud and say that they would sleep with me! And I had no choice in it. I would rather sleep with my other friend who I've been friends with since elementary, over 18 years, while the other one who i dont know that much about since she hides everything about her personal life, goes off to drag me and have me sleep with her in the same bed. When that happened I was so uncomfortable with it, but they ignore it and 'forced' me to sleep with them, even waiting until I fall asleep to go to sleep, saying 'oh dont worry, go to sleep first and i will turn off the lights. They even charge infront of you, showing themselves to you, even when I didn't want that. They even 'borrow' some items and be overly sweet towards you, its hell. Then other times when they ask you out to go on proms saying the excuse 'I just wanted to hang out with my 'friends',' can you believe that? Asking out a person, but then pull you aside to be with you, asking you to dance, to eat out at a damm fancy restaurant, even willing to pay for the meal. It might seem sweet, but to me it just doesn't feel like it, she forced me to sleep with her, told me to stay with her, to go out on prom, saying she won't go unless you go. Saying that she would off herself of you weren't at school or if you died. Getting overly dramatic when you dont answer the phone for over 3 hours, even yelling at you for doing some shit wrong when you didn't know!
Okay yes this person has spilled a little of their life on me, saying that they have family problems, a mother who drinks alcohol and leave their children unattended for hours, a father who was 'abusive' to the mother, and the only child that had been in multiple fights with the father, thus having a restraining order in place because this child has a history of violence. Let's just say the whole family is abusive, mentally and physically, which can explain why she is how she is.
How the small affection i showed to her, even though I was just being kind, has just grown into a weird obsession that I didn't want. I know I should feel bad about it, she 'dosent' know any better, but i would be lying, there was many times that she has stood up and said 'yeah i fought people, I beated up my own father' and she laughed at it, she knows what she is doing, and how being overly in my personal space is wrong, yet she turns a blind eye and continues her stalking on me. Even saying, "Oh, I know where you live, I know your family, I know everything about your life"
How would you deal with a person like this? Who is overly protective, dependent, and obsessed with you? What do you do when your just the scared unnerved shy 'introverted' woman who knows when she speaks her voice, no one would belive you, because this other person has much more friends and 'allies', hell even their own mother works at the school. What the hell are you supposed to do? I said 'no, I dont want to be with you, I think that this friendship would end', and they come back with saying I'll end myself.
In what situation are you supposed to do? There are many other examples that I haven't said in this small rant, but this person has done stuff when I was asleep, I just dont know and I dont even want to know what she did.
Someone tell me what I should do, and again, in this rant I did not explain everything I wanted to neither did I explain what their name was or where they went to school.
Sorry about not posting but this is what I've been going though, and now im gonna have to go though it again, because my own break is coming to a end, and I'm have to get back to work and school
Fr gonna cry rn, im in HS passing all my classes except for one, physics 🙃 other than that my final is in 4 days and I need to atleast score a 67% on the test to pass, yall think I can do it? Cuz I dont 😩
Have you ever talked to yourself or wrote in a journal? I mean, writing and talking helps clear the mess that's inside our brain.
Yet when im writing, it's as if Im talking on a one on one conversation with someone. Maybe that person is just me, me sitting infront of a mirror talking to myself as I know the person in the mirrior is the only one that understands me, the one that I know I can fucking trust, that wont judge me, the one that has been through everything that I've been through. It's sad, yes, but it's a sort of comfort that I find endearing when alone. That coldness at night when you're in bed, yes it's cold, it hurts but it feels so nice, to be cold before you heat up soon taking off the blanket due to it doing its job a bit too much.
Don't you see how this is, but in real life? I mean you love being alone, having people hate you, your own mind having self-deprecating thoughts, yet you longed to be loved to be understood, so you find someone to help you, someone that can provide you the warmth of the blanket that you crave. But once the blanket does its thing, you crave for the cold, as you're too warm, too fixed. What's the point in being fixed, you don't stand out anymore, you don't have something to live up to, something to stand there and yell at yourself for anymore, because you're fixed… so you take off the blanket, take off the warmth, the comfort from that person who had helped you. Now, here you are back at square one, cold alone with your self-deprecating thoughts, craving thay warmth again. It's just a cycle that never ends...
Debating if I should add my Quotev au fanfic. Ofc its about hxh 😓🙏
Can u hate me? I mean, I love hxh, the characters, the plot, and tension that it builds up.
BTW the story on Quotev is called 'The Fucked Up World We Live in~' now that I'm thinking about it, its gonna be hard to convert it to tumbler with the amount of stuff I did on it 😃
Next post might be about my OCs in the fanfic I made.
MADE A NEW TUMBLR ACCOUNT AHHH GONNA WRITE RANDOM RAMBLES GET READY!
Anyways this account is gonna be where I'll write my fanfics and other random thoughts✍️ as for my other account, it'll still be where I draw my main stuff.
Debating if I should move my fanfic from Quotev to here.
