#kllsworn

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continues from [x] with @kllsworn

It was not the words she heard but rather that chuckle that told her that she was wrong. No-one was coming to her aid. It was rather a third party that suddenly appeared and interfered with the whole situation. Now Nunnally started to be really frightened. While she might have been safe, or relatively safe, with her previous abductors, it might not be the same with the "new" stranger. But she was not able to give it another thought before it all started happening in front of her eyes. And it was much worse than anything she had initially imagined.

When the first man was basically cut in half (luckily she was not able to see it too clearly), she curled down on the pavement unable to move; almost unable to breathe. She closed her eyes tightly and regretted she could not have covered her ears not to hear anything. But her hands were tightly tied. Although she did not see what was happening, she could hear it and it was enough to make her shivering; trembling for her life. She was almost sure the man killed, because he liked killing. What could be another explanation for what she was witnessing? Or perhaps she was wrong? Perhaps he knew the two and had some unfinished business with them…? Perhaps he was following them from the beginning. That was also a plausible explanation. It would be the best if the man, after finishing his…no, she was lacking a proper word to describe what was just happening, if the man simply left without noticing her…

But then she heard these words: -- (“Who the fuck are you?”) -- and Nunnally knew it was not happening.

(“Please do not kill me…please do not kill me…please do not kill me…”)

She slowly opened her eyes only to see…the tall man in a brown hoodie all in bandages. She almost screamed and for a short moment she was happy there was a gag in her mouth.

“N-nunnally. I am Nunnally.” – she said quieter than whisper; her voice still muffled by the rug in her mouth – “Those…two…those two just kidnapped me shortly before you arrived…” – she looked at him; her blue eyes wide opened, begging him silently not to hurt her; a doe just before the collision with the car.

It wouldn’t be wise to ask him who he was? It wouldn’t be wise to ask him not to kill her?

“T-thank you…it…it seems…you just saved me…”- that was foolish to say, wasn’t it? But strangely enough that was a fact.      

[soulswxrn]

@kllsworn ♡

Rachel didn't have any money, but she knew how to steal so she didn't get caught. That was something she had to teach herself after the two of them went on the run, because Zack's idea of absolutely destroying a store to find food would only work for so long. There were only so many stores nearby and eventually he was going to run out places to destroy, so she had taken it upon herself to get them food whenever they needed it and she did that by stealing.

Today was special though. She was going in for more than just the essentials—in fact, she was after something special. It was Zack's birthday after all, not that he probably remembered, but she did. So after slipping what she could fit into her black bag, Rachel calmly made her way out of the shop and back into the street. It didn't take her long to reach the abandoned apartment building that they were staying in and then make her way up to their room.

Opening the door, she found him lying on the makeshift couch that they'd made from some old pillows and sheets. Rachel walked up to him and stared for a moment before reaching in her bag and pulling out a small package of chocolate cookies along with an energy drink, holding them out to him.

❝ Happy birthday Zack. ❞

[bescmar--archived]

kllsworn asked: ❛  knock  it  off .  ❜

She responds merely by cupping his jaw and once more making him turn his head back towards her, somewhat of a what can only be described as a stern pout crossing her features as she returns to her original task of brushing out Zack's unkempt hair, a subject she broached in a ploy to try to ease his grumpy attitude even just a smidge. Knowing first hand with her mess of locks how something as minor at knots and tangles can cause irritation-- He's come a long way since their initial attempt at this 15 minutes ago with him screeching at her for putting some 'flowery smelling bullshit' in his hair to make the knots easier to comb through. Taking another section Amai gently begins to comb through, pulling away any knots with the upmost care. "We're almost done, just sit still a few more minutes."

[godofvillains-aa]

@kllsworn​

     No one was really outside at the time of night. The only people who were, were those coming home, drunk, from bars. Eleanor was out of the subways for once, in need of money. So it was time to have some fun and pick off these drunks and take their wallets. She was in her shadow form, lurking. She blended almost perfectly into the darkness if it wasn’t for her glowing red eyes and mouth.

    One drunk male was heading right out of the bar, so the shadow was soon to follow. She made quick work of him once they were out of sight of everyone. Piercing his heart with a shadow tendril that came from her body.

      She crouched at the body, digging around for his wallet. She soon found it, and the dude was LOADED. At least had 500$ worth of cash. Finally she hit the jackpot. She looked up and saw someone nearby, someone with a scythe. That wasn’t exactly a good thing now... was it? The woman frowns and stands up to her towering height.

     “What do you want?” she asks the stranger. “This was my kill..”

[littlemissuicidex]

❝ Heeeey Ray! Earth to Ray!! Check out this cool knife I found! ❞ He says found, yet the knife was covered in blood which was most likely not hit. Still he proceeds to flick the butterfly knife open and closed - like an expert. ❝ Sick right?? ❞

She watches him as he effortlessly twirls the butterfly knife around, Ray's eyes mesmerized by the blood and metal shining just slightly in the dim light with his movements. 

“It's pretty.” she admits softly, her eyes never leaving the knife in his hand. She'd be a liar if she said she wasn't curious what it'd feel like to have the blade across her throat.

[necrolightguitar]

@kllsworn inquired:

"So, what's the mask for anyway?"

-

"It's a prosthetic." Sal answered without missing a beat. He might've been surprised that Zack cared to ask in the first place, but that didn't change that he'd answered the question a dozen times before.

Then, as per usual, Sal braced himself. For questions, comments... no concerns, though. In fact...

"What are those bandages for?"

[littlemissuicidex]

[ HELP ]

Ray didn't even have time to process or react before Zack's arms were around her protectively. They were traveling through one of the bad sides of the city when a car exploded on the other side of the street from them. She can only stand there wide eyed, her view entirely disrupted by his hooide as he continued to stand strong, keeping them steady from the impact. 

As Ray releases the breath she was holding, she looks around, seeing shattered glass and a few parts of the car littered throughout the street around them. 

“Thanks.” she murmurs. Despite the soft, aloofness of her tone, the appreciation she feels is apparent in her eyes.

[embodiiment]

Oh ... yes . He can feel the bitter hatred dripping from this one's pores almost as thick as the literal blood on his hands . " Messy. ❤︎ Friend of yours ? "

@kllsworn