#fablestasks002

Now, this wasn’t the last he’d see the man, from then on it would be shadowy figures outside his apartment at night, and in passing on Corie’s way out from seeing Red. Clearly the point just hadn’t gotten across.

“Oh, c’mon!” Bigby turned, his eyes narrowed and brows drawn in. He was in no mood to play around and the slight of the Knave of Hearts leaning against a streetlight did not improve the night what so ever. “Come on, you have time for old friends, right?”  “We’re not friends.” “Oh.” He laughed, it bubbled up the smooth column of his neck and Bigby could hear his heart beat pound against his chest. The heart usually beat that fast if someone was scared---- and he was too drunk to be scared--- or if someone were to be daring. Or stupid.  “Can you, just, I don’t know? Beat it.” The sheriff mumbled as he turned back to his crime scene. “I’m in the middle of something here.” “Do you think it’s funny?” Okay, so he wasn’t taking a hint. His legs moved his forward but he had a swaying about him from the alcohol. Bigby could smell it, and it was clear the Knave was smashed out of his mind. “Do, do you think it’s funny that you---” He pointed at him, as he walked backwards into the shop. He laughed suddenly in between his sentences. “--- that you, the big bad wolf, are the lawman? The saviour of the fables? The protector when you’ve eaten, I don’t know, how many of us?”  “--- Hey, get out of there! It’s a crime scene!”  “And another thing,” The Knave was touching things now, fucking with things and it was pissing Bigby off something fierce. “I---I was the Queen’s right hand, me! I was--- I am the one with the righteous titles and yet, here you are. A wolf. A giant puppy going around looking for pets and biscuits! How sad!”  He was wasting his time and bringing up his past was not something that Bigby didn’t do well with. Granted, it happened. He was young, he thought he was better than everything, stronger--- faster---- but that’s it. He was young. However, it wasn’t his past that was making him mad. It was the fact that this drunk fuck was fucking with his crime scene and not stopping. “I’m gonna say this one more time, get the fuck out of here.”  The Knave stopped what he was doing, as he picked up something--- it looked expensive. He looked at the sheriff, a smirk on his devious lips and dropped the vase, or whatever it was. It shattered on impact against the ground. Bigby narrowed his eyes and tried his bests to remain calm. “Get. Out.” “Or what?” The drunkard was making a mess of things but he was somber enough to know that he was winning. Getting under Bigby’s skin. “Are you going to throw me in the witching well? Or are you going to gobble me up like poor old granny?” “---Knave.” “Wolf.”  They were on a stand still for a moment, both glaring at each other. Bigby was trying to stay calm. To not go postal on this waste of space but it was hard when all he could hear in the back of his head was ‘kill him. kill him. kill him.’  The sheriff didn’t know what happened next, or how it came about--- but the Knave said something. And to Bigby it sounded like he was underwater, floating above the surface.  All he knew was that he had jumped at him, knocking him down in the process and straddling his chest as landed several punches against his head, neck and overall his fucking face. It was a fury, blinded by rage and all that he could not understand.  Taking a moment to breathe, Bigby did not regret it, in fact--- a part of him liked it. Liked the rage that flowed through his bloodstream. The poor sack of shit on the ground didn’t speak for a few moments and then suddenly there was a small, choked out chuckle. “--- You’re still a m-monster, Bigby. You’re just, ahh, fooling yourself.”  ”Get up and take a shower. You smell like shit.” The wolf turned to walk away. He wasn’t going to fix anything tonight, he’d come back in the morning and deal with things then. As he walked away, the words the Knave spat out in venom echoed in his head. The saddest part of that? He wasn’t wrong.