𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

20 ~ Bastard

Tom Holland

Life was always so... surprising when you're a mob leader. Some people know you, some don't, others run away in fear, and others kneel for you, they join you, fight with you, whilst others fight against you. It's strange. And so unexpected. Ruth was someone who did none of those things. She knew who I was, but she didn't run, nor kneel. She wanted to be a friend- someone to laugh and share memories with. She's soft, fragile, yet so strong and durable. Whereas I, I'm cold, heartless, fearless, a monster. But she saw me as something else.

I sigh, flipping over some documents, running my fingers through my hair as I think, tapping the pen against the wood of my desk as I work. I look up as the door swings open, revealing a panting, flushed Harrison Osterfield.

"I- Ruth- She- Fuck. C'mon" He point his finger out the door, running again. I get up, chasing after him, calling out his name. A rush of anxiety fills me as he mentioned Ruth, sprinting away like a madman with no explanation. I follow Haz down the many flights of stairs to the basement, watching him grip his knees as he breathes.

"You gotta do more cardio, Ha-" I pause, looking up and seeing her. Ruth's dark hair done up in one of those claw-clipped up-do's, baggy ripped jeans flow over her legs, as a crop top sticks to her skin. She stands still, breathing slightly ragged as she stares at the man tied to the chair in front of her, passed out.

Louise.

"Doll?" I tried, walking up to her slowly to grasp her arm. Her eyes don't tear off the man in front of her. She puts her hand over mine, telling me that she is there, just needing a moment.

"W-who is that?" Ruth whispers, point with a slightly shaky hand at the limp body, soft snores leaving his mouth as dried blood sticks to his clothes and face. I sigh, looking over at Haz who nods.

"That.. That's Louise.. The father of Alan" She tenses at his name, and I wanted to throw up just speaking it. She lets out a shaky breath, pulling her eyes away from him to look at me. I gently hold her cheek, rubbing the apple with my thumb.

"Why is he here?" Ruth searches my eyes for.. Something, anything. I nibble on the inside of my cheek, looking at the man before us.

"He's here so that I can torture him. For hurting you." I nod, looking at her again before kissing her forehead. She nods softly, looking at the old man again.

"C-Can I finish him off?" She asks softly, looking back up at me with those doe eyes. My eyes widen at her question, looking over at Haz. He grabs files, looking through them before nodding.

"He's useless to us, Tom" Harrison places the files down, giving me the all clear. I let out a breath, looking down at my sweet girl. Her eyes sparkles, the contrast of the colours beautiful in the dull lighting. Shrugging, I finally answer,

"Have at it, Dollface"

And that she does.

Bending down, Ruth pulls up her baggy jeans, revealing her Doc Martins and garter, pulling out the small dagger that sits in the walls of its holder. She walks over to the sleeping man, studying him, observing him, planning on what she'll do to the wicked and cruel man before her. I watch her face from a distance, looking into her eyes and seeing not one emotion. The colour and spark of excitement and innocence gone as she stares down Louise with a cold, dark stare. 

A shiver sends up my spine, fearing that I might've corrupted her just a bit too much. I jump out of my thoughts as she slaps Louise across the face, punching him after to the jaw. He groans and spits, stuttering as he looks up at my angel.

Well, once was angel..

He couldn't mutter out a response as she thrust the knife deep into his chest, twisting and turning. My heart thumps as I hear the tears and rips, blood squelching around the metal, squirting as she pulls it from his chest. Ruth places her boot onto his chest, bending down to grip his chin, forcing him to stare into her eyes as he bleeds out over her clothes and chair. She looks as though she'll say something, yet she spits on his face, pushing the chair back with her foot and watching him bounce.