Antihero ✷ Tyler Galpin

𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐢. 𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮

- Here We Woe Again -
2x1

Kansas City, Missouri was the last place Vada had expected to find herself over summer break. Grey clouds, stuffy air, and a vast array of rundown homes with yards full of junk. She is almost pleased with it. Almost.

She would have been deep in the depths of her own solitude around now, had a certain appendage not had contacted her. So, here she is, surveying the looks of the supposed culdesac with an upturned nose. Does anyone take out their trash anymore?

The familiar van that Thing had told her about catches her eye and she lifts her brow, moving for the door of the home it is parked in front of. It is nothing short of rundown, lawn left unkept and the porch covered in mud from previous storms.

She knows a simple knock wont work, so she doesn't bother with pleasantries. They were never her thing anyways.

Closing her eyes, she imagines the basement of this home and all the necessary doors opening to allow her inside. She imagines locks clicking open and the stairs creaking invitingly in her wake.

She opens her eyes and finds herself in a room full of dolls. Her dark eyes move around to survey the mess of the place, lifting her brows. "The work on these are nauseating. What a waste of perfectly formed teeth."

"That's what I thought as well." Wednesday's monotone voice comes from the head of the table. She is tied to a small chair with her mouth gagged by a cloth. She looks the same as always, but the black dried stains on her cheeks draws Vada's attention, worry increasing. She has seen that before.

Before she has time to question, movement swings to her left. Her small hand clasps around a large arm and she uses her weight to flip the man. Her boot collides with his chest and he falls from his kneeling position into a shelf full of his poorly crafted dolls, the beings falling on top of him.

Thing makes his appearance then, jumping onto the man's thigh before grabbing and twisting a spot no man would want an angry appendage to grab.

A shrill scream fills the basement and Vada uses the opportunity to go to Wednesday, cutting her from the ropes with a pocket knife she always keeps handy.

Thing goes flying past both of them, barely grabbing the frills of the lamp. Vada grunts as the man grabs her from behind and manages to disarm her. She turns, kicking his knee with her boot and grabbing his head, forcing it down against her knee.

The man falls back and passes out. Vada sighs and blows a strand of dark hair from her face, glancing at Wednesday, who is now standing up and rubbing her rope burns away. "Next time you decide to take down a serial killer, maybe call your friendly neighborhood devil, yeah?"

"I'll keep it in mind, yes." She confirms, nodding her head once. Thing falls from the lamp and onto her shoulder, but she doesn't push him away.

Grinning, Vada tosses a knife at Wednesday before retrieving her own. "Wanna play makeover?"

Wednesday's black nails curl around the handle of the blade and a smirk rises to her dark lips. "No. But I wanna play dolls.."

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"Scalper scalped. Damn, that's revenge if I've ever seen it." Marco says from the front seat of the car, his shades over his eyes as he holds a newspaper between his hands. He has been around for all of four months and Vada is so over him, she is almost happy to be back at school. Her father's demons tend to get annoying.

"That's my little devil. Always out for revenge. I have to say, the burning of his genitals was a nice touch, I nearly fell from my throne upon reading it in the Sins Daily." Lucifer chuckles from across from her. Their dark limousine will likely draw attention, but Lucifer enjoys that type of thing.