#⇢ || 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 ;Drabble

[filthysmile]

𝔸 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤 || Short Drabble. 

(Tw; Gore/Blood/Violence/Murder)

Footsteps in the snow, mud caked and soaked through like spray paint on a canvas as he stalked his prey. The poor girl, blood covered and injured head to toe from both knife and broken glass alike. Her breath visible in the raging storm.

Terrified hues of emerald turning to view a dark and tormenting mask that dared her on with it’s haunting smile. She’d never truly been scared of Frank before. But something was different today. Something about him was  - OFF.

“Please Frank.. Just. Just let me go.. Hook me. Just get it over with.” She begged him, getting no answer other than a huff that spat into maniacal hyena like laughter. Watching as he cocked his head and pushed her to keep crawling.

He loved this. The rush of adrenaline that pumped through his veins harder than any drug he’d tried before. More exhilarating than his first robbery and more entertaining than a knife fight.  Her fear. Her pleading. If not for the way it grated upon his ears, he’d think it was music.

“Keep crawling.” He taunted. Stepping forward and raising his sneaker sharply before slamming it down into the small of her back. Earning himself a sharp blood choked scream from the runner he had in his grasp. In normal rounds, he’d have killed her and gotten it over with. But tonight. Tonight he was pissed. Having his own small injuries from getting hit just one too many times with pallets and jabbed in the shoulder with glass by the others. 

He sought to take his bottled rage out on them all.  Meg, being the last of four to feel the fire of his short burning temper.

Growling unpleasantly, he got sick of the snails pace they took and grabbed her ankle, turning her round’ and dragging her into the lodge as she kicked and shrieked for him to let go. Pulling her across the old rotted boards of the resort as her blood left a trail as brilliant red as fresh paint.

“Shut the fuck up, Don’t you wanna see your fucking friends?” Frank cursed at her, turning round and kicking her before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up enough to see the entrance of the basement. Ignoring her thick tears as they streamed down her face in worried horror. 

“Better watch your step” He teased, pushing her down the basement stairwell and following slowly behind.  Watching her tumble and cry out with every heavy thud. Pushing his favored hunting knife into the pockets of his varsity jacket and stomping down the stairs. Walking past her into the expansive room. Bandaged, bloodstained and tattooed hand reaching out to touch gently at the four split hook. 

“What’s wrong Meg, you look a little fucking lost.” He asked her, piercing blue hues looking to her through the pinholes of his mask. Her saddened and confused face giving rise to his bloodlust as he crossed his arms and leaned against the large wooden post. He waited for her to notice. To see and realize just what was wrong here.

“You’re a liar.” She snarled, wiping the pained tears from her heavy eyes and mustering what strength she could to hold her ground against him. From all she saw, there was no one here but them and the Entity’s alter. The pungent smell of death and rot filling her nostrils as she grit her teeth. She was used to this horrid stench, the look of death that surrounded her. But as her visibility cleared and her senses took in more than just the feeling of pain, she noticed something was different.

The basement was more... Red and Wet than normal.  Eyes scanning the room as she looked up to the dripping ceiling. Horrid ideas entering her mind like a feverish nightmare she choked on her thoughts and stared Frank down in fear and worry for her friends.

“Where are they. WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Meg shrieked at him. Hands hitting the blood soaked cement of the basement with anger and heartache. Only having her rage towards the Legion leader when he answered her with nothing more than a dark and twisted laugh. Watching as he opened his arms and showed off the mess of his work.

“ Whadd’ya mean ‘where are they’? They’re here Meg! A bit of em here, a bit of em there. Honestly, you’d think a looping bitch like yourself would be more thankful i brought you to see them at all. Or.. well, I guess i should fucking say.. what’s left of them.” Approaching her slowly as she tried to back away, he pulled his blade from his pocket and grabbed her ankle. Pulling her back towards him and close enough to raise and force down his hunting knife deep into her chest as hands desperately pushed his face and chest in some feeble attempt to make him stop. But it only fueled him on further as he gripped the hilt with both hands and carved through the soft flesh of her abdomen. Watching with a thrill as the life drained slowly from her eyes as he left her there.

“God you’re a stupid fuckin’ bitch. Can’t believe you actually thought i was tellin’ the truth about your friends. I only hooked their dumbasses.”

[filthysmile]

𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤 -- Closed Drabble 001

Stained snow.

Bright red like a ruby amongst powdered pearls, it brought joy and excitement to the killer. Bandaged hands rubbing the cold liquid between his fingertips and making note of the trail from what he could see. 

Lifting his mask up and away from blurred, wind stung eyes; he blinked few times to clear his vision. Interested on just who would be stupid enough to trespass so close to the lodge. 

『❛ These fucking meat sack’s are just getting more and more cocky... ❜』 Frank spat at the idea, knowing the so claimed ‘survivors’ where trying to rummage the stockpile of goods him and his Legion had acquired over their many trials. He couldn’t exactly blame them though. Medicine was as scarce as food and even for killer’s they had to steal from one another to survive. 

Stashing his blade in his pocket, he chose not to pursue the trail of blood. Instead opting for the smart route and heading back to the run down resort him and the other’s called home. Knowing his bets where better placed guarding the goods rather than chasing false leads.

『❛ You fucks ain’t leading me away that easily. I’ve played your game before.❜』 Grumbling softly, Frank stepped indoors, rubbing the snow and muck from his sneakers as he entered through sheer habit. Leaving his mask to rest upon the check in desk and tossing back his water soaked hood. 

Taking a good look at his surroundings, he stopped and listened. The fireplace crackling and the building’s generator rumbling on as usual. Nothing so far out of the ordinary, but he wasn’t the kind to leave things up to chance. Not with his stash of ‘treasure’ on the line. 

Off to the side and down large creaking steps, he made his way into the basement and storage. Otherwise known as Joey’s room. Passing by the other legionnaire’s hammock and letting calloused fingers brush against the soft but old and worn cotton gently. It was a blanket they had stolen from Herman’s Hospital and one he was never getting back.

『❛  Should get Joey more blankets...  ❜』     Frank noted to himself. Taking in the cold draft and thinking for someone other than himself for a moment. At least until the soft sound of breathing caught his attention. Gentle and quiet unlike the slight rasp of his own from years of teenage smoking. 

Pulling forth his knife, he pushed the hammock aside slowly and gripped the handle of his blade, steadying his own breaths as it offered him focus. 

Rounding the corner however he was met with -- Nothing. 

Or rather, nothing but the wind gently howling through the rotting boards of the basement. Causing a soft whisper like sound that made the legion leader grumble.

Bringing a hand up to pinch and massage the bridge of his nose in irritation, he rolled his eyes and turned on foot to head back upstairs. At least, until he came face to face with the creator of the before seen blood trail.

『❛  Jesus FUCK Susie! You can’t fucking sneak up on me like that!   ❜』 Frank snarled as he felt his heart skip a beat. Leaving him gasping for his breath for a moment before shaking off the feeling of being startled. Noticing the way she was holding her shoulder and the thick streams of tears that fell from her eyes. 

『❛  What happened to you? You get jumped or some shit, angel face?   ❜』 He asked with some sense of genuine concern for her, listening to her explain her trial and the one who had attacked her with a shard of glass as he grabbed one of the many medical kits they had measly tossed in the corner of the basement alongside the rest of their stolen goods. 

Hushing her softly as she began to sob, he pat her mess of pink and brunette hair before ushering her back upstairs with himself to follow. 

『❛  Save your breath Suse’. I got the picture.  ❜』 He reassured her the best he could. Patting her back softly as they made their way over to the couch and fireplace. Watching as she took off her sweater and he removed his jacket for better mobility. 

Checking over her wound, it didn’t seem like anything worse than it could have been. Sure it was bleeding quite heavily, but it didn’t look too deep and he couldn’t see the bone of her shoulder. 

Popping open the kit, he grabbed all he needed and moved himself closer to her until she was almost in his lap. Wrapping his left arm around the front of her and holding her right shoulder from the front. Giving her a nod of permission as she opened her mouth and placed braced teeth against his scarred and tattooed skin.

『❛ You know the drill. Bite till it doesn’t hurt.  ❜』 Frank said slightly muffled as he used his teeth to pop open a bottle of disinfecting alcohol. This wasn’t their first time doing this, and the many indent scars of her teeth along his arm was proof enough. 

『❛   Just relax angel. I’ll take care of you.   ❜』