More ore less a filler Chapter :3 Oktoberfest is back in Munich! Who’s ready to party?? Haha Enjoy xx
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Bullet’s POV
Today is Halloween, the day where little fucking children go around houses begging for candy like they’re fucking homeless. The day where people run around with paper masks trying to bloody scare you, the day where red punch is described as ‘blood’ and little sausages turn into ‘cut-off fingers’.
To me, Halloween was a fucking waste of time and money. Who needs costumed actors anyway, when you have someone frightening barking orders at you every damn second of every damn day? Blue Eyes was the personification of terror - I didn’t need no fucking Halloween.
Speak of the devil…
“Everyone shut the fuck up! Is anyone missing?” Blue Eyes snarled, observing the small crowd surrounding her. Choruses of ‘no’ echoed around the dark, musty cellar room, and Blue Eyes continued. “Good.”
“Wait, wait! Damnit,” someone cursed, emerging from the entrance. It was Stamper, with a gagged and struggling girl in his arms, and Blue Eyes glared at us.
“I’m guessing you got her?” I mused, but Stamper looked unamused.
“Fuck off, Bullet,” he growled aggressively. “Where should I put her, Blue Eyes?”
“Just find a free fucking cell and let’s get on with this motherfucking meeting!”
Stamper nodded obediently and shoved the wide-eyed girl into a vacant space, bolted the door shut, and joing the group in the center of the room. After silence took over the room Blue Eyes sat down on the high chair at the front and began the “roll call” of sorts.
“Al-fucking-right, let’s start this bloody thing,” Blue Eyes muttered, and glanced at the folder in her lap. “Niall?”
“Over there,” Black Tooth confirms, gesturing to a cell on the left.
“Good. Bell?”
“Got her,” King retorted, and showed where his captive was being held.
“Harry?”
“Threw the fucking faggot to the back,” Wolf hissed, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched at the thought of him. Jesus, all of this because of a girl?
“Stop complaining, you fucking loser. Emily?”
“Just threw her in the back, genius,” Stamper snickered, and Blue Eyes shot daggers at him.
“Are you being fucking funny, Stamper?” Blue Eyes threatened menacingly, and Stamper’s smile immediately vanished as he shook his head. “Good. Moving on… Zayn?”
I gulped. Shit.
“N-not present, Blue Eyes,” I stuttered, staring at the dirty ground below me. At first, there was silence, before Blue Eyes exploded and fucking shot a bullet right next to me. It whizzed past my left shoulder and my breath caught in my throat, thanking bloody god that Blue Eyes didn’t aim at me directly.
Fucking psycopath.
“What?” Blue Eyes roared deafeningly, chilling my blood and prickling my skin with goosebumps. “Why the fuck is Zayn not here, you useless fucking shit?”
“Well… he kind of escaped me when I had captured him. But it wasn’t my fault!” Strength returned to me voice. “I had him in the bloody trunk of my car and everything was going perfectly, but then this bitch - “ I pointed at Yo-Yo – “fucking distracted me and gave Zayn the chance to escape. It’s all her fucking fault, not mine!”
“Bullshit, Bullet!” Blue Eyes bellowed, scowling at me. Her face had become a terrifying mask of rage and coldness, making it hard for me to stand my ground and not burst into tears.
We all know how that would end.
“It’s true! It’s fucking Yo-Yo’s fault, I did nothing wrong!”
“Don’t fucking blame everything on her, you fucking woman. Are you really that bloody weak and pathetic?”
“You can’t blame me for something that was out of my motherfucking control.”
“Are you now telling me what to do?”
Blue Eyes’ anger level was increasingly rising now – even I could see it. I knew if I kept arguing with her now, she would entirely loose her fucking shit and kill me on the spot. I shook my head obediently and looked down, but in my head I was firing bullets through her pathetic, uncontrollable flesh.
Yo-Yo snickered from across the room and I snapped my head up to catch the pathetic smirk slapped on her face.
Bitch.
“Fucking leave my sight, you worthless asshole. I want to finish this god damn meeting,” Blue Eyes spat, and turned away from me. Sighing, I shuffled to the back of the room, and watched the rest of the scene from my place against the fucking disgusting wall. Has this fucking room ever been cleaned?
“Alright, now who’s still left beside me?” Blue Eyes asked the group in a much friendlier tone than what was used to address me. I narrowed me eyes into slits and clenched my fists, trying to contain my fucking fury and not lunge at someone – preferably Blue Eyes or Yo-Yo.
“Me, Blue Eyes,” Yo-Yo called, flicking a pocketknife open and closed repeatedly. I groaned at the irritating sound of her pathetic, fake voice. “Bailey is currently at the flat, so I have to wait until she fucking goes outside or something. Knowing her, the second she steps out the bitch is going to do something stupid, since she’s a fucking retard, so I’ll strike then.”
“Good plan, Yo-Yo,” Blue Eyes praised, then shot me a look. “You could really fucking learn something from this girl, you worthless twat.”
I grumbled to myself but kept my lips sealed. No point to start another fucking argument now.
“Okay, then I’ll strike after you get Bailey.”
“Why afterwards?” Wolf called from somewhere in the circle.
“I’m just saving the best for last,” Blue Eyes grinned, and let out a throaty, deranged laugh.
They have no idea what’s coming for them.
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