• ᵒʳᵖʰᵃⁿᵉᵈ ⇢

     Brown eyes ran the length of the other teen’s body as he checked for any other injuries needing to be addressed. There were a few others that it wouldn’t hurt to bandage but nothing that couldn’t wait until after Garrett had passed out. Ethan dragged his desk chair over with his foot and settled in it before tugging up the blankets to just over their chest, being careful that the weight wouldn’t fall too heavily over his injuries. But––– the question surprised him. “You asked me to.” Was it really as simple as that? His fingers fell to Garrett’s arm ( he figured it was the least invasive place to touch ) lying on top of the blanket and he studied the veins of his skin as they dyed black again with the other teen’s pain. “Guess I’m tired of seeing kids die.” A pause. “When you wake up, we’ll talk more.” His fingers tapped Garrett’s arm but he wouldn’t pull away until he was sure they were out cold and couldn’t feel the pain. There had to be some aspirin or something tucked away in a cabinet somewhere. Garrett would need some later if he made it through the night. If not… Aiden was still going to be pissed either way.

she  takes  the  time  to  examine  the  body  again,        taking  a  step  in  closer  as  she  hovers  over  it.          she’s  not  bothered  by  gore       (      she  can’t  be  in  this  lifestyle      )          but  her  face  scrunches  up  anyway,        mostly  out  of  confusion  as  she  tries  to  understand.      she’s  not  DISAPPOINTED,        she  would  never  be  given  the  outcome  of  this  all.        a  creature  is  dead;        that’s  GOOD.         he  did  his  job.         but  why  this  way?       why  so  much  more  brutal  than  they’re  used  to?         that’s  what  leaves  her  so  curious.        

❛    you’re  never  this  successful?     ❜         she  asks,     putting  the  words  together     &     scoffing.          ❛     well,    no,      that’s  true.     ❜           she  doesn’t  mind  taking  a      (     figurative    )     stab  at  him  even  given  the  situation.         ❛     you  are  successful,       i  get  it     —-      i  just  don’t  understand.     ❜

she  stares  at  him  in  disbelief  as  he  finally  starts  talking,        not  making  a  move  or  a  sound  as  she  lets  him  go  on.          he’s  angry,        she  can  tell    —–     but  she’s  already  kicking  herself  for  not  realizing  it  sooner.       was  she  really  that  SELFISH  to  not  even  notice  garrett  was  suffering  through  all  of  this?      does  he  want  OUT?          what  would  that  mean  for  them?           hands  reach  out  in  front  of  her,       &       she  waves  him  off.        taking  a  careful  step  forward,        she  hopes  to  calm  him  down.        ❛    garrett,     chill.       you’re  right   —–    this  is  what  they  want.        but  it’s  MESSY,       we  don’t  do  messy.          but  you  did  that  on  purpose,      didn’t  you?   ❜          he  wants  the  mess,       he  wants  to  go  out  of  his  way    —–     that’s  all  she  can  assume.        ❛      i  didn’t  say  i  wasn’t  happy.       &      i’m  not  MAD  at  you.      ❜          but  maybe  when  he  calms  down,        they  can  actually  talk  about  why  it’s  NOT  okay  to  cause  this  big  of  a  mess  on  the  job       (      yet  she  can’t  deny  just  how  GOOD  the  body  looks  covered  in  its  own  blood  at  the  hands  of  her  partner  in  crime.          she’s  proud.      )             ❛     —-    stop  worrying  about  me.        you  know  i’ve  always  got  your  back.         who  is  everyone  else?        what  are  you   so  afraid  of?    ❜

               while  her  usual  jabs  at  him  often  ended  in  him  pouting  and  whining,  the  blond  ignores  it  for  now.  he’ll  probably  approach  it  later,  but  it’s  not  his  biggest  concern.   ❛   there’s  nothing  to  understand.   ❜   now  she’s  the  one  confusing  him.  in  his  head,  all  of  it  makes  sense.  they’re  killers.  their  job  is  to  kill.  he  did  his  job,  regardless  of  how  sloppy  or  excessive  it  might  have  been.  it’s  the  fact  that  she  points  out  that  this  one  was  purposely  executed  in  such  a  disorderly  and  messy  fashion  that  causes  another  laugh  to  uprise.  still,  he  doesn’t  answer  (  and  maybe  that’s  an  answer  in  itself  because,  yes,  this  was  on  purpose  ). 

              ❛   just  afraid  we’re  not  getting  the  full  experience,  vi.   ❜   while  his  tone  is  softer,  there’s  a  slight  sarcastic  undertone  tapping  at  both  his  voice  and  his  features.  hands  lift  to  hers  after  a  moment,  blood-drenched  fingers  locking  with  sanitary  and  clean  ones  before  he’s  smiling  again.  his  lips  part  to  say  something  else,  but  he’s  interrupted  by  the  thudding  coming  from  his  car  across  the  street.  the  smile  fades  into  a  smirk  and  he’s  dropping  her  hands  in  order  to  reach  down  and  grab  his  weapon  instead.   ❛   ––––  looks  like  victim  number  two  is  ready  to  be  the  star  in  our  encore.   ❜

she  heard  it,       shrieks  of  fear    &    pain  that  had  become  all  too  familiar  to  her  in  the  past  few  years.        it  brought   devious  smile  to  her  face,        satisfaction  overcoming  her  with  the  idea  that  the  HUMAN  has  beaten  the  supernatural  creature       (       the  way  it  should  be,       in violet’s  eyes.     )           pride,      joy,      a  lust  for  the  power  she  gets  from  a  kill  all  take  over her  senses  as  she  searches  for  garrett     ———      but  what  she  finds  isn’t  what  she  expects. 

bloodied  hands     &     a  now  bloodied  face   —–     a  sight  violet  would  have  been  proud  of  if  something  didn’t  seem  so  off.         this  wasn’t  like  him;         they  were  always  calculative  in  their  actions,       creating  a  strategy  to  get  things  done  as  quickly     &     easy  as  possible.       nothing  about  the  sight  before  her  was  EASY       (      the  multiple  stab  wounds,        the  torn  apart  victim  laid  before  him.       )         a  look  of  horror  writes  her  face,      though  it’s  not  often  shown  on  her  expression. 

❛     —–   what  is  this?    ❜           she  doesn’t  know  how  to  answer  his  question;       it’s  easier  to  skip  over  it  for  now.         she  wants  to  be  PROUD,       she  wants  to  congratulate  him  for  his  victory.      &      yet  it  doesn’t  feel  right;       something’s  wrong  with  him.         ❛      please  tell  me  you’re  getting  paid  EXTRA  to  deliver  someone  completely   unrecognizable.      seriously,        what  the  hell  has  gotten  into  you?        you’ve  never  this    —-   ❜         reckless,     savage,      DESTRUCTIVE,        she  can’t  pinpoint  the  word  she  wants  to  use  for  the  sight  in  front  of  her.           

               golden  brows  pull  together  as  soon  as  he  hears  the  tone  of  her  voice.  it’s  not  threatening  to  him,  even  though  violet  is  clearly  a  bit  confused  by  the  scene  in  front  of  her.  garrett’s  hands  find  his  hips  as  he  sniffs  just  once  before  glancing  at  the  dead  body  beside  him.  it’s  not  completely  unrecognizable...  maybe  because  he  looked  the  guy  dead  in  the  eyes  as  he  stabbed  him  a  few  dozen  times  in  the  chest.  he’s  too oblivious  to  understand  that  part,  though.   ❛   i  think  the  word  you’re  trying  to  search  for  is  ‘ successful ’.  don’t  worry,  i  got  it.   ❜

              arctic  tinted  hues  match  her  features  before  he’s  narrowing  his  eyes  at  the  girl  momentarily.  is  she  disappointed  in  him?  he’s  really  bad  at  reading  violet  (  always  has  been  ).  her  assumed  disappointment  only  fuels  his  anger  further,  leaving  him  to  lick  his  lips  slowly  and  arch  his  eyebrows.

               every  moment  of  impact  between  his  blade  and  the  mangled  corpse  at  the    opposing  end  of  his  blade.  she’s  drowning  in  the  scent  of  blood,   a  taste  of  copper  at  the  back  of  her  throat  she  doesn’t  want  to  REMEMBER. the  crimson  liquid  coating  every  inch  of  the  boy  directly  before  her  pulls  something  of  a  visceral  reaction.  claws  pressing  into  palms  where  they  laid  against  her  sides  while  the  doe-eyed  coyote’s  brown  optics  began  to  burn  a  blaze  of  cerulean.  she  hates  the  urge  welling  deep  inside  her  to  lunge  and  rip  into  the  carcass.  in  the  wild  dead  animals  were  sustenance.

              did  she  enjoy  it?  the  part  of  her  inbued  with  peter  hale’s  genes ;  the  one  who  wanted  to  completely  destroy  corrine  with  only  her  claws  did.  but  her?  no.  her  approach  is  that  of an  unfearing  prey  to  a  predator,  hands  raised  despite  the  lengthy,  yellowed  claws  sprouting  from  pale  fingers.   ❛   what  do  you  want?  you  aren’t  getting  money  for  this  anymore.  ❜

             her  breaths  escape  in  ragged,  heavy  motions  of  her  chest  while  her  voice  left  in  a  low  growl.  it’s  hard  to  SPEAK  with  the  bloodlust  raging  inside  her  veins.  he’s  psychotic.  but…isn’t  she?  wasn’t  meredith?  oliver?  even  stiles  thought  he  was  crazy.  losing  control  was  a  specialty  of  hers  as  of  late.   ❛   a  little  excessive…  ❜

               garrett  doesn’t  hesitate  to  notice  the  exchange  between  the  supposed werecoyote’s  true  animal  instinct  and  the  already  rotting  corpse  behind  his  own  body.  the  arm  drops  from  his  face,  but  the  smile  never  falters  as  he  tilts  his  head  in  pure  curiosity towards  the  female.   ❛   ––  i  just  gave  you  a  full  meal,  huh?   ❜

              the  only  steps  he  makes  are  to  the  side,  giving  her  full  access  to  the  body.  he’s  hoping  the  temptation  might  be  just  enough  to  send  her  over  the  edge.  if  she  doesn’t  choose  to  attack  the  dead  guy,  maybe  she’ll  somehow  sink  her  claws  into  the  assassin  instead.  either  way,  garrett’s  prepared.  he’s  faced  death  before  and  he’ll  do  it  again.  there’s  nothing  left  for  him  to  fight  for.  it’s  just  easier  to  stay  out  of  the  way  and  survive  that  way.

              the  assassin’s  head  tilts  in  the  slightest  at  the  bloodied  mess  in  front  of  him.  he  hears  someone  approaching,  but  does  nothing  in  return  to  show  that  he’s  scared.  he’s  not.  exposure  and  final  justice  is  inevitably  going  to  be  served  right  to  him,  isn’t  it?  lips  parting  in  the  slightest,  garrett figures  he  should  probably  acknowledge  his  new  and  completely  unexpected  company.  the  dagger  falls  from  a  bloodied  palm  (  hitting  the  ground  with  a  sharp  PING )  before  the  opposite  is  lifting  to  wipe  at  his  mouth  with  a  cleaner  part  of  his  arm.  ultimately,  it’s  unsuccessful  ––  painting  him  a  nice  faded  red  slash  across  his  features.  still,  the blond  just  turns  with  a  wicked  grin,  defeat  failing  to outshine  the  arrogance  he  possesses  instead.   ❛   you  enjoy  the  show?   ❜

              he’s  not  even  trying  to  hide  anything,  arms  lifting  from  his  sides  before he’s  stepping  aside  to  showcase  the  lovely  aftermath  of  the  murder  scene  he’d  so  kindly  managed  to  perform  just  moments  before  then.  a laugh  then  bursts  through  his  lips,  and  there’s  a  hint  of crazy  tapped  into  the  tone  of  it.  the  laughter  is  soon  forced  into  being  muffled  as  he  presses  his  arm  to  his  mouth,  eyes  shifting  between  the  figure  and  the  dead  supernatural  just  two  feet  from  him.  a  slight  hum  could  be  heard  from  him  after  a  moment  (  if  someone  is  listening  carefully  enough  ).

 ❛      that’s  a  joke,      right?         not  only  is  that,     like,      really  illegal  and  gross,       but  i’m  not  enabling  corey  to  laugh  at  his  bad  jokes  OUTSIDE  of  class  now  too.      ❜