Ideas and drabbles

I'm gonna kill you

TW- Some very minor blood, bad fighting and tension lol

clearly based off of that one song lol

"You're gonna die." He growled, pressing the knife against her throat, a small cut starting to form.

She smirked as the drops of blood ebbed around the knife. "I'm gonna kill you."

He blinked, confusion merging with the anger in his eyes for a second. Then her hand his grabbing his, forcefully pushing it away from her neck in less than a breath. She uses her other hand to grab his arm, tackling him to the ground.

Now she has him pinned, and the knife once in his hands is now in hers. It's his turn to have the knife pressed to his throat.

"You're gonna die," She scowled, a look of anger and victory on her face as she added more force to the blade, letting it slowly open up the flesh a little bit.

He grunted in pain, trying to move his arm that wasn't being held by her other hand. Unfortunately, she had placed her knees on the joints of it, practically weighing it down. They pressed into the nerves, adding another jolt of pain.

He grit his teeth, glaring at her as he knees her in the gut. "I'm gonna kill you."

She rolled her eyes as he took control again, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the table.

For a moment mischief shines in her eyes, and he felt himself glare even more. "Don't say anything."

She grins, bringing up her hand with the knife to stab him in the forearm. He grabs it with his other hand, the serrated edge digging into the flesh. Blood wells up, dripping down his arm. 

Before she could reply in either something messed up or just saying he would die, the sound of a gun shot echoes through the room.

Immediately she slips out of his grasp, letting go of the knife digging into his hand to look at the new person entering the room. He spins around as well, raising a hand to show the gun he had grabbed from his belt.

The tall, new threat holds the gun towards the ceiling, smoke wafting from it. Blood drips from his arm as he lets go of the corpse of someone, the sound of their body hitting the floor a wet one. 

The two meet eyes, quickly gauging the new enemy. This one was a dangerous one.

Another gun shot echoes and she angles her head to see another figure, one with a similar gun in hand. A third one appears to the right, and a fourth.

The largest similarity they all had?

Red, piercing eyes the glowed through the darkness.

She nervously chuckled, looking toward the man she had been fighting twenty seconds before. "We're gonna die."