Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
•:༺✦༻:•
006 : WHITE SHIRT, NOW RED
•:༺✦༻:•
Augustus' jaw exploded, not literally of course, but that's what it felt like as punch after punch rained down on him. Blood dripped from his nose as he pushed the other off him and stood unsteadily, almost falling over again raising his hand in a attempt to stop the steady flow of blood before it reached his white shirt, now red as he had been too late.
The ravenette let out a frustrated groan as he turned to offer the blonde who was still on the ground a hand, lifting him up too quickly and smacking the back of his head.
"Dammit Vance, that's the third time you've fucked up my face this week!" exclaimed the annoyed boy, as the older man just laughed.
"Get over it Gaunt, besides can't you just fix it with your magical powers?" the blonde said before laughing again, unaware of how severely Augustus had tensed up at the mention of his abilities.
"Whatever man," he sighed before continuing, "How's business going?"
"How should I know? Ask Hellington, he's in charge of all the money shit." the nineteen year old responded, barely over his laughing fit as his response caused the younger to let out another groan as he allowed himself to heal, the process going by much too quickly for it to be anything but magic.
"Right, it's not like this is your gang or anything Vance." he rolled his eyes as the other just ignored him and walked away, sighing as he made his way to Hellington's workspace.
•:༺✦༻:•
Augustus let out yet another sigh as nearly half an hour later he found that Hellington hadn't come in that day, he ignored how the news caused his stomach to churn with unease.
"There goes my plan to distract myself with work." the fifteen year old sighed, wishing he had stayed in school so he could go there to distract himself, though he knew he wouldn't be doing much better there than he was here.
To make matters worse the throbbing pain on his left forearm had started up again a while ago and was still increasing, the pain spread through his entire body now, making it feel like his blood was molten lava and he was made of snow, the pain was overpowering as he stumbled through the warehouse, no one asking any questions, they knew better than to question the leaders second in command and the head of security.
Augustus managed to force himself stumble out of the warehouse and into a hidden side alley just as the pain sent him into unconsciousness.
•:༺✦༻:•
word count; ( 437)
authors note: i'm sorry i keep ending these with Augustus fainting, the first chapters are always the hardest to get out and my boy is in a lot of pain rn :/
so how do y'all feel about Vance 👀👀 you'll want to keep an eye on him as the story progresses.
and you guys can probably guess what the throbbing pain on his forearm is by now. but if not then,, muAHAHAHAHAHA
probably gonna update DEVILISH tonight too so keep an eye out uwu
