Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.4) Venatio.

School fountain

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     The lunchtime chatter buzzed around us as we gathered by the outdoor fountain, our usual spot. The gang was all there, Sidney, Billy, and Tatum. Stu, Tatum's boyfriend, tried too hard to fit in, always emulating Billy, though I found his efforts endearing in their way.

     Randy, our resident geek, sat nearby, fussing over our schedules as usual. He always had this air of responsibility about him, which I appreciated. Despite his nerdy tendencies, Randy was a good listener, especially when it came to my rambling about scary movie theories. He held a special place in my heart. Next to Randy, with her legs in his lap, comfortably lays me, (Y/n). Laying on my back while I look at the sky.

     "Hunt? Why would they ask if you like to hunt?" Tatum asked curiously.

     "I don't know, they just did." Stu shrugged.

     "Because their bodies were gutted." Randy says mercilessly, Sidney flinching. I sit up and nudge Randy and he looks at me confused and I nod my head towards Sid.

     "Thanks Randy." Billy glared at the poor geek.

     "They didn't ask if I like to hunt," Tatum said confused.

"Because there's no way a girl could have killed them." Stu chuckled.

     "They asked me if I liked to hunt," I mentioned casually, causing a stir among the group. Stu's comment about girls not being capable of such acts prompted a sharp response from Tatum, and I couldn't help but agree, misogyny is common in these times, women's rights might be parallel to that, but men still teach their sons that women are weak. I'm not partial to that. I might be the only girl in this school that approaches strength with dignity, with power, without shame.

     "Yeah well most girls don't lift half as much as you do, so, nor do they have dads that put them in bootcamps, nor do they grow up on different military sites." Randy whispered to me who hummed in acknowledgment. "It's called being posted, Randy, my father was posted. Boot camp was training for the people I was around, I volunteered so they let me..do the baby stuff until I was of age, 16 that is. I could apply now and drop out, actually."

     Stu chimed in with his usual attempt at wit, "Well, it takes a man to do something like that."

     I shot him a playful glare. "Or a person with a man's mentality," I countered, nudging Randy for support.

     "Exactly," Randy nodded, offering a reassuring smile.

     Tatum scowls. "That is so sexist though! The killer could easily be female- BASIC INSTINCT!?" She growled.

     "That was an ice pick, that's not exactly the same thing." Randy says. I nudge him again and shake my head. "Yeah Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out" Stu goes on.

     I would have missed what Sidney said if I didn't have good ears. "H- How do you gut someone?" We all look at her, silence falling over the group. I blink at her and just as Stu goes to answer, I glare at him.

     "Well, Sid, Sweetheart.." I start off with, "Do you really want to know?" She nods slowly. "Well-"

     "-You take a knife and cut from the groin to the sternum." Stu and I say in unison, me on the other hand saying it gentler, and softer to not scare her. Sidney shivers, and the whole group just rolls their eyes at how rudely forward Stu was. At least I was nice about it.