𝘽𝙄𝙂 𝘽𝙐𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 at your feet , his pistol pulling your fist towards the ground , and there’s nothing left inside you but exhaustion and a sense of finality . there is some room , however , for a sense of twister and surprise ; you didn’t expect to be the one to unload the final shot . you didn’t expect to be the monster killer , the demon slayer , the one who put the last villain of this stupid fucking town in the dirt - it was supposed to be jason . but jason was previously occupied .
he looked so small - and you hated it . you hated how the fist in your boyfriend’s shirt made him look like he was caving in on himself to defend against the blows . you hated the way he had to feel afraid , to feel this pain ; and he’d already opened up the door for you to reach into your violent impulses , your bitter sense of justice .
he didn’t know you’d brought a gun . he didn’t know you’d been waiting , laying in wait , a newborn predator animal .
and now , the blood pools at your feet to stain the fabric of your heels . you stand perfectly still as the house falls into silence - and now he looks at you , shocked , with something else layed among it ( you’re too out of your head to understand what it is , now ) . it takes another moment before he speaks - and when he does , your head snaps up to meet his eyes .
there is a burning in your throat - a bitterness , a pain that spills out from the pit of your stomach , and you push forwards . you round up on him , step after step , the predator in you sharpening your teeth at the thought . ❛❛ not my job ? ❜❜ you spit , hurt , angry , confused more than anything . the gun is still heavy in your hand - your gun is still heavy in your hand .
❛❛ of course it’s my fucking job ! of course it is ! what the hell else am i supposed to do ? ❜❜ your voice isn’t loud , but it cuts - it echoes and reverberates in this now lifeless house , against sterile tiles , non - porous ( that won’t soak up that blood ) . ❛❛ was i supposed to sit in the car ? was i supposed to let him - ❜❜
and you choke up - room for more emotions to bubble up past the venom that strips your tongue dry . ❛❛ was i supposed to let him take you from me ? ❜❜ it is a raw question ; breathy , choked , and different ; tilted from your anger into desperation , and the driving motivation behind any aggression - fear . and you shake your head . the gun is heavy in your hand ; empty of bullets , all seven unloaded in bud’s chest . it’s heavy , and it’s comfortable , and despite everything , you know you’ve done the right thing .
❛❛ no , absolutely not . never . never , do you hear me ? ❜❜
@shotblanks said : it’s not your job to protect me .