#v;dark

"I think I’m panickin’. Yep. I’m panicking. Definitely panicking. I really ‘ave changed, haven’t I?”

►☠◄     ❝ Well that was rather harsh, ❞ Reflekta responded, not daring for a moment to lower her wrist; for reasons rather unknown to the bug she’d cornered. Forcing a false frown of hurt the girl patted her free hand on her heart. 

          Overdramatics aside, there was an inkling of true pain there, if one knew how to see it.

❝ You knew that silly little alliance wouldn’t last. Or rather you should have known. You were correct to be worried about the akuma. A blackened little butterfly still resides in my head Ladybug. It will always be there.

❝ You and Chat Noir’s reluctance to turn your Miraculous’ over has resulted in this. You’ve caused this to befall so many people.  How does that feel  Ladybug? That, because of you, so many of us can slip right back? ❞

                      ❝ You’ve brought this upon yourself. You and Chat Noir both. ❞

‘’If you t h i n k you can get away with ANY of this, you’re wrong.’’

send me ‘ ♣︎ ‘ and i’ll generate a number between                 1 - 110 for what my muse will say to yours.

❀ - “How pathetic...” He laughed, staring at the blond in front of him. “You always were weak...” Lips curled up into a wicked grin as he ripped his chidori hand out of Boruto’s chest. “Goodbye loser...”

Boruto was dead. And he killed him.

Sousuke was covered in blood at this point, but none of it was his. His eyes automatically shifted into a mangekyou sharingan. Grabbing onto his head he blinked a few times as he slowly snapped out of it for a moment. “What....” His eyes widened quickly at the sight of his dead friend on the ground. As he looked at the blood covered his hands he soon after let out a loud scream. What did he do?!

The boy could hardly breath but he ran anyways, tripping every so often. Tears streamed down his face in a panic he ran to the closest river, washing off all the blood he could get. Why did this happen? Why did he kill him? He could hardly remember anything. But for some reason he felt the urge to kill again.

As he held onto his head he let out heavy breath following by grunting. It hurt, why did his head hurt so bad? As he looked down in the water he noticed the change in his eyes which caused him to fall back with fear. No this wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want any of this. How was everyone going to act? No one would accept this, he couldn’t live in the village peaceful anymore.

The sound of the familiar voice made her turn and a smile took over her face. It wasn’t the one she gave her coworkers, it wasn’t the one she gave customers, it was the smile she only gave this man. Placing the books she was adding back into the library database as returned on her desk, she stood and walked over to the counter, arms coming to lie on it. She glanced around for a moment, other customers milling about, the other librarians on different floors. 

theforgottenrunner

She knew that what she was doing was a bad idea. She knew it could get her killed and that didn’t stop her one little bit. When she found out the news that her father not only killed people, but was also the leader of the Irish Mafia of Boston, an uncontrollable rage pushed its way through her body. Her father was the reason her mother was dead, her father was the reason she grew up with nannies, her father was the reason her social life was non-existent. He made sure to scar her enough that she didn’t trust anybody ever again.

Well, until Kyleigh that is. Kyleigh was the love of her life no matter what she felt for her father. That one little light that didn’t extinguish Bridget’s own no matter what she did. She knew if she didn’t have the other woman, there would be no holding her back from taking out more than just the bad men that worked with Quinlan McIntyre. Bridget had been hunting her father, using his men to get information to find him and put this all to rest once and for all. 

That particular night was a rough one, she almost didn’t get out alive, but she wouldn’t tell Kyleigh that. Thankfully the only blood on her was from that around her wrists from where she had been tied up, but that hadn’t lasted very long either. Walking into the apartment silently, she didn’t say anything to her lover, just put the knife and gun she carried down on the table. Both needed to be clean, the blood on the knife dried along with the left-over powder inside the gun barrel.