#heavygut

  ‘O KILLER KING, 

          a soft smile creeped onto an already happy expression. a soft giggle left her lips, feeling his beard, and his long hair, tickle her neck. she was relieved that they had fixed their relationship. she was relieved that her mistake that her seventeen year old self made years ago. and she was definitely happy that she could be with him again. that she could feel him, that she could kiss him and express how much she loves him. 

long dong // james

  he was running.

     salt lakes spilled from his wide eyes, legs numb from the wrath of non-stop running. the grinding in his abdomen told him at least a few FRACTURED ribs; the deep bruising worsened his state of being ten fold. aleksandr was unable to breathe, but not from any sort of physical wound. he had KILLED someone. he was being reckless, acting cocky. he wasn’t immortal, despite his nickname. he thought he WAS, but he isn’t.

       immortal was disoriented. his heart cried from help, the SCREECHING of sirens a burden to his shattered being -- the shouts of gang members and the taint of copper on his tongue was a constant reminder. keep running. stop CRYING, child. you are stronger. but really? you aren’t. you need someone. you thought you didn’t, but you need help. his phone was taken in SHAKING, pale hands -- nova was his first reaction, the first thing desperate eyes caught.

       the text read, simply, “ help. ” his location was pinned onto the text, buffering and leaving the boy even more anxious before finally sending. a bullet WHIZZED past his head, and he CRIED out in fear; a genuine sound of what he felt. the abandon alley he slipped into was shaded -- he HID, but he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he was FOUND. the gang members PASSED, but he heard their bellowed confusion and the order to FIND the worthless brat.

  it was crystallized breath that surrounded him, rugged noises of a battle still resounding within tensed air. he was livid, an undying anger in his wrathful hand, protective as all get out. a rifle barrel aimed at a worthless soul, no one would blink if he died. bared teeth in spite of his young companion, one he had sworn to himself to protect at all costs. assassins swarmed about, wiggling like maggots under his infuriated hand. no one got away, no one got out alive.

  ❝ you poor dumbass. ❞ the voice kootra addressed the remaining man with appeared gentle, on the surface. but the white of his eyes and the tremble of the man’s lips was indication he saw right through his facade. taking him by the NECK, jordan squeezed and the sound of his windpipe crushing filled the air. as soon as jordan reveled in his enemy’s deaths, he was at the younger man’s side in a SECOND.