⚠︎⚠︎⚠︎           「   K͟I͟L͟L͟E͟R͟   」              𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ⠀

The year is new. Existence continues.

Looking for someone to take her out tonight. With a sniper.

ᅠ ᅠ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐨𝐧 ᅠ ᅠ

Oh to be an ethereal goddess swimming under the moon like a mermaid

Are you a toaster? Because I'd 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 to take a bath with you.

before her eyes flick to Tracker to gauge his reaction. It's late, too late for a social call. But, maybe this is normal in his world. "Is that expected?" '𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚' is what she really means.

"Anything hard, if you have it, please." Just enough to stop the tremors in her hands and loosen her spine. To steady. To function. She opens her mouth opens again but she's interrupted by rapping at the front door. Her hand automatically flies to her weapon, shoulders tense -

don't shoot."

away and raises her shaking hands either side of her head, elbows tucked in tightly. Her small figure appears at the top of the stairs and freezes, her eyes scanning the space around him. Calculating. For now, she knows she won't even make it one step before he fires. "Please-

night. For life. "I'm coming out," her voice breaks, barely loud enough to reach him, "Hold your fire." The old house creaks around them, each crack of old wood under her feet sounding like a gunshot. Her boots feel like they're filled with concrete. She tucks her knife -

small, too loud, too much. The nail of her thumb cutting into her index finger brought clarity again when she shifted her focus to the sting. She didn't want to kill again. Hell, she hadn't even wanted to kill the first one. There was enough blood on her hands for one -

hide either. Her only option was to go through him. Caught. Eyes sliding closed, she counted each breath the way she was taught. In. Hold. Out. Hold. In. It didn't ease the tremors in her hands like it usually did. Her blood roared in her ears, the room suddenly feeling too -

Police. 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑡. His voice punches the air from her lungs and settles like ice down her spine. To make matters worse he stood between her and freedom. The only available window was barred and the stairs led directly to the front door - right where he stood. She couldn't -

ᅠ ᅠ ★ ★ 𓈒 ❝ 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❞ 𓈒 ᅠ #𝐌𝐕𝐑𝐏 || #𝐎𝐂𝐑𝐏 || #𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐏

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Flying through the air is the plan. A Christmas fairy, so to speak.

The only thing I'm wrapping for christmas is my car around a tree.

eating like an animal. When finished, she set her knife and fork down and pushed the plate away. "That was... delicious, actually." She thanked him quietly, savouring the aftertastes, "Far better than the boiled rice and vegetables they dished out at the Manor."

Her legs swung after she hopped up onto the stool, crossed over at the ankles. She ate what was put in front of her and she ate quickly. No one could take it off her if she gulped it down. Still, she was quiet and polite when she ate. She believed in scarfing her food, not -

𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑑