Lovers Pride

The Wager

Nightmare's POV

I don't get it... I know he does it to spite me... but what's with the act...?

The cutesy crap...

I'll just sit here and wallow in my stupidity and self-pity.

Just watching Killer and the dumbass was making my blood boil... I think the exhausted snark on my face was permanent... I've been sitting with the look for a few hours.

I cleared my throat and stood excusing myself to the small, cramped, tight ass little kitchen we had.

I needed a distraction... some distance before I hit someone and regret it. I pulled out what I could find, something that would take a while... and still be good by the time the clock ticks to eight.

"Soup? Isn't it a bit hot for that?"

"Isn't it rude to dig your nose in someone else's business?" I grumbled and grabbed a knife. Chopping some onion...

"Well now if I didn't do that Kills back there would be worse." I stopped cutting and slowly turned to the snarky smartass.

"I'm going to stab you if you don't get out of this room." I threatened. He didn't seem to be taking me seriously.

"Oh well there's always an empty bedroom and an oblivious and curious little man—" I grabbed him and shoved his into a chair and slammed the knife into his long sleeved shirt and almost through the table.

His expression was one of shock and fear, he was too shocked to scream.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He snapped.

"Nothing~" I smirked and chose another knife and started on that onion again. The man tugged at his shirt and knife uncomfortably, unable to move it.

"Fuck dude... I didn't think you were going to actually do something..." He started to whine... I care here for quiet... not annoying, pestering company.

"Well you thought wrong..." I sighed. Dumping the onions in a pot full of beef broth.

"A-a-apparently..." He withered. "So why isn't the young vict—"

"He's not a victim... use another word if you don't want to use his real name." I huffed.

"Why isn't Killer running in to help me?" He asked.

"He can sleep through almost anything, except his blasted alarm. I swear if the were a fire right now he would be none the wiser!" I answered dropping more veggies in the meatless broth. The man snrked.

"Really? You know him well. That's why competing for his affection will be a real treat~" He grinned.

"What? No, what are you talking about?" The weirdo was at it again!

"Well you want Kills right? We'll see who wins his affection first. What do you say?" He asked. He had a cocky smirk on his face. Oh I hated that smirk...

"Why would I do this?" I looked over, giving him my full attention.

"To have him as yours. It may be an easy victory after all you have so much history already! So come on it's just a little game." He watched me shift as he extended his hand.

"A little game never hurt anyone~" he gave me a wink. It took all my will power not to slap this idiot!

I grumbled and took the hand and shook it. "Great"

He suddenly yoinked the knife out of the table and pressed against me. His face got so close... I squirmed as my head couldn't go any farther. The knife in his hand was on my neck.

"I'm Cross by the way. You'd do well to remember that name, Nightmare." He smiled again.

My name how he know my—

He got even closer I glared at him surprise and confused. I wanted him to stop. Cross pulled my hand out and pressed the knife into my palm.

"Let the Game begin!" Cross backed off and walked to the living room. I relaxed and stared where he previously was.

I peeked through the entryway of the kitchen and looked at him an evil look on his face.

"...shiiiiit..." I deflated and looked to my boiling bot. I held in a whiny sigh as I stirred and started on the meat.

"I'm such an idiot......" I groaned softly and I slammed my head onto the cupboard door and yelped. And slammed the door shut with a snarl.

I growled and let my self-hatred fester...

I would finished this soup, it would be the best fucking soup Cross would ever put him his mouth and he will remember that test when he falls victim to his own coy game!

I will WIN!

A/N: XD I had to! XD