Look it's three in the morning and I'm depressed as fuck so don't expect there to be flawless writing this is basically nothing but vent and bad spelling.
Want the full story of my baby bean Arson? Look up Burning Sins on AO3 and that's me. I'd link but I'm on my phone.
Enjoy my suffering friends :) and @thedarkenedkeeper here ya go friendo
"What are you afraid of, Anti?" Famine asked. Her host, wealthy beyond words, had sent her maids away as soon as Anti knocked on the door. He came here to demand answers, but now all she did was ask questions.
"Bold of you to assume I can even feel fear," he retorted, "I thought you and the scientists said I couldn't?"
"We thought a lot of things at the time, but you always shatter labels and classifications," she said with a classed chuckle, "and everyone fears something, even someone who's main purpose is driving fear into the hearts of others,"
He narrowed his eyes, but Famine just shrugged and sipped from her glass. He though for a moment at what she was trying to get at.
"You're propeing for a weakness," he stated and she set her glass down with a sharp clink.
"I don't have a dog in your fight anymore, Anti," she said sternly, "I left that all behind at the Compound. My main goal is to keep you and Dark from ripping each other apart; That was Doctor Anderson's last request before the break out and you slit his throat to the bone,"
"Fuckin hated that guy..." Anti mumbled, but noticed Famine still waited for a response, her legs crossed and waiting patiently like a business woman. She was gonna get an answer one way or another.
But he wasn't afraid of anything. The things he feared at the Compound were few and far between and eventually that fear turned rage and blood lust; That was just how things were. Death couldn't touch him, he taunted bullets like a madidor with a bull, and even though water was one of the few things that could effectively harm him he wasn't scared of it.
"Nothing comes to mind," he said and Famine narrowed her eyes.
"Nothing at all?" She asked back and Anti shook his head, "so if War knocked down the door right now with his soldiers you wouldn't feel the slightly tinge of fear?"
"I'd be more glad the fucker finally stopped being a coward and showed his face," Anti said and turned to look out the window.
"And what about her?" Famine asked again.
"You know who I'm talking about," she said rather coldly, "Any fears with her?"
Not any that he would tell her that was for damn sure.
"Yeah," he said, "I'm afraid you'll get ahold of her again,"
"If she's at your side I doubt I'll ever get with 100 ft of her again," Famine said with a smirk, "another label you've shattered..."
"You knew what she was from the very beginning," he cut her off sharply with a scowl, "but you still did those things to her knowing how much it would damage her,"
"Like you said," Famine retorted and sipped from her glass calmly, "War's a coward. He needs to be drawn out somehow,"
"And drugging her and beating her half to death is the way to do that?" He asked harshly raising his voice.
"There's a lot you don't know about War, Anti," she said darkly and stared him down, "if you want him gone then let me help you again,"
Anti stood quickly and dug his nails into his palms to keep from lashing out at the Horseman. He stared daggers, but she simply looked up at him calmly. Anti said no more and simply left the lavished house and walked into the cool night.
He wanted nothing more than to rip Famine to pieces; rip her eyes from her skull and slit her throat and watch her bleed out of the fucking carpet, but he couldn't.
He looked across the street to the bench where he had left Arson, but of course she wasn't there. She had a habit of wondering off when something caught her interest or she got too bored. Thankfully, she never went too far. Anti found her atop some rich bastards brick wall that wrapped around his house. She was laying down starring at the sky with one leg hanging off the wall. She must have been too lost in thought to notice him walk up and tug on her leg; She jumped slightly and let out a soft sqeak.
"Come on," he said as she rolled over onto her stomach, "let's go home," she grunted in response and gracefully jumped from the wall.
"I'm surprised you didn't get called down by the cops," he joked
*A few came by, but I hid before they saw me,* a soft voice said from the back of his mind. Anti shook his head with a grin as he flagged down the first taxi and they started home.
*What are you afraid of, Anti?*
Famines question echoed in his mind like a broke record demanding his attention. Immediately that hallucination took over his vision. It was just for a split second, but it was enough to make him grit his teeth.
It was always the same. Arson standing before him, but instead of her curious blue eyed stare her eyes were black as pitch. She was always sobbing, or was it laughing? The knife in her hand was sharp, deadly, and dripping with blood. Her neck would always *always* be slit open with one clawed hand trying to widen it. Blood running down her neck and chest, jerky glitched movements, jet black eyes; It was like starring into a mirror.
That's what he was afraid of. He was afraid for Arson to become like him. To succumb to the effects of failed experimentation. He knew it was inevitable and that at some point she would snap and he wouldn't be able to break her back.
The taxi pulled up the his host's house and they both climbed out. Anti paid the drivier as Arson went inside and immendently crashed on the couch. She didn't even bother taking off her shoes or socks as Anti walked in, saw her, and went to grab the usual things.
She was barely awake enough to lift her head for a pillow and he doubted she even felt him drape the blanket over her, but she lazily opened her eyes with he laid a small stuffed lamb by her head. She quickly grabbed it and tucked it under her chin, guarding her neck.
Anti watched her for a moment and tried to convince himself that she wasn't going to snap, at least not for a while. Oddly enough it gave him some comfort to the twisting feeling in his stomach as he switched off the one lamp he'd turned on in the living room.
Sleep wasn't going to happen tonight so he might as well get some work done.
