{Fight Or Flight} (Prinxiety)

day by day. 7

Warnings: Swearing. Blood. violence. Gay stuff. Deceits' name is Mortem. (I can only fix so much. . . All my books are mistakes and nothing more)

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Virgil kicked backwards, nailing the man behind him in the shin. Purples eyes blazing red in anger. This un-expected kick caused the man's grip to falter as Virgil managed to wiggle free. This man. . . Or possibly woman. . . chose the wrong victim. Virgil's breath was ragged and strained from panic, hands balled into bruised fists as his frantic gaze searched for someone familiar. Someone to help him. His gaze flickered towards roman briefly who stood there frozen, hands hanging loosely to his sides. His very breath trapped within his lungs. There he stood Silently alongside Logan who had a glare that spoke measures of hatred, a clear look of 'try something I dare you little sh*t directed towards the man' While roman himself felt the spark within himself die. . . He felt an urge to protect Virgil but he was scared to do so. Virgils gaze then spotted Remy who blinked a couple of times as if he couldn't believe what was happening. Where was Patton? Virgil wanted Patton. . .

The strange man managed to re-catch a lividly panicked Virgil in his grip once more. Virgils back being towards him while he panicked. His gaze searching for someone, left him open and vulnerable. An arm snaked around Virgil's waist while the other hand gripped Virgil's own pulling him to face him. The man leaned in close till their noses were almost touching, mint breath washing over a scrunched up nose. Virgil's purple eyes lit up in pure fury as fear turned into anger. He very much wanted to deck this man. Despite his gorgeous gold eyes and curly chestnut hair that parted to one side. A bowler hat upon his head for some reason and a devilish smirk upon smooth precise lips designed for a spokesman. Virgil shook his head. . . No, stop. The sound of rain could be heard pounding on the roof.

"Now who is this pretty little human?" The vulture winged man asked as if he knew the answer, his voice slithering its way across the room startling roman out of his horrified shock-

"That's enough Mortem!" Roman yelled, rushing over towards the other side prepared to give the deceiving one a knuckle sandwich or two. Wings puffed and ruffled while he approached. Remy watched in silence a burning feeling in his gut. Should he tell roman to stop? With that thought, Remy hanged his head in a shame only to shuffle further away from Logan, cause hell no! He wasn't gonna become a blood latte to anyone ever!

Mortem sighed. Watching Roman charged towards him like a bull chasing red. Deceit waited for the right moment then pushed Virgil away from him, simply stepping aside and throwing roman off course. His foot kicked out . . tripping roman over. Although before the angered one could hit the floor Mortem successfully caught roman. Pulling him close to his chest and clamping a hand over Romans' mouth.

"Enough of that okay. 'darling', no need to get jealous. I only love you!" The deceitful one spoke almost mockingly. a smile upon his lips as his eyes never left their watch of a dizzy Virgil who tried to regain balance after being released. Is his head foggy and confused?

Remy walked forwards towards Mortem. "Uh, do you think you could maybe? Just leave roman alone!?" He asked guilt eating away at his heart and bringing forth some courage. Logan looked towards the man with sunglasses in surprise. Only to focus his attention on Virgil. Approaching him cautiously and resting a comforting hand on his shoulder, whispering caring encouragement.

Mortem gave Remy a silent glare. "I 'love' him. . Why on earth would I let my bride to be go free!?" He exclaimed hands raised in the air dramatically, releasing a disgusted roman who scrambled away to freedom. You could hear the sky crash with thunder from outside.

Remy sighed. Rushing forward, brows narrowed in frustration and lips parted in concentration. on his usual tired face. Deceit paused confused. Only to flinch slightly as pale hands gripped the collar of his shirt. Strong arms lifting the shorter man up and across the room-