I wasn’t tired when I was supposed to sleep, so I wrote something short for my own amusement.
I put on my playlist on shuffle (it’s always on shuffle) and got Blue Stahli - Headshot for inspiration!
So yeah, nothing worth warning about.
Who else would get the most idiotic idea to run, throw kukris, warp, kill and repeat, when the targets were wildly rampaging garulas? None other than Tredd fucking Furia.
“You suck at this!” he shouts before vanishing into air, only leaving behind blue cinders — falling like the autumn’s leaves.
“I’m− gonna− make− you− pay!” Your screams are mostly muffled by the quacking ground and groans. You try to finish off a garula, doing a rodeo underneath you and the only way you can hold onto it is your dagger, stuck into its thick hide.
Tredd’s maniacal laughter is everywhere, because he keeps warping and stabbing.
“Tredd!”
“You can do it! Just like the other night!”
If you weren’t so busy at killing the garula, you would have noticed how your cheeks and neck grew uncomfortably warm.
“Seriously! I need help!” You feel how the anger makes your blood boil. This would be the last time you’d accept a mission with Tredd as your partner. He just enjoyed throwing a show just for you. You still wonder at times if he wanted to impress you, though he already had impressed you multiple times.
In your bedroom.
He throws his kukri right in between the creature’s eyes and you feel how it suddenly stops moving, eventually starting to fall. You pull out the dagger and throw it away to get to safety.
Feeling completely exhausted from the sudden rodeo, you take a deep breathe and look around you. So many dead garulas in such a short time, only for Tredd’s amusement.
“I did a pretty good job,” Tredd walks over to you, flashing a satisfied smile as he inspects the scene in front of him. You feel the urge to elbow him, you did your part after all.
“Why did we have to kill them all?” you groan and wipe some sweat off your forehead. It was surprisingly exhausting to fight them all.
“Don’t you remember? There was a wanted board back in the last gas station we were in?” Tredd asks while his eyes travel down your body. His lips quiver into a suggestive smirk.
“I don’t remember such a thing,” you cross your arms and quirk a brow.
Tredd shakes his head and stretches his arms. “Well, now that we’re done here… how about…”
“How about no?” you answer coldly. He looks astounded, mostly because you are always so eager to spend some quality time with him.
“What? Why?”
You take your kukri into your hand and spin it around. “I think I did a pretty good job too, don’t you think?”
“Wha—”
“Oh? Too bad then.”
It was something he could not easily admit. Even if he did finish off the major of the garulas, you did some too. The most vile smile flickers on your face as you stare at him, waiting for a praise.
"You seriously aren't making this easy for Tredd," he tries to melt his way to your pants with his flirty tone. Not going to work.
You scoff at him and start to leave the massacre scene.
“Urgh, you did good too…” he mumbles and gives up.
A grin forms on your lips and you turn to face him. Before you have any chance to throw a snide comment, his lips all over yours, hungrily ignoring every possible thought you have in your triumphant mind.
And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth
Leaders of the Free World - Elbow
The last thought of was also the first seen, first witnessed, sobbing into the arm of a uniformed stranger. Standing in the wreckage of what was once a home, the witch didn’t have a clue what to do.
Untouchable, unreachable, impossible to be heard or seen, he fell to his ethereal knees on the all-too-real earth, charred and scorched by the crimes of men.
Men who, if he had any say, would pay dearly. For the lives he failed to save. For the life unraveling before his eyes without even being lost; for the life of his love, for Jeremy.
And caught in a landslide where only the good die young
