Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

UH OH!

It was absolute hell, and he was definitely raising it.

Each bullet refused to miss its target, and Mordecai made sure to kill off anyone who dared to go against him. He was not in the mood for games, considering whose lives are on the line. Cogs clicked and ticked in his head, falling into place. His footsteps were the only remotely loud thing down these halls. He felt someone's presence, whipping around and hoisting his Winchester Model 12 upward, pulling the trigger. He felt blood splatter against his fur and pince–nez. No time for messing around.

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Rocky, meanwhile, was running through the rafters, in search of a literal spark. He tripped on a loose piece of metal, his foot getting caught. He let out a small yelp and fell face first, and tried getting his foot out...but it didn't work. He let out a muffled yell when he felt a hand grasp his mouth. He felt weight on his back, then looked down and around him. Silas' knees were pressed against Rocky's waist and back, tightly securing him. His hand ran down the other's neck, then reached into his chest.

"Rebonjour, mon cher explosif." Silas uttered, his breath hot and sticky against Rocky's ear. Rocky tried squirming, and was slammed down on the metal landing with a loud bang. He was forcefully turned to be on his back, despite his foot still being caught. Rocky yelped again, feeling his ankle pop now: he felt it being rolled, and the pain throbbed through his foot.

"That's uh...that's a little painful right there!" He chuckled awkwardly, despite feeling the pain still. He flinched at Silas' unwarranted touch, and his fingers sliding down to his hips.

"But pain is beauty, right?~" Silas giggled, his yellowish green eyes sparking. Rocky's blue eyes snapped wide open, and his usual grin was stretched into a grimace of surprise. His ears flattened.

"I suppose...but not like this!" Rocky kicked out his free leg, trying to shove Silas away. While Silas was nudged back, he was still persistent. He loomed over him, chuckling, grinning madly.

"Oh, I love them feisty~" Silas hummed.

"New prey, brother?" Raquelle sauntered over, and the siblings shared a sadistic grin.

"Mhmm—say, I think this little darling is fond of Hatchetman Heller!" Silas recalled. "Well newsflash...he isn't coming." He growled, pressing a blade against Rocky's neck.

"Rocky!" Freckle called up to him, distracted. He was kicked in the head by an unknown goon. He was shoved down, the gun slipping from his hand and sliding away from him. He felt a stinging scratch across his cheek, and he pressed against it. He pulled his hand away, noticing the droplets of blood on his fingertips.

"Uh oh...looks like you're in trouble~" Raquelle whispered, giggling madly.

"...uh oh." Rocky whispered: now he was fearing for the worst. He saw those hungry eyes...he hated them. Despite trying to push away, it was to no avail. He was screwed.

Or was he...?

Ivy and Freckle teamed up when more Rose Brigade goons somehow poured into the room.

"How many bastards are dere?!" Nico yelled, shoving James down. He dealt with a blow to the throat and coughed, stumbling back. Both muscular men had bruises, bloody noses and scratches, they looked disoriented. Yet they still kept at it.

"I dunno, but it's getting really bad!" Ivy yelled back, over the constant gunfire. She hid behind another crate while Freckle fired away with his automatic rifle, until the ammo ran out. His eyes went wide in fear.

"Crap!" He exclaimed. He looked up at the goons, looming over his shaking form, all with malicious eyes. Ivy had shot one in the leg, but was ultimately yanked by the ear and thrown into a wall. Before Freckle to rush for her, his hands were behind his back.