Shut The Fuck Up And Comfortably Share Silence ★ JOSHLER

chapter eight || ain't no real power when your baby killed by a coward

i dislike mothafukers who be like oh "top!tyler is gross-" yo fuck you and your unimportant ass opinion.
me lookin for where i asked like:

like you're literal tumors
yeah i said it i ain't pussy. it's fiction, they switch, deal. okay then enjoy

"w-why do we h-have to leave?" words of confusion immediately passed by the red-heads lips as he sat next to his brother, splayed breathlessly on the tiled bathroom floor.

"they're here." jordan panted.

"who's here?"

"the killers."

"the band? oh, great we can buy tick-"

"not talking 'bout the band, brody." his brother interrupted bleakly, rolling his eyes out of pure agitation.

"then what are you talking about?"

"you know...the killers who kill people? specifically, ones with super powers..." he quirked an eyebrow.

"well, you could have said that first. i don't see the point in beating around the fucking bush, but anyways, the killers are always around. ha, w-what do you mean?" it's hard to explain, but there was some internal conflict in josh's words.

he did know that the hunters were around - since that viral incident of that flying girl suddenly 'disappearing' caught his attention. but he wanted to just conceal his power, ignore it and maintain a healthy lifestyle. he thought not thinking about the shit would make it go away.

oh, it ain't that easy.

"tyler is one of them. if he finds out you're supernatural-"

"a-are you for real?" josh couldn't believe what he was hearing. his chest clenched and his mouth hung open as soon as the name escaped jordan's mouth.

"i saw him ki-...well, i saw him punch some hot girl in the face. and before you ask, the girl was literally hot. she turned red and apparently burned the woman that tyler was with. they took her to a shed, once tyler knocked her out, and the woman snapped her neck and killed her. i saw the shit with my own eyes, josh..."

without replying, josh got up.

"what are you doing?"

"i'm hearing this from tyler himself," he dropped his work bag from his shoulders and runs out to the front porch. jordan sighed through his searing headache, wanting to chase after his idiotic older brother. but he was slumped.

"he fucks dead people." he croaked out, not expecting himself to be heard.

josh looked around the semi-lit sidewalks of the forrest-infused neighborhood until he eventually saw the brunette. he was always hanging around. josh did not expect any less, being that he was a creep. who also's apparently a killer. the man was leaning on a porch pedestal, wearing a cigarette between his lips. he wiggled his eyebrows in a greeting manner once his eyes locked with josh's, which were quire intimidating.

"you're a hunter aren't you?" josh bluntly asked, placing a hand on his hip.

tyler said quiet for a moment, blowing smoke from his mouth. exasperation.

"is that why you asked if i was one? so you could kill me? would you kill me?"

"yes."

the red-head stood confused at his straight-forward answer. his monotone made it seem like josh was blowing this out of scale. but he really wasn't. tyler tossed the cigarette to the ground, and smushed it with the heel of his shoe.

"you were...gonna kill me. after i was starting to like you-"

"oh, i know. you seem quick to get in my pants. but your thot behaviour doesn't bother me. the real question is: are you admitting that you're supernatural?"

"what if i was?" joshua asked, quite amused.

"well, then you'd have to die. but i'd want to give that body a go when it's functioning you know..."

"what the fuck does that even mean?"

"what you want it to mean."

"you're fucking disgusting."

"you like my filth."

"for a reason i can't understand."

"so what is it, huh? your power. i wanna see."

"oh, i'd be happy to show you," josh smirked and an immediate glint passed his dark eyes. in a matter of seconds, tyler couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet anymore, and his elevation grew. his heart rate quickened and his eyes grew wide,

"p-put me down." he pleaded, floating carelessly in the springtime air.

"it's either kill or be killed isn't it?" the devious man winked at the levitating figure.

right now i'm taking like long ass art classes at boston university you know because my school forced me too and i love art and shit

i'm tired and i'm messy i deserve love

and don't be one of those sensitive mofos who loose their heads over the dumb lil rants  (specifically the one i did previously)

goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow