Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

9. Fuck the patriarchy

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N

His head snaps with a crack when my bat smashed against his skull once again. This time he doesn't move. My mouth rounds around the red sucker in between my teeth, my head tilting to the side as I stare down at my second victim since I started this rebellion against rapists.

My bloodied bat hangs limply down by myself, eyes ranking up and down his bruised beat up lifeless body. His eyes wide open, fear and sadness evident in his dead eyes still. I pout my lips when I take the sucker out of my mouth.

"This is so not sanitary" I exclaimed, leaning down to wipe the blood off my bat on to the males clothing.

Music blaring in the background, humming escapes me as I set my bat aside. I stick the sucker back in my mouth once again, staring at my latest victim. Thackeray Wilson, a 47 year old man who sold his own fucking daughter to someone I still don't know yet just so he could get big old bag of cash for beer and gambling.

He's lucky that I found him before he ended up in prison where the inmates will slander him. Al-though I did the same.

It tasted sweet but bitter both the red sucker and the look on his face when he knew what I was gonna do to him. Maybe I am a murderer but for a good cause in what I believe. My hand slides down my thigh until gripping the handle of my switchblade. I lean forward straddling the man's hips but I don't touch him, my right hand holds myself up by placing my hand beside his limped head.

I bring my switchblade up towards his face, gliding it down as I tilt my head with a psychotic, cold grin. I rise my hand upwards high above his head, hand curling tightly around the blade. In a swift motion I am bringing the blade straight down into the floor boards.

I take my left hand, taking the sucker back out before slipping it between the males clapped mouth. "We're not quite done yet, time to wake up Princess." I smirked into myself, before my left hand is pressing on to his chest shocking him alive once again.

He gasps with his eyes wide with horror, fear appears on his face when he looks at me. He tries to open his mouth but I shake my head with a harden stare. He seemed to notice the sucker between his teeth now, his brows furrowed in confusion.

I reach my hand up towards his mouth, pretending to take the sucker out but I begin to shove it down his throat. He splutters, shaking against me but my two other blades are stuck painfully in his hands pinning him to the floor. Tears spill out of his mouth the move he continues to move.

"How does it fill with something being shoved down your throat?" I questioned him. He looks back up at me, I see his throat swallow painfully. I shove the sucker in deeper that my gloved knuckles brush against his darken teeth.

Remind me to bin these.

I til my head to the side, giving him the benefit of the doubt to speak. I'm feeling generous I guess. Or maybe it's the patience that I somehow feel at this moment when all I want to do is unalive him. I pull the sucker out of his mouth, he gasps with relief as he breathes in hard.

He's petrified, but only because he knows damn rightly he is going to die. And no matter what he is thinking on why I am here, he knows Damn well he isn't getting any chance to be led to those bright pearly gates.

"Whatever you think I-"

I shook my head with a tut, "Don't insult me further by questioning my knowledge, Thackeray" I cut in, my voice deadly calm.

His lips tighten into a white bloodied line, I see him trying to remain his expression calm, his eyes on the pitch of bursting with blinded tears. I catch a glimpse of sweat forming on his hairline. But in seconds his eyes twitch, his head suddenly lifts up.