#chasing tw

his crisp lavender suit stained with a sickly red colour.  he held a black gun in his hand and his baton in the other. each splashed with red as well.  his light eyes scanned the room until he saw you. tired features lightened as he strode towards the love of his life.

you swallowed hard as the metallic scent hit your nose. he usually came home like this, however, you were usually asleep when he did.  but tonight, you happened to be wide awake. 

"my beautiful wife." the sides of his mouth stretched into a perverse grin as he eyed your figure. you wore one of his oversized sweaters, and to say he was happy to see that would be an under statement.  ran placed the gun on the countertop and pushed his bi coloured hair back, smearing some more blood across his face. 

"a..are you okay?" you asked as you took a step back. ran nodded and closed the gap between you both.

"i'm fine, and you?" he teased.

"good." you replied. your eyes wandered to the gun that laid on the table.  "did you kill someone?"

you knew it was a dumb question, he knew it was a dumb question, hell the author of this fic knew it was a dumb question.

but ran just smiled.

"some of them." he brushed his bruised knuckles against your cheek before squishing your cheeks together. "others i beat to death with my baton...and some.." his hand slowly moved down to your neck. he wrapped his slender fingers around your throat and squeezed the sides. "some i even strangled to death with my bare hands."

your heart skipped a beat as heat rushed to your face. unfortunately a familiar wetness was also pooling between your legs. 

"does my precious little wife like that?" he asked as he grazed the bloody baton against the side of your legs. you pressed your thighs together and shook your head.  you can't... you can't get off to his violent actions...

ran sighed as he dropped his baton and grabbed your hips pulling you closer. the blood staining his face made him even more intimidating than usual. you felt so vulnerable under his predatory gaze.

"then maybe, i should make you like it." he slipped his hand into you panties and rubbed your slit. "did you know that the man begged for his life. but he stopped when i took a knife and stabbed him." his fingers dipped into your heat. you reached down and grabbed his wrist.  "he died after i stabbed him fourteen times."

ran leaned closer as his fingers began to move in and out of your cunt. his other hand moving to the back of your neck.

"and the one i beat to death with the baton, he was crying." he curled his fingers inside of you, "begging." his thumb rubbed against your clit, "praying.. for me to spare him."  his grip on your neck tightened. "but i couldn't stop."

ran pressed his face against your neck and inhaled your sweet scent, getting blood on your skin in the process.  

"and you don't want me to stop either right?" you shook your head, his fingers felt like heaven inside you, of course you don't want him to stop. but nothing gold could stay.

suddenly he stopped moving his fingers. you felt discomfort pulsing through your body as he pulled his hand away and licked his finger. an  erotic scene  was left before you. your blood covered husband licking your fluids off his hand as he palmed his growing bulge.

"ah, sweetheart, i think you like it when i kill people." he teased, "you get so fucking wet for me." 

you looked down at the mess between your thighs then back at your husband.

"now, i suggest you run , because if i catch you tonight... i'll fuck you up worse than the men i delt with."

he reached for his gun and checked the bullets before closing it.

"what are you waiting for?" ran asked as he cooked his eyebrow, "run!"

I panted as I tried to run at full speed up a hill in San Francisco. I wasn’t getting very far and whatever I had interrupted a few minutes ago was still very much following me. I had never regretted turning down the wrong alley more than I did in that moment, turning just in time to watch the Demon of San Francisco bite someone’s head off.

I cursed under my breath as I heard concrete crunching behind me, my entire body trembling in fear and going numb at the same time. I turned down another alley, which might not have been the best of ideas after the last one that got me in this situation. I misjudged the uneven gravel, my foot sliding on loose particles and then twisting as my shoe caught in a small pothole.

I fell to the floor hard, cringing as the gravel cut into my palms and my face. A heavy form landed to the ground in front of me, casting an impossibly large shadow over me. I tried to stand but my weakened ankle crumbled under my weight so I caught myself against the dumpster next to me.

“‘Please, please, please,” I said rapidly. “I won’t say anything,” I clutched the metal bin for dear life.

“Oh, we know,” the creature responded.

All of a sudden, the creature was towering over me, effectively pinning me against the dumpster. I cowered, and rightfully so, feeling like the weakest being on the planet in that moment. My jaw trembled as the creature’s face lowered near mine, making me turn my face away so I didn’t have to look it in its empty white eyes.

A long, slimy tongue snaked from in between its razor sharp teeth and wagged in front of my face. I tried to step further back as the appendage inched toward my face but nothing happened. I was stuck.

“‘No, no, please don’t! I-” I was cut off as the tongue wiped over my cheek, leaving a stinging wake as it lapped at every cut.

I turned my head away more as the tongue inched toward my bleeding lip but felt the air leave my body as a large, cold, taloned hand clamped around my throat. I instinctively grabbed its hand but my eyes only widened in shock as the slimy skin oozed over my hands and held them in place.

“‘Please, stop, I’ll do whatever you want,’ I panicked, not even realizing what my words could imply.

“We are already taking what we want, little one,” it’s warm, death-scented breath ghosted across my face.

My face fell and tears pooled in my eyes almost instantly at its words. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst, until I felt...

Nothing.

I opened one eye, seeing the creature retracting its hand, simultaneously releasing mine. It stepped back slightly, giving me some semblance of breathing room. It took a deep breath and cocked its head at me. I flinched back as its tongue flew forward near my hip but I was too terrified to look. It stepped back again with a Hershey’s kiss dangling from its tongue. In The blink of an eye, the candy was devoured, wrapper and all.

“Eddie said we’re not allowed to eat you, no matter how tasty you are,” the creature sounded disappointed. “Until next time, little one,” a wide grin spread over its face. “Maybe then, we could...eat you?”