blood like gasoline » danti (reuploaded)

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a/n: sorry 4 short chapters but theyd be confusing n weird if i strung them together

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"You c-can't kill me," Anti panted, spitting out the blood that filled his mouth just as a foot connected with his gut again.

He groaned, coughing at the fire that consumed his lungs as he curled in on himself. "Yo-you're a pathetic exc-" he choked on his own blood, "excuse for a d-demon."

He received a sharp kick to the jaw that sent his head snapping to the side, his neck making a sickening crack. He bit his lip to muffle his cry, he was surprised his neck didn't break.

"You're calling me pathetic? Look at you!" Infelix bellowed out as he stomped on Anti's foot, snapping his ankle like a twig. "You're nothing but a disgusting-" stomp "worthless-" kick "piece of shit-" kick "whore!" stomp.

"What Dark sees in a trashy slut like you is beyond me," he spat on Anti's face, his saliva mixing with the tears that poured down his bruised cheeks.

Anti's eyes could barely manage to stay open, everything was heavy and he wanted nothing more than to slip away into oblivion. He couldn't do that to Dark though, he had to fight and he had to at least try to hold him off.

"Sou...Sounds to me like you're jealous," he wheezed and Infelix snickered.

"Jealous? Of what? You're both terrible, why would I want to downgrade to your level?" he rolled his eyes and huffed out some smoke, waving it in Anti's direction.

He coughed and turned his face to the side, wincing as the smoke pricked his skin like needles. He wanted nothing more than to use his own abilities against him but whenever he tried, the electricity he emitted only traveled through the chains and shocked himself.

"This is getting boring," Infelix sighed, squinting down at Anti who was slowly struggling to breathe with all the blood filling his lungs.

Anti glared at him, coughing up the substance as it dribbled down his chin. "May-Maybe y-you should leave then," his voice was shaky and quiet but loud enough for Infelix to hear.

He laughed loudly at that, shaking his head. "Oh no, you're not getting out of this that easily," he smirked.

He held out a hand and smoke swirled in his palm as he summoned something Anti couldn't see at first. It slowly grew in his hand until it was a fully formed dagger, a very jagged one at that.

"I heard you like knives," he taunted, walking closer with the blade pointed directly at him.

Anti squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that whatever he planned on doing, he did it quick. There was a prick on his nose, not hard enough to break the skin but the tip of the dagger pressed against him.

Then it dragged down to his lips, tracing along his mouth and his cheeks almost as if he was making a smile. The sharp point scratched against his skin and he held back a grimace, if he moved even the slightest bit, the knife would cut him.

"Scared?"

Yes, Anti was scared, deep down he knew there wasn't much of a way out of this until Dark came back. He wasn't sure he'd make it to then though. He'd be dammed to let Infelix see him tremble in his last hours, so he stuck with his glare and balling his hands into fists.

"Fuck you," he hissed.

The dagger was held down to his throat as Infelix was down in front of him in an flash. He still had yet to cut him, but the wild look in his black and blue eyes let Anti know what he would in a heartbeat.