#i couldn't think of what to replace the blood in spike's expression with

[sud-scribbles]

another batch that I had a lot of fun with, I try to keep these quick when I draw/color them but I spent a little extra time here!

[listofwhyyouloveher]

California Dreamin' p1

Synopsis: You're the owner of a coffee shop and Rusty James cuts through your town to see the beach

Summary: There's a strange man standing on the beach you walk along

Warnings: mentions of heroin usage, mentions of absent family, mentions of death

It had been 2 months since The Motorcycle Boy was shot and killed. Rusty was floored, there was no respect, no justice, so he took off.

"To California," he remembered telling Steve that night MCB came back. His eyes were blurry from pain and his hands were painted in dried and cracking blood, but in his mind he could see California clearly. The beach, chicks in bikinis, benign parties that would grow on him like tumors. But now, as he stood on the beach, there was no one. The world had a filter of grey and white, Rusty James was no longer the Rusty James he had once been. He'd abandoned the lifestyle, only the scars and his brothers motorcycle to tell for it.

Of course, you had no clue about any of that man's woe, slowly trekking through the damp sand as you did every morning. You followed the coastline like a compass, finding it a good way to ground yourself, especially because of all the stress you endure.

Your mother passed recently and your Dad works out of state so you had to manage the family coffee shop by yourself. Nevertheless, you persisted, if not for yourself but to preserve your mom's legacy.

Your Dad was never all there, always absentminded and dazed, as if he were in a fishbowl. You chalked it up to the tiny circular scars on the inside of his arm and the syringes he littered throughout the house when he came home. Over time, especially after your mom passed, his visits became less frequent. To compensate, he would send envelopes filled with a thick wad of cash, like he could pay to replace the hole in your heart.

The waves crashed at your feet and you realized you had stopped walking. You sighed before pulling your long white skirt up and continued walking.

"Not a lot of people on this beach," a voice called, you looked up. There was a boy, no, a man. He had spiked hair that was unkempt and a motorcycle by his side.

Something about him confused you, he looked to be your age and had a look of childlike wonder in his eyes but his expression was firm, like someone who had seen too much to be innocent anymore. You scanned him over, he was staring directly at the sun but never squinted and he didn't appear to be a local.

"There never usually are," you replied and his lips quirked up in a tiny smile. Maybe it's because he never expected a response.

"It's a beautiful beach, why's that," He asked, his voice steeping into your soul like tea leaves. He made no more towards you, like he was exhausted but he was still smiling and his eyes were almost joyful.

"Small town, a beach like this gets old quick," you pressed your hand against your forehead like a visor from the sun. You could make out small scars and cuts and one big scar hidden under his shirt but poking out still.

"But you're here?" He quirked his head slightly and you couldn't help but smile.

"I like routine, and this beach is on my way to work," you couldn't see why you were telling this man all this information but you had a yearning to. Like he could take these words about you and create something more than what you were.

"Where do you work?"

"Coffe shop down the corner, only one in town." You replied. He gave you a squint but there was no malice in his eyes.

"Must be busy, you work part time?" There was no way to tell what he was thinking, his face was closed.

"No, own it."

"Really, you're a little young," he said, despite his own young face.

"You're a little young too, you're about my age," he raised his eyebrows in shock that you could discern that.

"Never caught your name." He smiled, showing a little teeth. It was a cute smile, but you could tell he didn't do it often.

"Y/n, and yours?"

"Rusty-James."

[cyandelightz]

If there were ever a time to be a telepath, now would be it. What's on her mind right now would take her new companion's breath away. It's a good thing he's not bothered by that kind of thing, isn't it.

More pointedly, there is nothing more he wants to hear than 'good boy' from a pretty girl with long, dark hair and a sadistic streak a mile wide. But she doesn't need to spare those words for him to get the blood flowing to his face.

There's a very faint sputter from his throat as his lips hang slightly agape, after she asks him that, the saccharine quality of her voice contrasting with what she's actually saying. Oh, God. He'd stopped praying two decades ago, over a rage against the heavens for the injustice of a parting that took place a lifetime too early, but the words pop into his mind.

Blinking a few times to clear his head - he does need to speak to actually meet her request, and the idea that he wouldn't do practically anything she asked right now is a very stupid one - he thinks back to the event.

"He'd actually grabbed me, trying to get leverage. Shoved me into his arm stump. The problem is, he's very short - I think he's a few inches shorter than you. Normally, I wouldn't be able to get these shoulder spikes -" They're more like shoulder daggers, really - "anywhere near him… But he threw that all away."

A sick smile creeps onto his face. It's one Giselle would find familiar and relatable, almost assuredly.

"All I needed to do was heft him up on my shoulders for a second. I don't know the extent of the damage, but I know he was on the ground after that, couldn't get himself back up. Might have ruptured something important..." He lets the words hang for a moment, before his expression sours. "Frankly, I wouldn't mind if he died there after I left - because you know what he did next? Do you know where that scum fucking hit me, Giselle?" The smile is gone. Replaced with a scowl. He'd had to crouch down a bit to get closer to her hand to paint the nails on it properly. He straightens up a little bit, and then proceeds to gesture relatively quickly to his groin.

"He's just like his father." Thinking about it, and talking about it aloud with a friend, he's starting to make up his mind about things. "No amount of suffering I'd caused the man made him learn anything. Frankly, now I just want him gone. It's practically a moral imperative, if he's still like this. It'd pretty much be self defense."

He takes a deep breath through his nose. And slowly, the smile creeps back onto his face.

"You know, I was unarmed for that encounter, but I'd actually come over with good news." He stands up, and retrieves something from his hip. Oh - A sharp blade…

"I found my sword in my room this morning. Like I'd never lost it." The implication here is clear, and most likely delightful - 'I can better protect you now.'

What a sucker.

she had been a bit of a hypocrite, admittedly. nothing about her life or the way she operated was neat. she was quite messy as a person, even more so when it came to using her abilities. there was nothing clean about the spray of blood, the warmth and stickiness of it, the way one had to clean it up quickly before it stained. having to hurt herself just to use her powers...it really lent itself to a massive mess.

but--! Gigi would always call other people out, just to see them squirm a little.

such was the case here, where she watches intently as the thick-fingered Buzzo carefully paints her left hand. it's not as good as Meni might have done, but she can't fault him for it. after all, he'd done as she'd instructed. good boy.

as Giselle inspects her nails a bit closer, she does her best to pay attention, eyes flicking from nail bed to Buzzo periodically. ah, yes...she did remember their harrowing conversation when they first met. it was what made her realize she had made a great choice in companion, after all.

"Ohh~?"

"So he attacked you even though you'd seen him die before? Ballsy--! What did you do about it, then? Did you kill him?"

a pause. if he had been willing to let him go in the first place, she's not sure about that. but if he had...oh, she would really like to know the details.

"Please tell me you killed him ♡"

[sakusasbunny]

𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬.

this fic is inspired by the amazing artwork of @xzatanna !! this is also in collaboration w @ali-seu and @azo-musxas who made fics for kita and oikawa so go check it out <3

collab m.list

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

cw: dub/non-con, degradation, dacryphilia, face-fucking, 

wc: ~3.6 k

a/n: maybe a p. 2 of the aftermath of the race against seijoh and inarizaki >:))

m.list

The crowd started to surround Kuroo’s car as he drifted to a stop, leaving tire marks on the concrete floor of the parking garage. Roaring chants of his name echoed through the streets as the mob cheered Kuroo for yet another win. His spiked black hair peeked out as he opened the car door and made his way out. You wanted nothing more than to slap the shit-eating grin on his face as the adoring crowd rushed around him. The jackass had ruined the hours of work you'd poured into your car, and it hadn't even been five fucking minutes.

Scoffing, you pushed yourself off of the hood of your car, squeezing past the swarm of sweaty bodies, “Hey. What the fuck, Kuroo.”

He smirked as soon as he saw your approaching figure. Closing his car door, he walked to the front and clasped the headlights, swinging his hips onto the hood of the car. Metal rings clicked against the polished surface as he leaned back on his hands, cocking his head towards your pissed expression.

 “What’s the matter, darlin’?” He shamelessly eyed your body as you walked up, his tongue playing with his silver lip piercing, “You’re not gonna congratulate me? I won ‘cause of your car, you know.”

“Congratulate you? For what, wrecking my fucking car?” 

You stood directly in front of him now, so close that you felt his breath fan your face as he let out a low chuckle.

“That’s just the price of winning, I don’t see anything wrong with that.” Curling a finger around your belt loop, he yanked you forward, grinning as you stumbled in between his open legs

“Besides…” The hand previously on your belt loop trailed up to your waist. “That’s more money coming in your pocket, right?” He whispered, lips grazing your ear. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks and your face flushed, suddenly hyper aware of the murmuring crowd watching the scene unfold.

You watched Kuroo as he reached out for one of the members of the Nekoma Crew to hand him a portion of his winnings. Turning his head back towards you, he made a show of counting the gleaming cash

“‘S all in here, sweetheart.” he said, holding the wad of cash in between his fingers.

You made a move to grab it but he pulled his hand away. Kuroo grinned at the annoyance crinkling your features. His hand slid around your waist reaching for your back pocket, placing the money inside but not before giving your ass a slight squeeze. You jumped and instinctively hit him on the chest. As mad and as embarrassed as you were, you couldn’t help but notice how hard his chest felt underneath your palm. Chastising yourself at the thought, you tried to pull yourself away from him to make your leave. However, his hand kept you in place against his chest, gripping even harder.

“Kuroo. Let me go.” An amused look graced his annoyingly handsome face, the neon lights only highlighting his features.

“Don’t get all embarrassed now, darling, come on,” His nails dug into your wrists, the same one you used to hit him with, “You don’t like people watching?” He looked to the crowd, rousing a laugh.

“I got what I came for, Drift King.” You had to look up at him to even meet his eyes but you held your ground. “Don’t bother dropping off the car at my shop. You can find someone else to fix it.”

With that, he let your hand go with an uncharacteristic look of seriousness on his face as he stared you down. You cowered from his intense glare as you let out a stuttering breath, backing away to head for the comfort of your car.

Opening your car door, you ducked your head and sat down on the plush leather seats. An exasperated sigh left your lips as you leaned your head on the wheel. The slick growing in between your legs dripped down, soaking your panties. You squeezed your thighs together to get even a little bit of relief, the friction already making you whimper.

As much as you felt contempt for the arrogant racer, you couldn’t ignore the way your pussy clenched as he took his domineering tone with you. All you could think about was the look he had on his face as you told him off. The usual smug look on his face was replaced with hard, piercing eyes and a scowl. Your breath grew heavy as you recalled his intimidating gaze on you, following your figure even as you took your leave. Fuck. You hadn’t noticed the way your hips started to buck against the seat and the soft moans that had slipped out of your mouth.You had almost forgotten where you were. 

Thank God for tinted car windows. 

Huffing in annoyance, you started your car and pulled out of the parking garage. The neon lights of the city passed you by in a blur as you sped through the streets of Tokyo, trying to make it back to your shop as quickly as possible. The revving of your car engine didn’t make your situation any better as you felt the vibrations on your cunt. The soft purring sensation tickled your exposed legs and drew goosebumps onto your thigh. 

Your foot pressed harder on the gas as you raced to get home cutting off multiple cars and hearing horns honk in the distance. 

As you approached the front of your shop, you noticed a light glowing beneath the garage door. Had you left it open? You were sure you had locked up just before you left to watch the race. You slowly made your way towards the front door and unlocked it. A pit formed in your stomach afraid of what might greet you on the other side. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you prepared to open the door as you positioned your keys in between your fingers to make a make-shift weapon.

Pushing the door slightly open, you poked your head through. You didn’t notice anything else strange in the hallway leading to your garage. Taking a breath of relief, you relaxed your tense shoulders. It was just an oversight on your part.

 You made your way past the dark hallway and entered your garage. Immediately, you took notice of the busted up Mustang Fastback, your Mustang Fastback. It’s red paint was tattered where the car was dented. You slammed your keys on the table by the door and closed your eyes in frustration.

“K-”

A hand grabbed you by the back of the neck and slammed you on the wall. You groaned as your head throbbed from the impact. 

“You asshole. What the fuck is wrong with you?” You struggled to free yourself from him but his hard chest pinned you to the wall. You couldn't even turn your head to look behind you as his hand gripped the back of your neck.

“What’s wrong with me? Hmm? My favorite mechanic just dumped me in front of everyone without fixing her car. What, you don’t want it back?

He pressed against you ever harder now, putting all of his weight on you. Kuroo’s hot breath fanned on your neck as he leaned his forehead against your temple.

“K-keep it.” You struggled speaking as your cheek scraped the wall.

“Nah, darlin’,” He whispered, you felt the cold metal of his lip ring graze your ear, “I’d rather keep you.”

“Oh, like you fucking own me?” You spat, thrashing against his hold in an attempt to free yourself.

“Of course, I do, sweetheart.” You felt the rumble reverberate in his chest as he laughed.

“You feel that, hm?” He dug his fingers in your hips as he grinded against your back. You could feel his hard cock straining against his jeans, “Fuck, darlin’, this is all because of that lil’ stunt you pulled,” He pressed even harder.

“P-please, Kuroo, don’t-” Tears started to prick your eyes and you clawed at the wall in a futile attempt to get away from him.

“C’mon, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet,” He chuckled. 

Kuroo loosened his grip on you as he flipped you over, once again shoving you into the wall. He cupped your cheek and gestured you to look at him, “Get on your knees, darlin’”

Staring at him, eyes wide, you were speechless at his request.

Kuroo slammed a fist on the wall right next to your head, making you jump. Clenching your eyes shut, the tears rolled down your face as you whimpered.

“Are you that fucking stupid that you can’t follow a god damn order?” The hand that cupped your cheek brushed the stray tears away from your face. It was almost soothing, the way his thumb rubbed soft circles on your cheek. You leaned into his touch. 

“I’m not asking. Get on your knees.” You made a move to kneel down on the floor as he backed away and gave you space. You could’ve made a run for it, you should have made a run for it, but his intimidating gaze kept you cemented. Looking up at him, you awaited his next command. 

He smirked, looking down at your tear-stained face, “You know what to do, darlin’” 

Hesitating, you made quick work of his belt. As you pulled his pants down, along with his underwear, he cock sprang out, freed from its confines.

You stared at it dumbly.

“Well? The fuck are you waiting for? Suck.” He said as he palmed the back of your head and encouraged you to put your mouth on him.

Kuroo hissed as you placed a hand at the base of his cock and gave it a slight squeeze. Moving yourself towards his cock, you started giving his head tiny kitten licks before placing the tip on your mouth and sucking.

Bobbing your head up and down, you started at a slow pace taking him in deeper in your mouth each time. Whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you took care off with your hands, pumping his base. However, this was not enough for him as he used his fingers to grip at your hair, keeping you steady.

He bucked his hips particularly hard and you choked, gagging around him. Kuroo only moaned in pleasure as your throat constricted even tighter around his shaft. Nails clawed at his thigh, and you tapped him twice signaling you were at your limit. As he let you go, you took desperate breaths of fresh air, and leaned forward with both your hands on the floor. 

“You fucking asshole. I hate you…” You whispered meekly.

You thought you had said quietly enough that he couldn’t hear you but his large hand took hold of your hair and yanked you back, forcing you to make eye contact. 

“You hate me?” Whimpering at his grip on your hair, you could only shake your head ‘no’, “Well don’t change your mind now, sweetheart.”

Letting your hair go, he bent down, and scooped you up from the floor. He hooked your legs around his hips, and placed his hands, slightly slipping into your shorts, on your ass. Instinctively, your arms tightened around him, burying your head in his neck.

His chest let out another deep rumble, chuckling at your reaction. Kuroo started walking, taking you with him. Making it to his destination, he placed you down on a cool, uneven, metal surface and it only took you a second to guess that it was your car. You removed your hand from his neck and placed them on the jagged exterior of the car unsure of what to do. Clenching your fists, you cowered at his icy stare. 

You felt his cat-like eyes move across your body, surveying the sight in front of him.

“If you hate me so much then what the hell is this?” You made an attempt to clamp your legs as he ran a finger across your clothed slit, visibly wet with your arousal. However, his legs, in between your own, kept you from closing them.

It was only then you realized how uncomfortably wet you’d gotten. His finger, repeating the same movements over and over, only spurred you on even more. Biting your cheeks to hold in your moans, your legs trembled against his own. 

Kuroo stopped his movements on your clit and a whimper slipped out at the loss of friction, “If you want me to continue…” He brought his hands to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his smoldering stare. His usual hazel eyes appeared dark and predatory as he studied you with unwavering attention, “Give me a kiss.”

“I-” 

“Come on, darlin’, give me a kiss.” 

Letting out a breath, you leaned into his face. Hesitation was apparent in your movements as you gave him a chaste peck on the lips.

“You can do better than that. Try again.” A hand found itself on your thigh and he squeezed at the soft flesh prompting a sharp inhale.

You leaned in once again, eyes fluttering shut as your lips met his own. Interlocking in an exchange of saliva as you parted your lips, inviting his prodding tongue. Clutching on to his shirt, you effectively deepened the kiss as you pushed him closer. Soft exhales could be heard in quick attempts to catch your breath at the intensity of his kiss. 

He pulled away, only a trail of saliva connected your swollen lips.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” A wave of embarrassment washed over you at his condescending tone, “And now you get a reward.”

His large hands pushed you down until you were laying on the hood of the car. Staring at the ceiling, you breathed heavily, knowing what was to come. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying this as much as you were, but you couldn’t keep your walls from clenching around nothing at the feeling of his hot breath on the junction of your thighs. 

“Mmm… Fuck.” You heard him curse through clenched teeth as he buried his nose in your clothed pussy. His eyes stared at your writhing body from his position on the floor. Your back arched slowly as a slew of moans filtered from your soft lips.

Leisurely, Kuroo peeled the shorts off from your legs, savoring every moment. The black lingerie adoring your pussy was soaked through completely, some even dripping down on your thigh. 

He trailed kisses up your leg, leaving hickeys in his wake. The sensation of his wet lips leading to your wanton pussy only made you buck your hips in search of more friction. 

“Patience, darlin’” Kuroo reminded you as he gripped the legs hooked over his shoulder, and kept you from moving.

His tantalizing fingers ran across the hem of your underwear, pushing the thin material aside. The cool air of the garage hit your exposed cunt and he watched in awe as it trembled before him. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” He said, astonished at your glistening pussy.

A moan tore through your throat as Kuroo delved into your pussy without warning. Hands found themselves roaming through his spiky hair and you pushed him closer against you reveling in his long awaited touches.

His tongue lapped up your folds, collecting the slick that had accumulated and circling it around your clit. Jolts of pleasure shocked your body as Kuroo continued playing with the small bundle of nerves. One of his hands found its way at your entrance, prodding at the quivering hole.

“H-hahhh… Please Kuroo, I can’t-” You bucked your hips again, encouraging his finger to move.

You didn’t receive a response but his pointer finger plunged in your pussy, and curled as he tried to locate your g-spot. The meticulous movements of his finger made it easy for him to find the spongy spot inside you, taking the loud cry that escaped your lips as a signal that he had found it.

As Kuroo loosened the walls of your pussy with his finger, his mouth continued its work, lips closing around your clit and sucking hard.

He added another finger and you couldn’t help the way your hips thrashed at the sensation of being full, “Fuck, I-I’m so close,” You moaned for him as he repeated his movements. The knot in your stomach tightened, and tightened, until finally it snapped. White, hot pleasure blinded you and you screwed your eyes shut. The strained moan you let out echoed in your massive garage, hips continuing to buck into Kuroo’s mouth.

He slowed his movements, working you through your orgasm. The wails of his name slipping out your mouth kept ringing in his ears, the strain in his jeans only growing tighter. 

As you calmed down from your high, your legs trembled against his shoulders. You watched him get up from the floor, your cum that coated his mouth and chin reflected the harsh light of the garage. 

Kuroo smirked at the state your body was currently in, taking in the way your legs continued to quiver and shake. He grabbed your arm and pulled your limp body up, no longer having the strength to struggle against him. You leaned your head on his chest, tired due to the dizzying aftermath of your orgasm. The only thing you could pay attention to was the rhythmic rise and fall of Kuroo’s chest as he breathed. It was enough to lull you into a deep sleep, you even felt your eyes growing heavy.

However, the sharp pain you felt as Kuroo began piercing the head of his thick cock in your hole jolted you awake. 

You clawed at his chest, wincing at the pain, “W-wait Kuroo, I can’t. I just ca-”

He slams you against the hood of your car, you were sure it was hard enough to cause another dent.

“What, you get to cum but I don’t, huh?” He slammed his hips against yours giving you no time to adjust before he pulled out and repeated the movement. You could only scream in pain. Even after he stretched you with his fingers and after all the slick that you had accumulated throughout the night, you still couldn’t take all of him.

 “You’re gonna take my cock, whether you like it or not, slut” He whispered in your ear.

Slowly, he rocked hips into yours going deeper with each thrust. Your throat grew hoarse from crying out at the pain, tears spilling from your eyes. Drool trickled from the corner of your lips as your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

Propelling his body forward, he leaned all of his weight against you as he bottomed out. You groaned in ecstasy, or was it discomfort you had felt?

No longer did you have control of your body as the pain faded into pleasure.

Kuroo grunted as your velvety walls sucked him in. He’d been waiting to fuck you for so long, often having been the subject of his imagination as he rutted his cock into his fist. But this was real, even better than he could have imagined. The pulsing walls clenching around him were so tight that it was almost hard to move. 

A cacophony of obscene sounds reverberated throughout  the room as you had both been lost in your own pleasure. The angle he was pistoning his cock continued to ram against the most pleasurable spots inside of you, making you flutter around him. You were approaching your high again. The both of you were. 

“H-hahh~ Fuck, fuck, fuck. ‘M so close!” You squeezed your eyes shut, and arched your back.

“Yeah, darlin’?” He said through his own heavy pants. Only slowing down a little bit, he shoved his thumb in your mouth. Too eagerly, you sucked on it, twirling your tongue around his thumb. When Kuroo decided that it was wet enough, he slipped it out your mouth and began rubbing your clit.

“God~” Your pussy clenched around him and you dug your nails in his forearm. Pleasure shot through you as you creamed on his cock, gripping your walls tighter around him.

Kuroo chased his own orgasm he continued to slam into you, movements becoming erratic. He was unrelenting as he brutally fucked your abused cunt. 

He let out a deep growl that rumbled in his chest, “‘M gonna cum so fucking deep inside ya, darlin’,” Gripping your waist, he bucked his hips one last time, kissing your cervix, as he spilled his heavy load inside you. 

Both of your breaths could be heard as you panted heavily. He pulled out of your pussy and you could feel the viscous liquid dribble out of your hole and onto the car. 

Your vision blurred as you were teetering on the verge of unconsciousness. The last thing you remember before everything went dark was Kuroo leaning over you waving a thick wad of cash in your face, all hundred dollar bills from what you could make out. He slipped it in the thin band of your lingerie.

“This should make up for all of the damages to your car,” He whispered in your ear, “I’ll need it again for the race against Seijoh and Inarizaki in a couple days, so make sure you have it fixed.”

“Oh and remember,” You could only stare at him with glassy eyes, as he said his parting words, “I own you, whore.”

[artsyxloner]

Not just a Monster

Warning: Violence, blood, death, angst

28: Remember Me

The room darkened as the gaping hole in the Ceiling gave a perfect view of the sun as the moon moved covered it. Defying the fire that illuminated over Hyun-Su's body.

As he laid on the floor grunting pain the spikes Emerging from his arm shot out longer. As more blood came up with it boiling like bubbles. He came upon his knees, back arching with his one hand trying to hold his self up.

His body jerked; moving all around in an unhumanly-like way the sight was disturbing and also saddening. I didn't know what to do? As I kept hearing him scream. The glass mirror was thrown off him shattering.

It was like he was trying to hold back at the last second but his arm had fully disappeared and was replaced with the spike-like wing for an arm. He was sitting up straight on his knees as he swung it up.

Eyes Turing black as Hyun-Su tried to get up stumbling over a little because of how much weight was on his right side. Half of his sweatshirt was hanging off him. Blood and sweat glistened off his body.

I tried to get up, it was a stupid idea wanting to help calm him down but I was kicked down. I hit my side feeling my skin pull from the back as I stiffened. It was his. The actual monster. He crouched Down granny face. " don't you dare and try Ruining this beautiful sight!!"

He squeezed my face Turing it to where Hyun-Su was. It was like his eyes were lifeless was he began to walk over towards us staggering. I gulped, in this state he's could just about kill anyone. So I think?

The boy let go of my face clapping in amusement. I ducked covering my head in a Fetal position as Hyun-Su swung his winged arms up smashing into the concrete column. Dusting and small bits of Debris fell on me.

As I heard it scrape against his monster arm. Peeking I saw that Hyun-Su monster arm had grabbed the boy. The spikes were all around him he was in a tight hold. It was like Hyun-Su was just staring at him with a blank expression on his face.

As black veins flowed from underneath his eyes. Head tilting a little. I soon enough got up and saw Ji-Soo running over with a glass bottle that was lit on fire. She was about to throw it at Hyun-Su before I quickly stopped her.

" Let go!"

" what are you doing?"

" He may kill us all!"

I shook my head, " —No! It's still Hyun-Su!" I brought her arm down, Turing my head back to him. I saw the boy's hand was raised as one of Hyun-Su spikes went through it. He stepped forward as it. The tip of it pocked at the guy's head and in a matter of minutes, his skin looked like it was melting.

More like Disintegrating falling to the floor, there was nothing left but gloops of his blood. Hyun-Su stumbled back with his arms swinging as he tried to keep his balance. Eun-Hyuk came rushing over with the cross but ready to shoot but I stopped him too.

" it's still Hyun-Su!!"

Coming over to us Hyun-Su's arm hit the ceiling making more dust, wires, and debris go everywhere I began to cough. The air was so polluted and hazy. I had to fan it away but it wouldn't help much.

Hyun-Su now saw us, his body trembled it was like he didn't recognize us. They want to attack him but I stuck my arms out. I made eye contact and began to walk towards him slowly. Taking a deep breath.

" Hyun-Su calm down."

I put my hands up, to show him I wasn't going to do anything. " it's okay." I stepped closer in a comforting way. He seemed to stop just Staring at me. His monster arm had gotten close to my hand.

It felt ragged like small splints sticking out of it and wet where his dirty blood was on it. I could see from here he was trying to hold back. From fighting me. When I got in front of him it was as if he was frowning like he was ashamed.

My heart swelled, " Hyun-Su I'm right here, it's okay." I raised on my feet and placed my hand on his cheek. Taking my thumb I grazed it over his eye, and under it too. I could hear his breathing starting to calm down.

I nodded my head. He had closed his eyes I could see them when turning back. But Soon there was claw marking sounds that could be heard against the floor. From the corner of my eye, I got a glimpse to see what it was.

I was shocked who I saw walking it was Mr. Han he was standing up on his two well... monster legs.

He desired to walk.

The noise must have startled Hyun-Su because he pushed me forcefully out of the way whipping around. His arm had grabbed ahold of Mr. Han He was pushed back into a wall. I could see the spike push through him pocking out from his back.

They stayed there, as Mr. Han was rubbing Hyun-Su's head. Saying it easy his Fault over and over again and more of those spikes went through him. It had gotten quiet as Mr. Han took his last breath slumping down.

Hyun-Su must have realized what happened because his monster arm began to draw-back his eyes going fully back to normal. As soon as it did he began to cry bursting into tears.

Laying his face on the now dead man's shoulders. I covered my mouth knowing how much Mr. Han meant to Hyun-Su I started to cry too. Soon he passed out in the man's arms.

I had slowly gotten up going over to Hyun-Su taking him from the old man. Sitting down I laid his head down on my lap. Sniffing a bit as I moved some of his bangs out of his eyes.

I don't know why but I put my forehead to his gripping my hand on his torn shirt. I could feel my tears dropping. It was a while as I sat like this he going to go through so much when he wakes up. I don't know how he'll handle it. But I'll be there for him.

Soon he began to stir, I lifted my head from his. When his eyes fluttered open he looked up and me. I gave a forced smile that quickly turned into a sad, frown.

The room began to brighten.

He sat up as his eyes drifted to Mr. Han. He stared at him like get was remembering something. A tear had run down his cheek. " Who is he?" I froze did he not remember us?

I went to go place my hand on top of his but he moved it before I could. " why am I crying? My heart... is-breaking." His voice broke, as more tears began to fill his eyes.

As was mine, I guess we both had our Memories taken for different reasons I wasn't sure of. He turned to me again, I held my breath. " I guess you don't remember me do you?" I could feel my voice straining my throat tightening.

He shook his head, I had to hold back a sob, I was hoping at least he would. " I think I have to go." He had got up, he began to walk away I saw that his back was covered in dried up black blood and ash.

It was quiet, as I sat on the ground in disbelief thinking over everything we had been through together had gone down the drain. Gone!

Like our first encounter where I dressed his wounds, to where I stood up for him during the voting to taking his place a couple of times when they were making him risk himself to get supplies.

Defending him. Comforting him. And lastly when we kissed. It was perfect. I smiled sniffling more wiping my cheeks that were stained. Even the I love you was gone. I came to think this was both a curse and a blessing.

It was terrible that he couldn't remember me but it was also another chance for us to start over and began again. That was as if he would let me. Getting up I went the opposite way thinking over everything.

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