bleed the freak || kit x ty

bleed the freak

my cup runneth over
like blood from a stone

kit stared at the blood pooling on the grass feet from where he stood, bile rising in his throat.

these stand for me
name your god and bleed the freak
i'd like to see
how you all would bleed for me

this was not good. kit knew that. in fact, he was royally fucked. the faerie knights vastly outnumbered him. even with his combination of shadowhunter training and faerie powers- kit didn't think he could do this.

to escape this alive would be a miracle. kit thought it was impossible.

he shouldn't have left the new york institute on his own. he wasn't supposed to leave on his own. he should've known that the message in the acorn left on his windowsill was a trap, but he really did naively think he would be meeting someone from kieran's court.

well, technically he did. but the seelie knights before him had swiftly slit his throat in front of kit.

time was passing in slow motion. the seconds felt like hours. kit swallowed, hard. he scanned his eyes across the scene before him, counting.

twelve seelie knights, one of him. the odds have never been less in his favour.

"what do you want from me?"
"don't play the fool," the knight closest to kit said. leader, kit noted. "the queen sent us to fetch you. you either die on the battle field, or you die in the court."

kit's blood ran cold. he had optimistically hoped he would be kidnapped, at least.

kit wasn't a religious person, never had been. but he silently prayed that someone, anyone, would wake up and see the note he left in the institute.

yes, kit may have walked straight into a death trap- but he wasn't totally stupid.

kit drew his kindjals from his weapons belt, and swallowed hard as he prepared himself.

he was not going down without a fight.

when the pig runs slower
let the arrow fly
when the sin lies bolder
i'll pluck out thine eye

"pass my regards onto your queen, unfortunately i don't exactly fancy paying her a visit."

kit whipped round to his left, taking out the closest knight with a wound to the chest. forgoing a pause for breath, he readied himself for the two knights approaching him.

this would be so much easier if they could just wait their turn.

trying to find humour in this situation was hard. kit was going to die here. he knew he was.

he'd only taken down three knights. thank raziel for the runes he had the foresight to apply before he left, or he would be dead.

the knights had a plan. kit knew they were trying to surround him. sensing a knight approaching behind him, kit reached into his weapons belt and threw a throwing knife behind him- grimacing as a loud thud showed he had hit his target.

these stand for me
name your god and bleed the freak
i'd like to see
how you all would bleed for me