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♪•Sᴏᴀᴘ&Sᴋɪɴ - (ᴍᴇᴀɴᴅᴛʜᴇᴅᴇᴠɪʟ)
My jaw jumps, fast, my eyes filled with darkness, nothing can be seen in it, my senses aching, with my face covered in blood, burning with scrotiching intensity, the jade fire flashing it the fire which just erupted few minutes ago, my face coverd in blood, the sweat mixing with it making it drip down the sharp features of my face, my chest heaving and rise and fall with heavy burning breaths as i drive with speed to cause an accident
I breathe out, with my one hand curled around the steering wheel while my other resting over the gear shift, my body set on fire, my anger hit a record high, as the heat pools in my eyes of the ice that erupted into scalding flames few minutes ago, and I just had nothing in my mind after then, other then having then going back to west wing
I had no idea if that little trouble would be there or not, what I know, if I stay outside the west wing I'd end up leaving nothing behind, everything exploded in that bar with those people who came to kill me in it, there blood splattered all across the room every single inch and I get drentch in it just like the same way every thing around us, jimin namjoon Steve and jacob, they all drentch in blood, because the blood rain just happened
Because I was already fucked up and they just shoot me on my chest, my tattoos burn, as the wounds heal so fast like never did before, while every ounce of control slipping my body as i feel nothing in my eyes other then death and darkness, murder flashing in them, my head hurts, and i curse cuz even in all this i couldn't take that pretty face out of my head, that kept flashing in my mind
I don't know what this is called that she did to me, but one thing i know it's very dangerous not just for me, not just for any living creature over this land but for herself as well
Cuz death don't feel, death should not fucking feel
And i gritted my teeths hard, as i took sharp turn, my head hurts, knowing i could not just walk in, and have her look at me shower in blood, i could not just go and fuck her so hard after taking lives of some people who made me loose my god damn temper which was already on the edge of a cliff pulled by no one but her, because she's be fucking terrified of what she would see, my white shirt had turned bloody red, my eyes, hollow with death and darkness, consuming it flaring on my anger and suppressed rage
My blood boiling at a point of breaking me apart as my strong arm flexed and unflexed my knuckles turned white as i hold so hard to break my damn car and i care less, making my way straight inside the west wing, my jaw fathered when the surroundings turn darker, making me breath out, my body set on fire, flashing in my dead gaze, sweating non stop, with the viens throbing over the stiff muscle of my neck
And i press the breaks, right infront of my mansion, my brows bunched over my eyes and i curse the moment i move and i step out of my car with fast pace and stand right infront of the entrance, as i gravel, the moment my nostrils flair, standing infront of the doors and the viens covering my face move with the thirst cheering me to take what I want, what I need, what i crave, as i smell the sweetness right outside my mansion, strong enough to make me loose my mind
