[ Tw: violence, blood, mentions of death. ]
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The pain was fading now, in the worst possible way. It was a sign that his body had begun giving up on the fight entirely. His arms, that had been covering his face moments ago, now laid limp on the side of him. Not only could he no longer defend himself, but he couldn’t even stop the blows - now coming in rapid succession to his face - from causing the most possible damage they could. His vision blurred, and he knew soon he’d be unconscious, perhaps even dead. It all felt very sudden, everything had moved so damn fast. His face was wet, from tears or maybe blood - probably both. His hair sticking to his cheeks, getting caught in his newly mangled flesh. “Spoiled rich prick.” The masked man muttered angrily, his voice lost between the sound of punches and muffled whimpers. Anvi couldn’t scream, he couldn’t even bring himself to try. The raven-haired boy tried to find his voice, to plead with the robber to “Stop”. To ask him to “Please just take what you want and leave.”, but the words were quickly lost in his ever buzzing head. The beating stopped soon after, he supposed the man saw no reason to continue when Anvi was so clearly outmatched, or perhaps he had just gotten bored of it. Even with his head crooked to the side, eyes struggling to remain open, he could feel the robber peering down at him, the unwarranted hatred in his glare, the smirk on his lips from having won such an unfair fight. Anvi didn’t have to look to know what was about to happen, the silent understanding of what must come next was palpable, even to him. Even in the state he was in.. The room was deathly quiet now, only in that silence had he even realize there had been other voices in the room before now, laughing as they egged his assailant on. The man standing above him cocked his arm back, readying himself for the final blow. This was it, Anvi was sure of it. He was going to die, alone and humiliated. Beaten to death by a man who had let his greed dictate the value of life. He let the lids of his eyes drift close, not fighting what surely was about to come next. The last moment of his life proved to be the longest, the seconds dragged on as if they were honey spilling slowly from its jar. Then, right as he was sure he’d die, right as he was waiting for the final nail in his coffin, the door swung open. Ripping a hole in the thick tension of his last moment. A familiar voice, one he knew but couldn’t place yelling “Fuck-” was the last thing he heard before everything went dark, before it all faded.
[ Tw: violence, blood, mentions of murder, gun shots ]
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Jasper was a bad person.
He was every part evil, and had no care for the ruining he had done. Everyone around him knew it, too. Knew he was unhinged power. That he walked the earth as if it owed him something. Took as if what was valued was already his. Condemned as if he had ever had the right.
But even so, the smallest, most hidden part of his heart, was clean. Was left unstained, and put to good use. He was evil in every way, but even evil knew unfair. Knew unplaced pain.
Jasper had heard the trouble before he saw it, and for the second time that week, he kicked a door in. ‘What the fuck do you cunts think you’re doing?” He questioned, walking into the innocent boy’s house. Fury surrounded itself around the gang leader. Talking a few loud steps towards the boy who stood over Anvi, Jasper grabbed hold of his arm that had been pulled back into a fist. Pulling him away from the boy, Jasper’s fist then connected with the assailant’s face.
The impact pushed the man to the floor and as he landed, his friend jumped into the fight- throwing a punch towards the side of Jasper’s head, and Jasper tried to dodge; the punch instead hitting his shoulder. Bringing his left fist up, Jasper sent an uppercut into his chest. This went on for a while, and at some point the third assailant joined in too.
The fight carried on for a few minutes, and once it was coming to an end Jasper had stepped back a little, the three men across from him. Spitting out a bit of blood, Jasper spoke. ‘Giving up, are we?” He taunted the intruders with a smirk.
The man who had been over Anvi scoffed. “There’s three of us, one of you.” His words sounded smug and Jasper mentally laughed. “I’m giving you the chance to walk away before I embarrass you all.” He hadn’t really been giving them that chance, however Jasper wanted to hear them accept defeat. He wanted them to believe it was over and then, when they hadn't been expecting it, he would do to them what they had done to Anvi.
One of them jumped towards Jasper, throwing a punch that Jasper had successfully dodged before he threw a punch of his own, a cracking sound could be heard as his fist collided with the person’s nose.
The smug expression had fallen from one of the other mans faces and in an attempt to gain control, he pulled out a knife. Everything had seem to happen too fast after that. Pulling out his gun, Jasper hadn't been given the chance to think about the consequences of what he was about to do. Three shots were then fired and followed by silence. “Dumb fucks.” Jasper mumbled, shaking his head before turning to look at Anvi.
With the back of his hand Jasper lazily wiped his bloody nose before making his way to the boy. Once next to him, Jasper crouched down and gently picked him up. Walking towards his couch, he laid him on it. Carefully, Jasper moved strands of the boys hair out of his face before venturing into the kitchen. After finding a small cleaning towel, Jasper ran it under warm water and walked back to the boy. For the next few minutes, Jasper gently cleaned the wounds that covered his face, moving pieces of his hair as he did. And once he was done, he spoke.
“Come on, kid, you've got to wake up now.” He said, his voice was quiet and laced with care.
“Anvi...” Jasper’s hand was placed onto the side of the boys head, his fingers gently pushing his hair back.
