#mdnightr

    “UNNH.. .. ..  Hey ...  Midnight ...?  Buddy bleeding out over here -- buddy without a healing factor...”  Cole groaned, one hand reaching out to steady against the wall beside him, the other pressing against his quickly-bleeding side. “Might I suggest a -- uurgh! -- strategic retreat? ‘Cuz I think one ‘a those is in order, here! -- ”

     Whoop. Down he goes. Who knows how a retreat is supposed to be made when there’s a bullet lodged deep in there -- frankly, Cole’s mind was too fuzzy to fuss about the details.

  “No.”

  Facedown in his own tacky pool of blood, he put a fist to the ground and heaved.  Then a second roll of knuckles despite the agony washing over his back.  He grumbled about, “Impeccable timing,” as he managed to get up on one knee.

               [ FALLING. ]

    [ It wasn’t much, as far as a thought went, but after being thoroughly shit-kicked and shoved out of a broken window, it’s about all his brain could muster. It was only three stories, but time seemed to slow as he reached for nothing but empty air, panic choking him as he hurtled towards the street. ]

    [ Luckily for him, he supposes, he landed on a car. Those had more give than asphalt. ]

   [ Or, at least, that’s what he supposes when he finally manages to get his bearings and roll off the car, right. Onto the Asphalt. ]

    [ Blood filled his mouth, choked the curse right out of him, as he slowly managed to get his arms underneath him and push himself into a sitting position. His voice was tight with pain when he murmured, ]

       “ so --- let’s get this straight.  you AREN’T batman, even though i could’ve sworn you came bursting out of bat-hell just to stop me.”

somehow i read that as “i made a draft that tastes like french toast” and i was like …sign me up

@mdnightr

The Father ran the cloth along the silver casing of his SIG-Sauer P226.  The weapon had a clean shine to it, far removed from the way the barrel had been covered in blood only last night.  It was one of those weeks, the ones where there was more bad in the world than good.  His companion would likely say that there was always more bad in the world than good, that normal people just pretended not to see it.  Jason didn’t think that way.  He thought the world was wonderful, that people were inherently good.

But sin existed in every heart, and when it roared its ugly head it had the potential to level buildings, to tear families asunder, and to start world wars.

im so offended how dare you put your own well being and time above a hobby thats meant for stress relief???????? honestly

list of people to shank