Júɴɪᴏʀ.

Watching him, Rorke slowly stands up as well, glancing over the other slowly with a few glances towards the others wounded hand. A pause, he looks up at Alex’s face, his lips pursing.

"Well, you were the one moving to grab the door knob, and clearly I didn’t want you to get away, so it’s practically your own fault." Leans in, smirking. "Next time don’t move at all, alright, kiddo? Because it’ll be your feet next time."

Frowning at the comment sent at his hand, Alex rolls his eyes, pulling it up to gently cradle it and catch some of the still-flowing blood.

Sneering when Rorke leans in, Alex steps back to put distance between himself and the man, even though the wall stops him once more.

"S-Shut up--"

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Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

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"What a good boy." His hand lowered before raising upwards, using his gun to attempt wiping away some of the tears on the younger’s face. "Now come on, stop crying. It’s all over. Get up. Let’s get your hand bandaged up. Unless you fancy just sitting still and bleeding all over everything."

Pushing himself up with his right hand and leaving a bloody hand print on the wall, Alex closed his eyes when the air from moving brushed over the wound, a breath being sucked in through his teeth.

"I-It had to be my hand--"

A glare.

"Just b-be lucky it wasn't my writing and shooting hand."

“Wonders? You mean wonders like drowning and crushing multiple teammates to death? Killing the men I’m supposed to be taking down one by one? I’m not going to allow you to waltz in and destroy a fair amount of our soldiers and even ruin this for me.”

His finger tapped against the gun slowly as he stared down the injured male in front of him, his brows knitting together. "Here’s your options… Back down completely… Fix up your plan…or I’ll shoot you between the eyes and use your corpse as a lesson to other soldiers."

Keeping his gaze locked firmly on Rorke, a small grin managed to slide onto his features, a few more tears managing to slip from his eyes and down over his cheeks.

After a moment more, he nodded, his smirk remaining.

"I'll f-fix my plan. I'll have to c-consult my men, however, and you'll have to keep me around for it."

Slowly he lowered to a crouch in front of the other, shoving the barrel of his handgun right under Alex’s chin and tilting his head back a bit, looking him directly in the eyes.

"But it is your choice to track after your daddy’s trail like a lost little puppy. All I want is you to choose what’s best for the Federation and for you to drop whatever little ideas you have rampaging through your head. How bout that?"

At the point in time that the gun was placed under his chin, Alex felt himself start to tremble either with fear or pain, the rage subsiding once his thoughts were jumbled in a big mess.

Clearing his throat, his voice was low and shaky as if he were too frightened to speak too loudly.

"W-What else was I s-supposed to do, huh? My p-plan was going to do wonders for this entire team--"

Striding over, he loomed over the young man sitting on the floor, completely ignoring the face the other was gushing blood, hissing and even crying. Though the insults in Spanish didn’t go unnoticed. Once he heard them, his gun was pointed at the younger’s feet, his eyes narrowing in a silent challenge to say another insult.

"You should have seen it coming the second I found out who your daddy was. You’ve been balancing on a fucking tight rope this whole time, and fuck, you might have been okay if you just decided to shut the fuck up.”

"I'm s-sorry--"

Alex cried, trying to calm himself by taking small breaths in. The pain was overwhelming, and the more he moved, the more it hurt, reddened eyes looking up at the man.

"I'm s-sorry I'm Diego Almagro's son, okay?! It's n-not like it was my choice to be here right now!"

"What is there to listen to, Alexander? Because all I’m hearing right now is that bullshit spewing from your mouth! The same shit your father spat out! Do you want to maybe actually fucking explain and give me one good reason I shouldn’t blow your brains out!?"

His hold on his gun tightened as he took a few more steps, glancing to the side and noticing his hand going for the door knob. Shifting his aim, Rorke pointed it at Alex’s hand instead, his finger pulling the trigger only seconds later.

The shock of his father being mentioned caused him to falter for a split second, and then the pain overcame him when the bullet hit his hand.

Pulling his left hand back from the doorknob as blood spewed from it, Alex hissed, tears splitting from his eyes as he cradled it close with his other. Sliding down the wall, he glanced up, mumbling out a few choice insults in Spanish.

"I-I can't believe you f-fucking did that--"

Lacking in care for the other man’s obvious fear, he walked after him, the barrel of his weapon still aimed directly on the young Almagro with each step. When his target spoke, his eyes narrowed the slightest bit, and his hand cocked slightly, the gun still pointed at him from a new angle.

"Fucking joke my ass. I should shoot you down right here and right now."

Alex hit the wall instead of the door, and, upon fumbling to try and reach the doorknob which was only a few feet away, he somehow kept his eyes locked on Rorke.

"Y-You don't understand-- You didn't even h-hear the whole plan--"

Stands completely still at that for a bit, trying to process what exactly the currently bald headed soldier just said. As soon as it clicked, Rorke’s hand slammed right onto his handgun and fumbling a bit, he drew it and pointed it directly at the shorter’s head.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Gasping, Alex throws his hands up and backs away, eyes darting from the barrel of the gun and back to Rorke repeatedly, the look of terror staining his face and mouth opening so words could be forced out.

"N-Nothing! Nothing! I was j-just joking!"

A fake laugh.

"Ha-- Ha ha-- See?!"

"I CAN FUCKING TAKE WHATEVER A LITTLE TINY SHIT LIKE YOU CAN DISH."

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"REALLY?"

A laugh followed by a sigh.

"You honestly think you can handle an entire city being flooded again!?--"

Stops--

"Wait-- Fuck--"

"I’D RATHER SLIT MY OWN THROAT AND JUMP OFF A CLIFF INTO WATER BEFORE DYING AT THE HANDS OF A SHRIMP LIKE YOU."

"OH BOY. OOOH BOY. YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU'RE EVEN IN FOR!"

"I REGRETTED IT THE DAY I MET YOU. AND I STILL DO."

"GOOD. I'LL BE THE LAST FACE YOU SEE BEFORE YOU DIE."

#ic #rorketheghostkiller #[ RRAAAAAGE ]

rorketheghostkiller said:

"HA."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING HA ME. I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET THE DAY YOU JOINED THIS SIDE."

M!A: For one day you have no hair. (8

... Squints... ... Reaches up... ... Feels head--

SCREAMS.

HURRIEDLY PULLS HOOD UP OVER HEAD--

#ic #msg #[ ACTUAL TEARS FROM BBY ALMAGRO ]#Anonymous

"I love yooo-ur hair."

Takes a deep breath.Slowly leans down in Alex’s face and cups both of his cheeks with his hands, squishing them inwards harshly as he did."Alex, you have five seconds to run or your legs will be made of lead by the time I’m done with them."

"Who the hell said I was ‘uptight’ about someone’s hair length? What if it’s just my fucking preference to keep my head shaved?"

Grumbles to himself, “You stupid fucking long haired piece of shit, do you have any clue how ridiculous I would look with hair like yours?”

“Hey, now—”

Alex scowls, tilting his head to one side and bringing a hand up to run it back through his hair.

“I’m not stupid, for one, and my hair is amazing. Anyone with hair like this would look awesome.”

He raises a brow.

“Or maybe you’d just ruin it with your personality.”

"I love yooo-ur hair."

Takes a deep breath.Slowly leans down in Alex’s face and cups both of his cheeks with his hands, squishing them inwards harshly as he did."Alex, you have five seconds to run or your legs will be made of lead by the time I’m done with them."

A snort. Rorke rolled his eyes, leaning in slowly, his arms crossing over his chest as he practically breathed down the others face and almost down his neck. A sneer made way, and the taller man began to grumble,

"You think that’s cute? You should know by now I don’t fucking have much hair. Just saying that alone feels like enough of a reason to at least fucking punch your lights out."

"That's your own fault, my man. You should just let it grow out."

He grinned a bit more, crossing his arms to mock the way Rorke stood.

"Maybe you wouldn't be so uptight with flowing locks such as my own."