The door leading to Y/n’s room silently opened, revealing a small teen, who only was about half the height of the door, equipped with an oversized navy-blue hoodie and black jogging bottoms. The hoodie and vermillion hair obscured her face as she slowly crept towards the latter.
As the younger of the two navigated her way through the dark and decrepit room, Y/n’s gaze stuck firmly on the once orange haired teen. “I thought..... I thought you were dead....” he paused, unsure how to continue after mentally betraying the figure in front of him.
“Did Derrick let you leave? No... It’s not like him to leave loose ends... You must have dealt with him somehow... Did you incapacitate him?” he blurted out, his ramblings becoming faster and faster.
The small teen grew near, her features now visible to the the boy, who started to weep after seeing her countenance. A lucid smile was aimed towards Y/n. The girl was smiling. Smiling after all she’d gone through.
Most of her face, except for her right eye and mouth were bandaged up, blood breaking free from it’s captor staining them red. The same was true for the rest of her body that he could see, hands, ankles, all covered in a plethora of red gauze. A circular patch of white material remained, in the place her left eye used to be.
The small teen grew close to the boy, who further shrivelled up into the corner of his bed in response, he felt immense guilt for forsaking her. He really gave up on her. It was painfully clear that the so called “torture” that he’d been going through was not even comparable to what had been forced upon her.
A squeaky noise erupted from the bed as the small figure climbed onto his bed on advancing towards the tall teen. Red blotches were left in her wake as she reached towards him, enveloping him in a heart wrenching embrace.
“It’s alright now Y/n... I’m here... I can protect you from that whore...” she paused, looking up towards the male to gauge his reaction, “I’ve dealt with Derrick. He won’t be bothering us anymore. Next up is that... bitch....” she calmly stated, her teeth grinding with anger at the last word.
Y/n attempted to speak to the girl, respond, say anything, but was unable. How could he? The girl he’d forsaken had chosen to seek him out over immediate life saving care and had even promised to keep him safe! After all she’d been through, the only thought on her mind was to protect him? Not a word of blame about the pain she had suffered due to his corrupt friend.
“Dealt with him?” he mumbled, having already known the answer to his question. “He’s dead. I killed him. I even stabbed his eye as he died, as he did to me!” she giggled whilst speaking, just recalling the moment had made her giddy with joy, a buzzing feeling enveloping her mind. The feeling... It was so addicting to the girl.
‘I want to feel it again and again’ determinedly concluded the weak and horribly damaged girl. As Y/n surveyed her current appearance, he saw not a shred of the naïve girl she’d once been. A wide maniacal grin present on her countenance, the black pupil of her singular orb constantly shaking to and fro.
“I hear that... that bitch... forced you to do some unpleasant things...” she paused, avoiding direct eye contact with the boy, a blush hidden by the bloody rags on her face appearing, “I could make you... forget... about the experience... Only if you’d want of course! I wouldn’t dare think about forcing you like that whore did!” she bashfully offered.′
‘She’s not the same Chloe I used to know... The look on her face when she mentioned Derrick’s death and the pain she inflicted upon him before his demise... that look... It frightens me.’ he quickly analysed.
Seeing the hesitation present on Y/n’s face, the small teen recoiled in shock, as if she’d never imagined that the boy would possibly reject her offer. Quickly recovering from her state of temporary paralysis, she hurriedly spoke, “That was stupid of me for suggesting that! Sorry, of course you’d want to recover from these past two days...”
“For now, let’s focus on how we are going to deal with that slut ... Do you normally meet her somewhere?” she queried.
Y/n’s expression darkened remembering his experience with the girl for the past two days before speaking, his voice quivering slightly, “She normally orders me to meet her at a park close to her house at around 6ish...” he replied.
“6ish? Would It be possible to postpone that until 8 or later? Just say you have an important family gathering that you can’t miss!” The bandaged girl excitedly suggested.
The boy replied, slightly manipulating the truth, “I’ve already tried to do that... Last time she threatened me with your life If I didn’t find a way out of the gathering...“. Hearing this Chloe’s expression turned sour, ‘Threatening him with my life huh. I’ll make you regret ever laying your grimy mutts on his perfect skin.’ she thought, raring to do some damage.
“Alright, new plan. Meet her at 6pm at the usual place. When you enter a busy street, make a break for it down an isolated alleyway. Hopefully she will follow you, and when she does I’ll trap her in from behind and deal with her. That way she won’t be able to escape nor scream for help over the loud noises coming from the streets! I’ve outdone myself with this one Y/n!” Chloe schemed, making stabbing gestures at the air, as if practicing for the real thing.
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Y/n had resolved himself to turn away when Chloe was “dealing with her”. He was sure by the gestures she was making that It would definitely not be a pleasant sight to see.
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The sun was no where to be seen, obscured by the multitude of high rise buildings that surrounded their current location. The sky was turning dark and 6 o’clock was about to come about. Y/n anxiously waited on a swing in the park, trying to calm his nerves.
‘I’m about to become a murderer’s accomplice! How can I possibly be calm!’ he freaked out from within.
A figure had appeared within his peripheral vision. A figure which just a glance of them could make him feel sick in the stomach. Purple hair swung left and right as an averaged sized teen gingerly skipped towards her Y/n.
The last two days had made Natasha feel as though she was on cloud nine; The person she’d wanted for so long was finally at her beck and call! Although she had to resort to physical abuse and blackmail to obtain what she desired, that was but a small bump along the road of love! Of course it wasn’t going to be as easy as just confessing to him and receiving a positive reply back!
As the sight of the anxious tall teen filled the purple haired girl’s vision, she hastily charged towards him, enveloping him in a sickening embrace.
“Ah, this feeling~! I’ve been waiting for this all day~!” she sighed in a sign song fashion. “I bet you’ve been waiting for this moment all day, haven’t you my dearest!” she added in a repulsively sweet tone.
Silence enveloped the two as no response was garnered from Y/n. He avoided looking at the girl, causing her to pull his chin towards her and force a rough and unpleasant kiss, the boy’s face scrunching up in disgust. “Answer me when I talk to you Y/n.” she demanded, winding back her arm, backhanding the boy, a smirk of pure satisfaction widespread upon her countenance.
The now cowering boy responded with a nod before Natasha prompted for them move on towards her abode. Entering the busy street as planned, Y/n looked for an isolated alleyway before dashing towards it, causing the purple haired teen to run, albeit at a slower pace than her male counterpart, after the boy.
Running through the maze like alleyways, Y/n reached a dead-end, deeming it to be sufficiently far away enough from the main street for help to come for the purple haired girl that caught up to him a few seconds later, heavily breathing, a scowl equipped upon her features.
“Now what did you go and do that for?” she furiously questioned, moving towards the teen, once again winding up her hand to go in for another slap.
A whistling sound erupted from behind the girl as a small combat knife soared through the air, lodging itself in the girl’s waist, eliciting a loud howl of pain that was sure to alert anyone nearby, stopping her attempts to hit Y/n.
Unfortunately for the purple haired teen, nobody with good intentions would come to save her. Although, the shrill shriek did cause a singular person, who had been strolling through the alleyways as if they owned them, to head towards their direction.
The purple haired girl pulled out the knife and clutched her wound, looking behind her to see who had thrown the sharp object. A small unidentifiable person covered in bandages and a large navy hoodie madly sprinted towards the girl, quickly entering close quarters.
Natasha attempted to slash the assailant, but unfortunately her sloppy attempt was ducked under by the stranger causing her arm to be grasped under the attacker’s armpit and a right hook wrapped in red gauze to fly towards her face, making direct contact.
Blood was spat out by the girl as her head was launched backwards, her body staying in the same position due to her arm being held. A sharp cry of pain was cut short as the person pushed her to the ground and straddled her, launching many more fists.
Chloe, who at this point had became obsessed with beating the ever living shit out of the girl, could no longer hear the voice of Y/n who warned the girl about another stranger slowly walking towards the two.
As a last resort, the purple haired girl, blood soaked combat knife in hand, attempted to lodge the sharp weapon in her assailant’s stomach. Enveloped in a bloody frenzy, the vermillion haired girl had completely forgotten about the knife that she had left in Natasha’s hand.
Clang! A loud metallic sound caused Chloe to snap out of her intense blood-lust-filled state, looking towards the source of the distraction to see that the combat knife once held her victims hand was now lying ten metres in front of the two, a few meters away from another shining blade.
Looking down towards the destroyed face of the girl, who had two bruised eyes, a very broken nose, broken teeth and a multitude of black bruises on her face, Chloe smiled with satisfaction before breaking out in a fit of laughter at the sight of the girl who she’d beaten half to death.
“Ha.. hahaha... hahaHAhaha... serves you right, you fucking whore! This should teach you to never touch my Y/n again!” she shrieked with joy, the stranger looking on in awe. Y/n had a scared look upon his face, wondering to himself how the fragile girl he used to know had became a psychopathic murderer seemingly obsessed with himself.
After the vermillion hair coloured girl ceased laughing, she stood and, with all the force her tiny body could muster, slammed her foot onto the opposing girl’s face.
Crack!
The sound of someone clapping sounded out behind the girl, diverting her attention from the beaten girl to another stranger who wore formal attire.
Short cut radiant blonde hair covered by a velvet black fedora, aqua blue eyes which contained a dull glimmer of cruelty, equipped in a pristinely white T-shirt with a black waist jacket and matt black trousers, two shining throwing knifes in his left hand.
Unfazed by the bloody mess in front of him, he commended Chloe for her work, “It’s been quite a long time since I’ve seen someone as... tenacious... as you! Looks like you caught quite the big fish! If I’m not mistaken, isn’t that the Chief of the police station’s daughter you’ve currently put one foot into their grave?” he paused, a grin erupting upon his countenance.
“I’ll tell ya what, If I take care of miss purple hair here and ensure the Chief never finds out that It was you guys that did it, come work for me if ya ever in need of protection! Not that ya would need it.” he roared with laughter as an orange orb stared suspiciously at the stranger.
Silence erupted from within the alleyway, causing the man to walk closer to the body, hoisting the bloodied body over his shoulder, ruining his perfectly clean outfit. “Little lass, I’ll take ya silence that ya agree with my proposition! Fantastic” he dug into his trousers’ back pocket before throwing a white cardboard business card towards the girl.
As the man joyfully strolled out of the alleyway, Chloe walked over to the now red blood soaked business card.
The contents read as such:
Epsilon Maxwell
Leader of the “Prideful Lion” Gang
Mobile: 09893742092