Blood of A Rose

Blood of A Rose - Part 4

Summary - (Y/n) begins to notice Art suddenly growing more distant and she spirals into insecurity and concern. He reassures her and opens up about what has been occurring, but the events to follow will forever change the course of their lives together.

Notes - Y'all it's here!! Definitely finished sooner than I thought, crazy what motivation does to someone lol. This is probably my favorite of all of the works I've done for Art and I'm so excited to bring you all on this journey! Without further ado, enjoy the show.

Warning(s): Blood/gore, violence, insecurity, smut, self-harm, suicide/sacrifice (don't worry)

Song Inspiration -

ZAND - I Spit On Your Grave

Lewis Blisset - Killing Butterflies

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(Y/n) entered the work room with a heavy sigh, tearing the fresh newspaper before tossing it into the trash. Art waved at her half-heartedly from where he worked at his bench, not bothering to face her as he focused.

She set down a small cardboard box on her stool and looked around for a moment.

"Can I use that knife for a moment?" She asked the clown casually. Art gave her a suspicious side-eye before reluctantly passing her a steak knife. "Thank you."

She cut at the tape, opening her new shipment of paint before handing the knife back to him and unpacking the box.

"Anything crazy happen when I was gone?" She asked, but then quickly answered for him before he could even comprehend the question. "No? Good."

Art stared at her in disbelief, expressing a blatant what the fuck as he squinted. He watched as (Y/n) tossed away the box and sighed again as she hung her camera around her neck, his signal to get up.

The clown put his hands on his hips and gave her a stern look. Her gaze softened and she gave him a gentle smile.

"I'm okay, I'm just in a bit of a mood." She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed his cheek, Art simply poking the tip of her nose with an approving nod before grabbing his bag.

"Man or woman tonight?" (Y/n) questioned as she played with the ruffled fabric at the bottom of his sleeve, eyes focused on the sidewalk they followed. "Or both?" She added and Art pointed at her with a mischievous grin, agreeing. "We should find a couple, but that might be harder to find. Could always just get a man and woman separately and -"

Art slapped his free hand over her mouth and they froze, (Y/n) looking up at him expectedly.

Voices were heard speaking casually in the distance and she followed his gaze, coincidentally spotting a couple walking out of a restaurant. Art grinned mischievously and removed his hand from her mouth, the two of them sharing an eager expression, then simultaneously looking back at the couple before stalking forward.

Art disappeared into an alleyway while (Y/n) continued to follow the couple from behind them.

"Excuse me?" She innocently caught their attention. They turned to see her, the man more skeptical while the woman was more concerned. "My friend just collapsed, I think she blacked out, but I'm not sure and I don't know what to do." (Y/n) panicked, fidgeting with her hands.

"Sure thing hun, where is she?" The woman politely pressed further.

"She's just over here." (Y/n) motioned to the alleyway not far from them. The woman stepped forward to follow her, the man hesitating before shaking his head and following reluctantly.

As they turned into the alleyway, (Y/n) slowed to stand behind them as they wandered further, looking into the seemingly empty space. The woman turned to question (Y/n) when a loud thud sounded as a plank rammed against her head, sending her into the brick wall.