Single, Triple Threat 2
Part 1
So Selena is having a bad time
CW: Lady whump, public beating (in an alley), beating, hit with a baseball bat, head trauma, murder mention, cannibalism mention
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Of course, unfortunately, she was.
“Come on,” she huffed. “You punch like a bitch.”
The next hit was harder than the last, and she bit back a grunt of pain. “Fuck you,” the man holding her collar said.
Selena only snorted. “Fuck you.”
She was unceremoniously dropped to the ground. She took a moment to close her eyes and breathe through her pain before trying to sit back up.
“Not so tough now, are you?” growled one of the men standing around her. “Why don’t you use your powers? You gonna bite me?”
With a sigh, Selena propped herself up on her elbows, letting her head loll backwards. “Nah,” she chuckled out. “No point. Yer a civilian.”
“So was my brother!” A hard, unrestrained kick to her stomach sent her flying out from the circle. She couldn’t bite back the cry as she hit the brick wall, crumpling to the ground to catch her breath.
“... He-” Selena coughed as she got to her hands and knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Neal was a piece of shit-”
“He’s dead because of you!”
“He fucking deserved it,” Selena hissed as she put a hand onto the wall, standing up as best she could. She had to lean against the bricks, but that was okay. “He ruined lives.”
The man clenched his fists, his skin audibly straining against wood. “He was a kid!”
“He was a menace!”
The baseball bat in the man’s hands was finally put to use, cracking mercilessly down on Selena’s leg. She couldn’t keep it up anymore- she fell to the ground on one knee, not even seeing the next swing before it hit her head.
“Whoa. Dude.” One of the men behind him leaned in, hands on his knees so he could see how dazed Selena was on the ground. “You really aren’t holding back, huh?”
“Why the fuck would I!?” he shouted, turning around to face his friends. He pointed his bat towards Selena, only getting louder as he went on. “Do you know what she did? She didn’t just kill him, she fucking ripped him up! She fucking ate him!”
Another of his friends shushed him, putting a finger to his lips. “Quiet down, man! Someone’s gonna call the cops!”
The man with the bat scoffed, tapping his bat to the ground. “Bullshit,” he said. “Like anybody’s gonna call the cops to save Selena Mavis.”
His gaze turned to Selena, who was barely able to register what was going on anymore. She had only rolled onto her side, the pain in her head making it impossible to move further. Her eyes swam as she looked up, able to see the blurry form of him leaning over her.
“Nobody’s going to try and save Vice,” he spat out before raising his bat again.
This was going to be a long night.