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Chapter 38

As we begin the walk back to the house, I nudge Anti in the side. "You can't call me jealous and then ignore all the stuff you do whenever someone's slightly more than friendly to me."

"I'm not jealous."

"Then what're you doing– 'protecting' me from others' affection?" I laugh. "You were about to kill her for saying she could kiss me."

Anti stays silent at this, having no comeback. I steal a glance up at him to find him looking off to the side, trying to think of a way to refute my statement. As we pass by a small restaurant, I head inside. He follows.

"I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back."

He pulls out his phone and waits at a table near the door. I find the bathrooms at the back of the building.

When I finish and walk back out, there's another guy walking out at the same time. He gives me a sidelong look, scanning me over. I quicken my pace to the main portion of the building. The guy does the same, blocking the path out of the situation. My hand goes to my pocket, where my pocketknife is. I take a step away from him, noticing an employee-only exit behind me and to my left. He leans against the wall casually.

He whistles. "Care to come home with me?" At least he's direct.

"No, not particularly," I say, stepping to the side and attempting to walk around him. His arm shoots out and he leans forward to come face to face with me. I smell cigarettes and a hint of booze.

"You can't turn down an offer like this," he says.

I step away from him again. "I'm really not in the mood."

"Well, that's no problem." The man briskly moves forward and puts his arms on either side of me, cornering me. "Easy fix."

Before I can react, he's moving in for a kiss. Panicking, I stab him in the stomach and rip upwards diagonally. He curses, coughs blood onto my t-shirt, and stumbles back.

"You little shit!"

I spring to the employee exit, shoving my knife back into my pocket and speedily making my way to the sidewalk. Just before I enter the line of sight of the people in the street, my arm is grabbed roughly from behind and I'm pulled back. I trip over a pothole and land on the asphalt, quickly scrambling to my feet. Apparently, the stab wound wasn't as deep as I thought.

The man holds his stomach with one hand, glaring down at me with a mixture of pain and horrible rage. I feel the warmth of his blood on my arm where he grabbed me, as well as what will probably be a serious bruise. I don't think of taking my eyes off of him until I see a green smoke behind him. Anti materializes and stares at the scene, noticing my bloodied shirt and the man stalking towards me.

The look in his eyes is indescribable.

Both the man and I can clearly feel the distinct change in the air. Even I feel frightened for the guy. He turns and looks at Anti. "Anthony" is inarguably gone, and the gash on his neck seems to be freshly bleeding. Anti's eyes are entirely black. A medium-sized knife sits in his left hand, a thin, kinda long one in his right.

The guy doesn't even have time to voice his fear before Anti is suddenly in front of him. It was as if he flew forward at the speed of sound. A green fog covers the man's mouth and muffles his sound. I step to the side, leaning against the employee-only door and sliding down to sit on the stoop. I wipe the knife off on my already-bloodied shirt.

I'm glad I stepped to the side as Anti chucks the knife in his left hand with such force that it shoots through the man's shoulder and causes the man to fly back as well. The knife wedges itself into the brick wall, pinning the man to it. He looks like he's about to pass out.

"You're staying awake," Anti says, snapping his fingers. The man seems much more awake, and in much more pain.

"Now, what should I do to you?" Anti walks toward the trapped man, glitching furiously. I can hardly keep my eyes on him with all the sporadic movement. "I know..."

Suddenly, he punches the wall behind the guy, cracking the brick and causing his own knuckles to bleed.

"I'M GONNA CUT OUT YOUR FUCKING HEART."

Anti buries the small knife into the upper-middle of the guy's chest, ripping downwards, then to the right, then up, finally completing the square with a final definite movement to the left. The guy clearly doesn't have much life left in him, but his eyes still seem to be constantly forced open by whatever Anti did to him previously.

When I see Anti begin to wedge something out of the square he made, I duck my head, hearing the man's strangled screams. I cringe, but the cries soon ebb as Anti's prediction is completed. I hear another 'thunk' and dare a glance up. Gagging, I whip my head back down at the ground, putting a hand over my mouth. He stabbed the heart through with the thinner knife and pinned it to the wall above the guy's head. A gaping hole probably sits in the corpse's chest. I didn't gaze long enough to find out.

After the nausea passes, I stand up, turned away from the gore. Anti appears in front of me before I can say anything, and he looks me over carefully, only finding my bruising arm. The anger in his eyes is totally gone, replaced by... worry. When he's done with his run down, he runs a bloodied hand through his hair, looking away and sighing. I don't worry about my injury, only thinking about how much of a bitch it's gonna be to get the blood out of his hair.

"I should've been here sooner," he says, his anger now directed inwards.

"It's fine. I'm not really hurt," I say, putting a hand on his back.

"I wasn't paying attention. I was lost in thought."

"It happens. Let's just head back to the house," I reassure him, not quite sure how often these scenarios actually happen, but trying to sound confident. "I don't wanna be seen covered in blood."

In a whirl of smoke, we've returned to the house, still bloodied and bruised. Turning to Anti, I find him still beating himself up over what happened.

"It's not your fault some creep tried to mess with me, Anti."

It's like he hardly heard me. I can't think of anything else to say, so I just sit down on the couch and gesture for him to join me. Reluctantly, he does so, and I lay on him. The effect is almost immediate, and I feel his muscles relax under me. Because of the adrenaline spent when dealing with the formerly-alive-guy, I quickly fall asleep on Anti.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter of "Plaything" as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comments and votes are super appreciated. Thanks for reading! ~Blue