#redlied

abaddon: winks

“And I’m assuming it’s that particular knife you’re desperate for.” Marisa murmured quietly, as though she even had to be quiet. They both knew that Abaddon was the only one who could hear her. That they knew of, at least. “The good thing about my situation is that I can be anywhere I want and I hear everything because no one sees me. I know exactly who has the first blade and where it is. It would be easy for me to obtain it.” 

eyes bore into the woman before her , the one brandishing a silver knife before her eyes. though her heart is hammering against her ribs , gemma does her best to show no fear. her gaze remains fixed upon the redhead , back straight to show she has no intention of backing down. it’s all about power , or at least , the illusion of it. so she doesn’t move , doesn’t flinch , doesn’t make a sound. even when abaddon moves at seemingly inhuman speeds , the blade slashing through her jeans and across the skin of her waist. she stifles any noise at the sudden sting and outpouring of blood that soaks into the denim of her jeans.

“ hahh– ya been feeding that bullshit to all of your victims or is it just me?.”  he had lunged forward, with a powerful punch once; twice and many more. she is bleeding but still standing proud and it pisses him off. dean attacked again but this time he tackles and pins her into the dirt. this time the first blade comes to play, she won’t survive for long against such thing. he needed to get her in a weak position and he damn succeeded, rip her throat out with his weapon. “ should’ve stayed dead.”  the voice comes rough and guttural as the tip of the bone cuts a shallow wound against her skin. 

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