⧗ — ONE STEP INTO YOUR GRAVE †

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⧗ — @shestxngs

“ You were the closest — . . . ” , she let out , right before a pained little gasp at her attempt to stand up taller .

“ Gah – . . . You got sewing skills ? ” , the redhead asks , only half jokingly .

And so , with pained groans and with the use of both hands , she barely managed to have her body to sit .

02:00 — 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [ 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 ] 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 — 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 [ 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 ] : 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

ᴴᵉᵉˡˢ ᶜˡⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ˢʰᵃʳᵖˡʸ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡˡⁱᶜ ʳᵒᵒᶠⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ᵖᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ . ᵀⁱᶜˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃᶜˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ ᵖⁱᵖᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒᵒᶠˢ ᶠⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢ , ᶠᵃᶜᵉˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗˢ .

ᴼⁿᵉ ʰᵒᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ — ᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵒᵒᶠ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵈᵘˢᵗʳⁱᵃˡ ʷᵃʳᵉʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᶠⁱˡᵉˢ .ᵂⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃˡᵗⁱⁿᵍ , ʰᵉʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ʰⁱᵍʰ-ᵗᵉᶜʰ ᴬᴿ ᵍˡᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ .

[ 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 . 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 . . . 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙽 : 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴 . 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 : 𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙶𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 . 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶. ]

ᴴᵉʳ ˢʰᵃʳᵖ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ ᵉʸᵉˢ ⁿᵃʳʳᵒʷᵉᵈ . ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵃˡᶠᵘⁿᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿⁱⁿᵍ . [ 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 '𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽' 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙲𝙾𝙻 𝙸𝙽 : 5𝚂 . ] " ᴸᵒᵛᵉˡʸ . . . " , ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵘᵐᵇˡᵉᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒˢᵉ . " ᴳᵘᵉˢˢ ʷᵉ ' ˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵒˡ' ᶠᵃˢʰⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ʷᵃʸ . . . "

ᴬⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ , ˢʰᵉ ˡⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍˡᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ , ˢʰᵒᵒᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ʰᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵂⁱᵈᵒʷ ' ˢ ᵇⁱᵗᵉ — ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵘᵖ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᶜˡⁱᵐᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ˢᵒᵃᵏᵉᵈ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵒʷˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵃⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵉʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ' ˢ ʳᵒᵒᶠᵗᵒᵖ .

[ 𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 . 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴-𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 . ] ᴬⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ , ᵗʰᵉ ᵂⁱᵈᵒʷ ˢᵖᵘⁿ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢʰᵃʳᵖ ᶠˡⁱᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᵈ ᶜᵘʳˡˢ . . .

ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵈʳᵃʷ ʰᵉʳ ᵖⁱˢᵗᵒˡˢ ᵃˢ ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒⁿˢ .

ᴺᵒ , ʷʰʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢʰᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ WAS ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒⁿ .

ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿᵉᵘᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ᵖᵃⁱʳ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃⁿˡʸ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳˢ , ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵒˡᵈⁱᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʷᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉˢ , ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵍʳᵘⁿᵗ .

ᴬⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗʳᵒᶜᵘᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˡᵇᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ .

. . . — ˢʰᵉ ᶠˡⁱᵖˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᴰᵃⁿᵗᵉ ' ˢ ˢʰᵒᵗˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵃ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ *𝙏𝙃𝙒𝘼𝘾𝙆 * ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ' ˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ , ᵏⁱᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᶠᶠ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ .

ʸᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵒˡᵈⁱᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ˢˡᵃᵐᵐᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡ ᵇʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠʸⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵉᶜʰᵒᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ .

SHE WAS BRUTAL , QUICK. he liked a woman that knew how to kick ass , her movements were swift , quick and he could see the training that she had invested in herself , he's not focusing on style for once , but rather thinning out the herd of soldiers that were firing a volley of bullets at them.

ㅤㅤㅤlead tears through his body , being riddled with bullet after bullet , but he barely even seemed to be phased by it , blood dripping from the holes punched in his form , his stride forward still determined , squeezing off shot after shot , deadly accuracy demonstrated , muzzle flashes illuminating the room as he grips both pistols and proceeds to fire at the crowd.

ᴺᵃᵗᵃˡⁱᵃ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇʳᵘᵗᵃˡ , ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ .

ᴴᵉʳ ᶠⁱˢᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵍˢ ᵘⁿˡᵉᵃˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵖʳᵉᶜⁱˢᵉ ˢᵗʳⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ , ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁱˡˡ .

ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ;

ᵃ ʳᵒˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃʸ . . .

ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵍᵘʸ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃˡᶠ ᵒᶠ ˢ.ᴴ.ᴵ.ᴱ.ᴸ.ᴰ . ᴬⁿᵈ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵒ , ᵍᵒᵒᵈ .

ᴬⁿᵈ ˢᵒ , ᵗʰᵉ ᵃˢˢᵃˢˢⁱⁿ ᵉʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ qᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ .

1. ᴰᵘᵃˡ ᵍᵘⁿˢ .

2. ᴴᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁱᵐ .

3. ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ .

4. ᴴⁱᵍʰˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉˡʸ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵒ — ʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ .

ᴺᵒᵗᵉᵈ . [✓]

ᴬⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ , ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ˢᵘⁱᵗ ᵖᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ .

“ ᴳᵘᵉˢˢ ʷᵉ ' ʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ʷᵃʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ⁿᵒʷ . ᴸᵉᵗ ' ˢ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ . "

ㅤㅤㅤHe brings the sword around , pushing his sword backwards , dragging it along the ground sparks flying from it as he charges toward the final group , jumping into the air , spinning around , slamming it into the ground. he swings it in a wide arch and cuts through their body armor like a knife through butter.

sword brought around to rest on his shoulder as he shifts his attention back to the woman , signaling to her with a gesture of his gloved fingers , the darkhold sitting in a glass containment box.

ᴴᵉʳ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠⁱˢᵗ, ᶜˡᵉⁿᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ, ˡⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁱᵐᵉᵈ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ .

ᴴᵉʳ ᵂⁱᵈᵒʷ' ˢ ᵇⁱᵗᵉ ᶜʳⁱᶜᵏˡᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗʳⁱᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ . ᴬⁿᵈ ˢᵗʳⁱᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ .

ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ ' ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ . ᴹᵃⁱⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒᶜᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵉⁿ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃˡᶠ - ᵇʳᵉᵉᵈ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ .

ᴬˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ ˢᵒ , ˢʰᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᶜˡⁱᶜᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒʷˡʸ ʰᵉᵉˡᵉᵈ ᵇᵒᵒᵗˢ — ˢʷⁱᶠᵗˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵐ . . .

“ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ʷᵉˡˡ , ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʲᵒᵇ , ᴰᵃⁿᵗᵉ . ᴺᵒʷ . . . ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵇᵒʸ , ʸᵉᵃʰ ¿ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵈᵒʷⁿ . —

— ᴰᵒⁿ ' ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ . ”

ᴬⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ , ᵗʰᵉ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵂⁱᵈᵒʷ ᵏⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁿᵉᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ ʰⁱᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃˡˡ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠᵃᶜᵗ .

ˢʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ .

ㅤㅤ❝ Alright , now you're gonna have to explain yourself for that one sweetheart , I don't take to kindly to getting backshots from a woman that I just met. ❞ He's standing to his full height , cracking his neck , the electric shocks going through his body were no worse than the Alastor sword had given back on mallet island and that fucker had impaled him clean through the chest and pinned him to the floor.

❝ You know , it's been a while since i let a pretty face get the better of me , that shock almost tickled , but for real. I'm gonna need you to apologize and say , just kidding before things get real crazy. ❞ He's moving to stand between her and the glass case , cracking his knuckles and eyeing her , icy gaze narrowed.

ㅤㅤHe'll take her on with his bare fists and outdo her at her own game , then he'll have to contact the avengers and get her head right. He didn't know her all too well, but he knew there was some kind of latent conditioning , a defensive pose struck , hands in front of his face , if she wanted that fucking book , she was gonna have to go through him.

ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢⁿ ' ᵗ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ᴵⁿᵗᵉˡ .

ᴴᵉʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ ᶜᵘʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢⁱᵈᵉ , ʰᵉʳ ˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳʸ 𝑪𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑺 ᶜʳⁱᶜᵏˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵇʸ ʰᵉʳ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ˢⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʰⁱᵖˢ . “ Qᵘⁱᶜᵏ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵍʰ ᵉⁿᵈᵘʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ , ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ . ᴬˢ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ . . . "

ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ ' ᵗ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐ . ᴬᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ , ⁿᵒᵗ ʸᵉᵗ .

“ ᵀʰᵉ ᴳʳⁱᵐᵒⁱʳᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ . . . ”

ʰᵉʳ ʰⁱᵍʰ - ᵛᵃˡᵘᵉ ᵗᵃʳᵍᵉᵗ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ . . .

ᴺᵃᵗᵃˡⁱᵃ ' ˢ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ˢʷⁱᶠᵗˡʸ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᶠʳᵉᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ ᵇᵒᵐᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐ .

ᴬˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵒᵐᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉᵈ , ᵗʰᵉ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵂⁱᵈᵒʷ ˢᵗʳⁱᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ !

ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʰᵉʳ , ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳˢ , ᵃ ᵗʰⁱⁿ 𝑾𝑬𝑩 ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵗʳⁱⁿᵍ ʷʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ .

ㅤㅤㅤHe's struggling against the constricting cord , teeth gritting together as he pulls on the cord. guess that he was her high value target then huh ? Dante grimaces before tugging the cord , digging it into her fingers and forcing her to release him.

He grabs her legs and proceeds to flip her over his shoulders , slamming her down on the ground in front of him , making sure not to hurt her , kneeling down and placing his hand around her throat , keeping her pinned underneath him.

ᵀʰᵉⁿ , ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ˢˡᵃᵐᵐᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒʷⁿ , ᵗʰᵉ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵂⁱᵈᵒʷ ᵍᵃˢᵖˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ .

ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵃᵇ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʷʳⁱˢᵗˢ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ , ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉʳᵘᵐ ᵉⁿʰᵃⁿᶜᵉᵈ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳⁱᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵛᵉʳᵃᵍᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ .

ᵂⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ - ᵒᵘᵗ , ᵗʰᵉ ᵃˢˢᵃˢˢⁱⁿ ᵍʳᵘⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶻ ᵈᵃᶻᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ʰⁱᵍʰ ᵈᵘʳᵃᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ .

ㅤㅤㅤthen he's feeling her feet on his chest and getting kicked away from her , flying into the air , landing on the ground with a resounding thud , his gaze up at the ceiling.

❝ Alright , plan B then... friggin' incredible.... ❞ he almost felt that kick from her , sitting himself up and bracing his arm on his knee , eyeing her from where he had landed., he stands up with a bit of groan escaping him , oh maybe he felt that more than he thought.

ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵉⁿᵗʳᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ˢʸʳⁱⁿᵍᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵐᵉʳᵍᵉⁿᶜʸ ᵐᵘᶜʰ - ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ⁿᵃᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤagain , he usually wouldn't mind it ! , he was into that and this was right up his alley , but his wasn't what he had in mind when he was talking about having a woman's legs wrapped around his head , context was important damn it !

❝ jesus lady , buy me dinner first before you're trying to strangle me with those thighs ! nice as they are ! ❞ he grabs one of her thighs and rips it away from his throat , grips her arm and throws her away from him , across the room.

ᴬ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵖᵃⁿᵗ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵖ . ᴬ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰʸ ˢᶜᵒᶠᶠ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᴺᵃᵗᵃˡⁱᵃ ' ˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ , ᵃ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃʳᵉˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ʳⁱᵈ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱⁿᵍᵉʳ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ .

“ ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ ¿ ᴸᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʸᵃ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ . . . ᴹᵉⁿ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃⁿ 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑰𝒁𝑬𝑹 ᶠᵒʳ ᵀʰᵉ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵂⁱᵈᵒʷ . ” , ˢʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿᵈᵉᵈ , ʰᵉʳ ʷᵒᵐᵃⁿˡʸ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˡᵒᵘᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃ ʰᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ . “ ᴬⁿᵈ ᵘⁿˡᵉˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ' ʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ , ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁱⁿ ' ᵗ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ , ᵇᵃᵇᵉ . ”

ᵀʰᵉⁿ , ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ .

“ ᴳᴿᴬᴬᴴ !! ” , ˢʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ , ʰᵉʳ ᶠⁱˢᵗ ᶜᵘʳˡᵉᵈ ᵗⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵖᵘⁿᶜʰ . ᴬⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ˢʷⁱᶠᵗˡʸ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵒˢᵉ .

ᵂᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁱᵗ ˡᵃⁿᵈ ¿

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ he steps forward and assumes a defensive position , looking at her from the distance he had put between the two of them , neck cracked to fix some slight pain he was feeling.

“ Pizza ? Assuming you ' ll be eating soon is assuming you ' ll be alive by then . ” , Natalia pointed out with a scoff .

But she couldn ' t let him walk free . Not anytime soon . She had a mission .

And it was simple ; — CAPTURE OR FAIL .

“ Sorry , love , you ' re not getting home just yet !! ” , she hissed out , all while drawing her pistols and firing precise shots at his form .

She was aware of his speed and durability . And knew he wouldn ' t die from these normal bullets anyway .

ᴴᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ⁿᵃʳʳᵒʷᵉᵈ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ , ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ' ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ' ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ . ᴴᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉᵇʳᵒʷ ˢʰᵒᵗ ᵘᵖ , ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ ᶠˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ .

ᵂᵃˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵈʳᵉⁿᵃˡⁱⁿᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ' ˢ ᵐᵃᵍⁱᶜ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵉˢ ? ᴹᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ , ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ , ᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵍᵘʸ ' ˢ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵗ ᵃ ˢᵒʳᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵗ .

“ ᴵ ' ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳⁱᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰʳᵒᵃᵗ . ᵀʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵇᵗ ᵖᵃⁱᵈ , ⁿᵒ ? ” , ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃʳˢʰˡʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ʰⁱᵐ , ᵖᵘˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳˢ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱˢ .

ᴴᵉʳ ᵍᵘⁿ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ʳᵉᵗʳᵃᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵒᵐᵃᶜʰ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ˢⁱⁿᵍˡᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ . ᴴᵉʳ ʰᵉᵉˡ ' ˢ ˢⁱⁿᵍᵘˡᵃʳ ᶜˡⁱᶜᵏ ᵉᶜʰᵒᵉᵈ , ᵉⁿʰᵃⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵖᵗⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃˡˡᵉʸʷᵃʸ .

ᵂⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᵈ ᵗⁱⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵖˢ , ᴺᵃᵗᵃˡⁱᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵃ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ˢʷⁱᶠᵗˡʸ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵖⁱⁿ , ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵘʳˡˢ ˢʷᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵃᵗ ' ˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ .

“ ᴵ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒˡᵈⁿᵉˢˢ , ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ . ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇⁱᵍᵍᵉʳ ᶠⁱˢʰ ᵗᵒ ᶠʳʸ , ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈ ᵍᵘʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃⁱⁿ ' ᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ˡⁱˢᵗ . . . ” , ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱˢᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ , ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ qᵘⁱᶜᵏ ᵍˡᵃʳᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ , ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ .

ᴴᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ ᵖᵒᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍⁱᶠᵗ . . .

ᴼʳ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ,

ᵃ ᶜᵘʳˢᵉ .

Not that he knew what reaction he was expecting. All he knew was that it was unlikely she'd shoot, considering the whole point of pulling him into the alley to begin with wasdodge her pursuers. He doubted she'd want that sort of attention. Of course, if that changed, he'd need to surprise her not with flirting, but with moves that shouldn't be normal for a blind man. He'd rather take the first option.

"Sure. Next time, then," He replied, showing no sign he'd noticed her slipping something into his pocket. He listened as her heels hit the pavement while she walked away.

She wouldn't be difficult to track, and that was exactly what he planned on doing as he makes a break for the fire escape, couting on the shadows to keep him hidden while he quickly made his way up to the roof.

As he made it to the rooftop, he safely tucked his fancy work suit into a vent— making sure to take out her little gift and hiding it in the pocket of his superheroing suit, then split his cane and leapt off the building.

He could still hear her heels just fine, even from a block away, and made his way over, making sure he'd remain hidden from her view.

Her heeled black boots clicked at each step . Cars passed by , rain poured down the fogged up streets . And a few blocks away , Natalia found herself face to face with a bar .

Good place for a temporary cover , just for an hour . Until she allowed herself to slip away once more . Besides , one drink couldn ' t hurt .

Entering the dimly lit bar had a few heads turn at her , a few eyes following her form . She abandoned her umbrella by the front door , where the bell dinged at her presence .

Not like she wasn ' t used to the attention ; — she was .

The spy pulled the bar stool into a little spin before allowing her form to sit upon it .

@cyro-needsabeer

– Preferably , I work alone . Prevents mistakes . . . And connections .

⧗ — @shestxngs

“ You were the closest — . . . ” , she let out , right before a pained little gasp at her attempt to stand up taller .

“ Gah – . . . You got sewing skills ? ” , the redhead asks , only half jokingly .

And so , with pained groans and with the use of both hands , she barely managed to have her body to sit .