GANG RELATED [SWEET PEA] [✔️]

TWENTY FOUR || DON'T PRAY FOR ME

The night was on fire.

Fallon had blood on her hands, blood in her hair, blood on her face, her gun down to three bullets and her knife slick with the red that stuck to her skin.

Penny had disappeared, but Fallon was hunting her down, striking down anyone who got in her way.

She spotted Sweet Pea in the fray, her husband meeting her eyes. The pair ran to meet each other, arms frantically wrapping around their leather covered bodies. "I lost you for a second, Blue Eyes," Sweet Pea joked, his grinning face smeared with dust and blood.

"You scared me." Fallon huffed, giving him a quick kiss. "Have you seen Penny? I've got a whole closet full of bones to pick with that bitch."

"Last I saw she was committing arson," Sweet Pea said, but stopped mid sentence, his eyes widening. "Wait wait wait! Baby there she goes!"

Fallon whirled around just in time to see Penny slinking into an abandoned apartment building, and she and Sweet Pea broke into a sprint after the Ghoulie.

Fallon stopped at the door of the building, a hand on Sweet Pea's arm. "Stay here. I'll be back soon."

Sweet Pea glared down at her, his eyes burning into hers. "No. I'm not letting you go down by yourself. If this goes bad, we're going down together. You and me. We're a team."

"You go get Malachi. That's your fight. You're ground control. You and Wiley. But don't worry, I got this. I got you." She grinned.

Sweet Pea reached down and kissed his wife, long and desperate. "You come back to me." He said harshly, and she smirked. "Always, Jonah."

Fallon coughed as the smoke filled her lungs upon entering the stairwell, and for a moment she sort of regretted her smoking habit. She made it up to the roof, and she realized too late that Penny had lured her into a death trap.

Through the pollution the flames below them were causing, Fallon was filled with rage when she saw a blonde woman with an eyepatch over her left eye approach her, a vicious looking knife in her hand and the handle of a gun protruding from her studded belt.

"Howdy, Fal. How's the kid and the hubs?" Penny Peabody called, the falsely jaunty tone doing nothing to hide the malice in her eye.

"None of your business, Penny." Fallon spat, not even trying to mask her tone.

"Ouch, and they say I'm the mean one." Penny sighed, nonchalantly spinning her knife in and out of her fingers. "By the way, I think your Serpents are absolutely adorable; putting up such a good fight against my Ghoulies. It's a bummer though," she said, making Fallon raise an eyebrow. "A real shame they won't make it to the sunrise."

Fallon saw red.

"You don't fuck with my family." She snarled, and slid her knife from her belt. Penny smiled evilly, running a hand through her ratty hair. "Ooooh, a good old fashioned knife fight! You ready to go slow and painful? Because that's how we do it over here."

Fallon let out a hissing breath through her teeth, the smoke burning her throat; as she fixed Penny with a piercing stare.

"No, I choose how I die tonight. And if I do, you can bet your ass I'll be takin' you with me."

Dimly aware of the smoke and flames that were getting increasingly worse, Fallon faced her opponent and waited. She would let Penny make the first move.

Don't fuck up don't fuck up don't fuck up.

Penny moved.

Fallon jerked back, aside. The slicing meant for her jaw whizzed by in a blur of steel. From the corner of her eye, she saw Penny's other arm begin an upward trajectory. She ducked this time, and felt her hair ruffle with the force of it.