WOO
MAFIA AU
WOOO
CLOCKERS
WOOO
LIMITED LIFE
WOOO
TRAUMATIZED SCAR THAT'S KINDOF PYSCHO ( BUT AREN'T WE ALL!!!)
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" Grian, don't leave me."
Grian's eyes, kind and sad, stared into Scar's. They were sitting in his living room, and Grian was done. Finished. Walking out, just like his father.
" You said you'd love me forever."
His tone is harsh. Grian visibly winces.
" Feelings change-"
" Honey, believe me, I'll have your heart.. on a platter."
The sharp anger in the words cover Scar's blatant desperation, because Grian couldn't leave.
He just can't, ok?
" Might you recall, we've got a small family business.. and the family won't like this.."
Scar feels a smidge bad about threatening Grian like this, but it's fine, they can makeup later. What maters now is making sure there's a relationship to fix later. Sadly, his veiled threats aren't getting the point across. Fine.
" They'll bust your knee-caps!"
That does it. Grian's eyes widen in fear, because he thinks Scar would actually sick his family on the poor avian. No, Scar would never cause harm to him. This is an incentive, ok?
Just an incentive.
" Grian, you told me, you 'were no fool, you were no chump'.."
Scar's standing up now, walking slowly over to Grian's chair. He's shrinking in it, blue eyes watery now.
" scar-please, we can sort this out-"
" Then you got cold feet, now all you'll be is a speed bump!"
Scar can see Grian's chest rise rapidly, he's starting to hyperventilate. Scar aches to go comfort him, but not right now, now, Grian needs to see why leaving is a bad idea.
( Why would they ever leave in the first place?)
( ask ur dad)
" The family won't like this!"
Scar's turned back to the couch now, walking slowly again. Grian's shaking and sputtering words, trying to please Scar, begging for mercy.
" please-"
" They'll bust your kneecaps, that's what they're going to do!"
Scar's back on the couch again. He waves his black, dead phone around. Grian shuts up immediately. It's saddening, seeing his spouse shrink back into the chair and struggle to breathe & sob. It's all for his own good, though.
He's really starting to get the point!
" scar if y-please, i can- i- uhm "
"Grian, there's still time."
He perked up at that. The last bit of encouragement needed, it seems. To bring back hope after mercilessly killing it.
" Together I know, we'd go so far!"
" yeah! sure!"
His voice is still wobbly, nothing like the smooth & even tone of Scar's. It gets easy to seem so calm when threatening people, after living with the Clockers for so long.
" I'll tell Mama Cleo, to call off the guys with the crowbars.."
" Yes! Please! Cleo, uh, we'd go far, yeah!"
He's reached the desperate stage, but desperate for what Scar also wants. This is very, very good! Now, we just make Grian a little more scared that Scar would reject him, and it'll all work out!
" You've called it crime, we call it smart family business."
" oh, i didn't mean to call it crime, uh it's very smart, your all so amazing-"
There's a flash of steel near Grian's hand. It's just his watch, right?
Probably.
Scar sips his tea, smiling kindly at Grian. He's got a crazed smile, ridden with fear and desire. Grian's leaning forward, his wings at a strange angle. This is going so, so well! Scar knows Cleo & everyone else is listening from the other room, eager to see how Scar will handle it.
Of course, they always knew he'd go this route, he isn't the main manipulator for nothing.
Scar's about to continue when there's a crash, and ominous crash. Scar's eyes shoot to the door, just as the motherfucking SWAT barges into the house yelling.
"CLOCKER FAMILY, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"
Scar tried to lunge for one of them, snatch the weapon, following his family as they did the same, only to be slammed on the ground brutally. One guy had shoved Scar's arms behind his back, dragging him up backwards.
He catches Grian, smiling.
No.
That motherfucker...
The rest of his family is still fighting. Crap.
" It's a such a shame, that you became such an issue."
Venom drips from Scar's tone, layering every word thickly. Oh, he'd get Grian for this.
" Oh dear Grian, I'll miss you.."
The Swat kicked him, starting to drag him out of the house. Cleo was screaming and fighting and then there's a gunshot-
No, not a gunshot. It's the swoosh of fire.
Oh, Etho'd found the flamethrower. This was turning in their favor. The house flames up, the Swat screech as Scar's released and free to grab a gun. The peaceful house turns to anarchy in seconds, fire crackling and gunshots ringing out.
Pretty soon, they're left with three dead and four dying. The blood is consumed by the fire, which no one is concerned with. They're more concerned about the little rat who texted the SWAT in the first place.
His wings are tucked tightly behind him. Scar approaches slowly with Cleo, and Bdubs is fuming behind Grian already.
" Oh, Grian. Avian in appearance, but just a stupid rat."
Grian tried to crawl away from them. Bdubs kicked him.
" You fool. Well, if this is how it ends, so be it."
Cleo grinned. She hated Grian, from day one, with his stupid leather jacket and bright wings.
" Let's bust your kneecaps!"
And so, the Clockers left the burning house in style, carrying broken & bloodied guns, grinning like the madmen they are.
Afterall, it's just a small family business...
The family didn't like that..
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yawns
ok cool ;)
sorry this felt real repetitive so
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