i really, really, REALLY want a gang soap...
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Thread Topic: i really, really, REALLY want a gang soap...
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Mark took a step towards me and I glared at him. "Don't."
Kris looked at Matt. "We have to stay. For Mia."
I looked at Kris and smiled, then went back to glaring at Mark. Mark reached for my arm, and I jerked it away. "Don't touch me." Next thing I knew, Mark had my arm, and kissed me. The first thing I thought of? Biting his tongue - hard. "f---!!!" he yelled.
"Stay the f--- away from me," I kneed him in the nuts, and he screamed. I reached into my pocket, grabbing my knife. "Wanna try that again?" -
I clenched and unclenched my fists, resisting the urge to pull out my gun and shoot the guy 21 times in the head. The f---er... He just kissed Mia... That in itself was enough motive for me to murder the guy. He smirked, seeing my expression. He nodded towards me.
"That your lover boy over there, b----? He sure seems jealous...." he paused and glanced over at me again. "Hey, lover boy. Watch this." He pulled Mia to her with brute force, causing her to drop her knife. It clattered to the ground. He was all over her, forcing himself upon her. That's it, man. You're going down. I took out my gun and aimed it at Mark's chest. Look who's laughing now, b------.
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Matt shook his head. "Mia will be fine. It's you I'm worried about...." He looked at her pleadingly. "Let's. Go." -
Kris shook her head apologetically at Matt. "Babe, I can't. I'll be fine." Kris pulled a gun out of her pocket slightly, just to show Matt that she could protect herself.
f---. I forgot how strong he is. Mark's hands were holding my head to his, so I couldn't pull away. He stopped kissing me for just a second to whisper in my ear, "If you try anything, try pulling away, he's dead." Mark gestured at Mello. That son of a b----. I can't do anything without getting Mello killed. At this point, Mark and I are so close that if Mello tried shooting him, it would hit me too. -
Matt put his arm around Kris. "I'm not leaving you here. If you want to stay... I'll stay with you."
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The gun shook in my hand as I realized I would have to shoot Mia as well. I couldn't. I lowered it, biting my lip in concentration and anger. I rushed at Mark, slamming him to the ground. Now I pulled my gun, placing my foot firmly on his chest. "Hmm. I'll give you time to analyze the situation," I grumbled. -
Kris leaned on Matt. Mark... That b------ is killing her, I swear.
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Mark laughed. That b----... so this is her new boyfriend? "You in love with Mia or something? She's mine. I can show you the scar that proves it."
I glared at Mark. "Don't talk about the scar. It doesn't mean anything. It just means you have no problem with carving your name into your girlfriend's side. Too bad I'm your ex now. I really miss you passing me around like the gang's whore." Without thinking, my hand went to my side, where the scar was.
"It was your decision. You wanted a violent break-up, you got one." Mark said, pushing himself up from under Mello's foot. "I'm outta here, b----. If I see you with this... thing... again, I'll..." he laughed. -
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My eyebrows knit in fury. f---er... f--- him... Someday... He'll get what he deserves. I watched as he walked away, resisting the strong desire to shoot him. That would be cheating, I reminded myself smugly. There's no point in playing a game without a worthy opponent.
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Matt squeezed her hand, frantically glancing to and fro as they spoke. As soon as Mark was out of sight he let out a gasp of air, having not noticed that he'd been holding his breath for the duration of the confrontation. -
I covered my face with my hands. I shook my head and walked back insided, saying, "I need a second." I walked through the living room, to the kitchen.
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Kris looked at Matt. Tears were welling up in her eyes. "I feel so bad for Mia..." she whispered, burying her face in Matt's shoulder. -
I tucked my gun back into my pocket and stalked off after Mia. I approached the kitchen quietly, hesitating just out of her vision.
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"I know, love... I know..." He shook his head, an empathetic gesture, though he'd never truly know how Mia felt at this moment in time. For Matt had never been one to take up the dangerous actions of a gang, or even have connections that would require him to obtain knowledge about them. Mello was the only exception. And obviously, he'd discovered, that exception had outlived its time. -
I picked up a knife, staring at it. What if I just... I held the knife inches from my wrist, and closed my eyes. I brought the knife closer. The hand holding the knife was shaking. Just enough that right as I decided not to cut myself, my hand's shaking caused the blade to bite my skin. I let out a small cry of pain, dropping the knife. The cut was bigger than I thought. Blood poured from my wrist onto the floor. s---. I have to get paper towels or something... It's bleeding so much...
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Kris hugged Matt. "I hate seeing her so upset. It kills me." -
"MIA! GOD DAMN IT!" I ran in and grabbed her wrist. "s---, s---, s---, s---..." I placed my hand over the cut, slowing the bleeding a bit. More blood seeped through between my fingers and trickled down my arm, dripping to the floor. Splat. Splat. Splat. It fell rhythmically, each time leaving more dark red on the white tile.
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"Hmmm. I know. Now you know why I don't ever come around here. Wherever I go, somehow bad luck follows." -
I looked at Mello in pain. His hand on the cut made it sting. f---... I'm such an idiot. Why did I even think about... ugh. I reached for paper towels on the counter. "Go to the sink. So the blood won't get everywhere, it'll just go down the drain." Saying that felt so weird... It was just... wrong.
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"That's not true. It was good luck finding you." Kris kissed Matt. -
I led Mia to the sink, loosening my grip on her wrist. "Was I hurting you?" I asked, realizing that she was grimacing before I let go.
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Matt kissed back, grinning stupidly. "Careful," he teased. "You could get me drunk on those comments of yours." -
I rolled my eyes. "I just freaking cut myself, and you're worried that YOU'RE hurting me?" I said, a little too coldly, "It's my fault. Don't worry about it."
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"Aww, but it's fun," Kris giggled, kissing Matt again. -
I flinched as if her words, like knives, had stabbed me. "No... no, no... Stop blaming yourself." I looked around the kitchen for a second. "Stay here. I'm going to find a first aid kit," I said softly.
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Matt chuckled. "But I never said I minded it."
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