Jun 11, 2013
Whiskey's favorite song
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Whiskey's favorite song
Whiskey could feel her great uncle's rough hands on her, even all these years later. Violating, raping and abusing her. An especially vivid nightmare woke her in a cold sweat tonight. Woke her to the quiet sound of Baby breathing, and the nighttime sounds of the desert outside the old farm house, but it didn't calm her. The dark haired girl rose from her bed and took her tomahawk from the bed side table. Crossing the floor, she left the room and made her way down the stairs. Everyone in the Firefly household was asleep thankfully, that meant no one would disturb her. Her bare feet carried her across the living room and down the basement steps. Tiny was asleep, blissfully ignoring the scuffles shrieks caused by Whiskey pulling one of the starving people from the cage kept in the corner of the room. This one was female, and more wild animal than human. Stuffing a rag into the woman's mouth, Whiskey dragged her flailing form up the stairs and out the back door by her hair. She hadn't lost it in a while, but she could feel it coming. Throwing her victim to the ground, she sat on the woman's chest and pressed her tomahawk against the slender throat before removing the rag. As she had hoped, there was a scream, which she quickly cut of with a slice. Once she had started, she couldn't stop. Tears blurred her vision as she chopped and hacked at the fresh corpse, screaming and cussing and cursing her uncle to hell. She hand lost control, and now her arms swung down over and over, burying blade into flesh.
I love how the Fireflies are like "What the fuck is this creepy piece of shit doll." When they welcome Chucky.
Okie dokie babies... Whiskey needs t' hit the hay. If y'all wanna join me, there's plenty of room.
I can't ship you with anyone but Connor. You know which one I'm talking about. If someone else were to interfere with The Connor and Daryl Show I'd be highly upset.
Who do you see my character shipped with? Could a URL or just a name, I'll take anything!
"Startin' t' feel like I'm tied down on a whole different level."
[ CACKLES ]
My stars! I may literally eat men, but Baby is a Man Eater in a whole 'nother way!
We do fucked up shit...
Whiskey stuffed the last piece of clothing into her second bag and zipped it shut. She had been with the Fireflies for a few months now and she couldn't deny that they were more like her family than any other she'd ever had, they fed and clothed her, they kept her happy and comfortable, as psychotic as they were, they were still sweet people.
She took one last look around the room that she had been sharing with Baby, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything. The family was going on a little "Vacation" together. It was summer in Texas now and things were getting a little too hot, in more ways than one. The dark haired girl heaved the bags over her tattooed shoulders and moved toward the door.
Her boots thumped on the stairs as she bounced down them. "I'm ready t' go!"