Torn

𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

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❝𝘽𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 - 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣-𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜.❞

Warning; There are some graphic scenes in the first half of the chapter, though I don't see them as enough to mark down and skip. You can still skip over it if you so wish.

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         As the person under you struggled, pushing your hands away as you sat on top of them, you couldn't help but feel slightly bad for them. Sure, they were just some rando you found on the side of the street and dragged to an alleyway, but you felt bad because, well, your stats clearly over powered theirs. You haven't killed someone in a very long time, and this just goes to show.

You don't like killing people, it's messy, unsanitary and overall just a bad moral thing to do. But after Error forced you to kill a couple of people before, you couldn't help but get a craving for it every now and then. Thus, leading you to where you are now, watching as the person under you struggled to push you off. 

The fear that laced in ones eye is what really made you excited for the kill, it was something you found easy joy in when you did such acts. You nearly laughed out loud at the look on their face, but you knew that if you did it would draw attention. Just before they could scream out for help, you covered their mouth and impaled their eye with a knife you had recently stolen from Swaps house. Speaking of, there's no doubt that Stretch won't notice your level increase.

The person let out a muffled shout as you dragged the knife out of the eye before quickly ramming it into the persons throat. Their kicking and screaming halted slightly, but not completely. Huffing in annoyance, you quickly took the knife out before standing up and throwing it down into their chest, their heart finally stopping. Finally letting a breath of relief, your eyes widen as you felt something drip onto your shirt.

Looking down, you saw a pink stain, making you panic and grab Inks vial from your scarf. You cursed pretty loudly as you fumbled around with the vial before finally securing it in your hands, an odd look forming on your face. The vial was filled up to the brim with a pink liquid and was overflowing, and it was still going. You tried to cap the vial off, but the liquid kept coming out of the vial.

Not knowing what to do, you looked around frantically before kicking the dead body in front of you out of frustration. Once you kicked them, a cellular device slipped out of their pockets, making you freeze slightly. Where they recording anything? You shook you head and scoffed at yourself. Even if they were, who were they going to send it too? They were dead now.

You were about to turn away from the device when it suddenly turned on with a soft click, a white screen now facing you. You waited for something to happen and eventually the screen started to glitch. After a little while of more waiting, you face formed into one of pure shock as you saw Q appear on the screen, grinning widely at you.

Lowering the vial from your face, you walked over closer to the device and peaked your head over it, making Q's expression light up. "Ah, there you are my dear! I was wonder what AU you had managed to hop into." Q said with an almost airy tone, was he actually worried about you? You pressed your lips into a thin line as you squinted your eyes at Q. Yeah you doubted that. "Anyways, what are you doing right now dear? You touched a device and I was able to transfer myself to it, so I can only inquire on how I got here." Q questioned with a tilt of his head, this guy was kind of creeping you out.