#tw: something

Since I was about 7-9 years old, my cousins have lived with me. I'm not gonna go into too much detail about all of it but it basically meant that my mom was the only person raising about five or six kids. In our house, the locks are very easy to pick from the outside, you can literally use your fingernail. It's never been a problem for anyone else but for me specifically, my little cousin has constantly broken into places where I'm in when the door is locked. When I say this, I don't mean just like, when I'm sitting in my room with the door locked. I mean that she breaks in when I'm showering or using the bathroom or getting changed.

It's weird, because she doesn't go in there to watch me or anything, just to mess with me. I've told her to stop many times, and I've told many of the adults in my life about this and they've done nothing. We're both very close in age, so it's not like she's way younger than me and doesn't know any better. There was a point where I could excuse the behavior but as we both get older it's just getting ridiculous. The fact that I seem to be the only person in my family who finds this weird is crazy. Plus, every time she does get in trouble, it's not more than a small "don't do that!" And then they go back to ignoring the situation. It feels like they're only telling her to stop so I stop asking them to do something and not out of really seeing how violating and weird the situation is. The fact that she can get away with breaking my boundaries multiple times, not showing any remorse, and not even trying to listen to me when I tell her to stop is outrageous

Only a few months ago, all my cousins moved out again, and it was just me and my mom. Recently, for reasons I won't explain, my little cousin had to move back in. This was upsetting to me, because I was finally starting to have privacy and genuinely feel safe in my own home again. However, I was not even able to explain how this was upsetting because I was instantly shut down with the fact she's family. Whatever, I don't exactly care as long as I still get privacy. But literally just earlier she did it again. I told my mom, and she didn't even care about what my little cousin was doing, she instantly just got to yelling at us because we were being loud apparently.

It's not that I completely don't understand why my little cousin does this. Me and her are the two youngest in my family and grew up with each other. Along with that, I also ended up being there for her whenever the adults in our family were being shitheads or drunks. I believe that because of this, she's gotten a little attached to me. I understand that she wants to be around me a lot, but there needs to be boundaries. And there are boundaries, but for those boundaries to even matter they need to be listened to.

Cool night air filled the Weapon's lungs as she looked toward the sky, staring at the stars while she walked. As Marie wandered the streets of Death City she found herself lost once again.

That was fine however, Marie didn't particually want to head home just yet anyways. Ignoring everything other than the stars she didn't hear the numerous footsteps coming her way.

The blonde was suddenly caught off guard as pairs of strong hands gripped her arms and began dragging her into an alley. Trying to shake them off she resorted to her partial transformation.

Swinging her now transformed hand backward she knew her strike wouldn't be as powerful as usual, lacking momentum, but it would do the job for whoever was on her right.

A groan cut through the air, mingling with the sound of a 'crunch' as her tonfa made contact. The person restraining her arm released her as they collapsed in on themself.

Their partner kept their grip on the hammer firm, not wanting her to escape. As she turned to face them, tonfa coming in behind her, she was surprised when a set of hands caught hold of her arm mid swing, one hand on her elbow and the other just above her wrist.

"Jimmy, you alright?" The person behind her asked. Marie couldn't see who the new man was refering to as he was on her blind side now. "Devin, shift your grip." The man commanded.

As the tall man in front of her did as he was instructed, holding her in a similar manner to the other man, Marie felt a frown tug at her features. Was he really really using his alies names?

After a pause the man behind her pulled Marie's arm behind her back, pinning it there. "Blake, come on out." From one of the doorways a skinny man appeared; a glare on his features.

"What are you doing this for?" Marie asked, trying to buy herself time to think. The way they were holding her made it so no matter how she shifted, she wouldn't be able to land another solid blow.

When Blake was less than a foot away he pulled out a pocket knife, a grin spreading across his face. "We knew that you were coming back into town; word spread quickly about the Death Scythes' coming back after all."

There was a pause to which Blake looked Marie up and down, idly twirling his blade between his fingers. "A pretty woman like you shouldn't be out on your own at this time of night, even if you are a Death Scythe. You're an easy target, wearing that eyepatch of yours. That's why we chose you."

Her heart almost stopped as he spoke, eye widening in fear. What were they going to do to her? It wasn't like she could fight back now. She was a close range fighter, but pinned as she was she couldn't fight back.

"Let's see how Lord Death reacts to one of his beloved Weapons being destroyed, shall we boys?" Blake asked, gripping his pocket knife once more.

Laughter was the response Blake got, signaling the other men's agreement in the matter. "Now then, where should I begin?" He mused, running the sharp metal against Marie's cheek, drawing a small amount of blood.

Looking over Marie again the faintest traces of a smile seemed to play on his lips. Maybe he was realizing just how in the wrong he was. No, that was just wishful thinking. Why would they come this far just to back out last minute?

"Jimmy, what do you think I should do to her?" Blake's voice almost made Marie jump as it cut through the thick silence that had settled between them.

There was a pause as Jimmy contemplated his friend's words. Finally his voice rang out, strained and hurt. "Tease her a bit then go for the kill; make that bitch suffer."

That earned a nod from Blake and he readied his weapon. With one swift slice he left a gash from under Marie's left collar bone to her mid stomach. Not deep enough for her to bleed out or too profusley; no he wanted to make this last.

Marie yelped in pain as the cool steel cut into her. Her heart began to race as Blake seemed to admire his work. It seemed he was just warming up from the looks of it.

Almost gracefully he drew another diagnal line from her right shoulder to just above her left brest, earning another yelp of pain. Moving back toward her face Blake ran the blade across a cheek slowly, rewarding him with a whimper.

Blake continues this for a few more moments, moving from her torso to her sides and back to her cheeks, wanting to cause the blonde a lot of pain.

Finally Blake stops and looks over his handiwork, happy with how it looked so far. Marie's head hung as she panted, wanting to get away and to safety before they could continue. The next words she heard however made her heart drop.

"You can do the honors Jimmy; she's all yours." With that the Blake moved out of the way as Jimmy approached, a smug smile on his lips.

Without any hesitation he took the blade and dug it into Marie's left side harshly; a scream escaping her. Pulling out the blade Jimmy smirked, cherishing his payback.

Finally tiring of Marie Blake took the pocket knife back from Jimmy and hit Marie in the head with its casing. "Let's go, she'll die of blood loss before too long."

With that Devin and the other man released Marie, letting her fall to the ground without a care. They all laughed as they headed out of the alley, talking about how a Death Scythe should have put up more of a fight and how easy it was to take the blonde down.