slaugh′ter·er
/slô′tər/
1; The killing of a large number of people; a massacre
2; To kill in a violent or brutal manner.
3; What Ava is in order to survive.
She was many things before the other's came. But she had to change for the better or worse...
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━━I signed as I rinsed out my hair.
The sound of the bathroom door squeak let me know that it was pulled opened and my eyes flutter open, the air suddenly feeling tense as I lifted up my hand and pulled the handle down, shutting off the water.
"Whose there?!" I called out, turning around and getting into a fighting stance in case somebody tried to attack me.
There was a slight pause before I got an answer.
"Just me."
I signed, "What do you want, Zombie?" I called out, extending my hand and pushing back the shower curtain.
When I stepped out, I heard him gulp, my towel was in his hands as he quickly asserted his eyes to the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"I wanted to apologize for before." He started, extending my towel out towards me.
I scoffed, taking it with attitude before starting to dry myself.
I saw him tilt his head. Still keeping his eyes up, and even though it was dark, I appreciated him for not looking even though we have seen each other naked before.
I opened my mouth, "You think I give a fuck about th-"
I let out a yelp as he grabbed my wrist and pulled my naked body into his fully clothed one.
My eyes widened, "Ben what the hell are you doing!" I hissed, hugging my towel so I could hide my body as much as I could.
He didn't respond, his brown orbs staring deep into my blue eyes before he leaned down and pressed his lips onto mine.
My eyes widened once again, my heart thumping hard as his lips moved against my stilled ones.
My eyes suddenly fluttered closed and I kissed him back, my stomach doing cartwheels as his tongue entered my mouth, his hands trailing down my back and onto my waist pulling me more into him.
I let out a moan as he slipped something into my mouth, my mind swirling with thoughts as I moved my hands from my towel, letting it drop onto the floor before moving my hands up his hair. Pulling slowly on it.
Suddenly his lips weren't on mine, his hands leaving my waist and my hands dropping onto my sides as if it wasn't tangible.
My eyes shot open from the lost of contact, watching as he spun on his heels and pulled the door opened, exiting and letting it close shut after him.
"What the shit." I mumbled before smacking the mint gum he slipped into my mouth.
Son of a bitch.
I rushed as I grabbed and put on my underwear and bra, struggling as the clasp kept coming undone.
Once I got it to stay put I pulled the straps up and onto my shoulders moving to follow after him, not caring about the looks I got from the other squads as I stopped in front of Zombie who was now sitting on Dumbo's bunk.
I waited until he looked up at me before glaring, watching as red instantaneously tinting his cheeks at the sight of me.
"What the fuck?" I asked, crossing my arms.
He smirked, "What?" he questioned, his eyebrows farrowed as he tried to play it off.
Fine two can play this game.
I smirked my self, "so you're gonna act stupid now?"
He sighed and stood up, towering over me.
"I have no clue on what your implying." He said, his eyes running over my half naked body.
I'll kill this little mother fucker right now.
"Don't get it twisted Benjamin." I let slip out, watching as he tensed, his eyes widening before he glared.
He stepped closer so he was pressed against me.
KILL HIM, KILLLLL HIMMM!
Everyone went silent letting me know I crossed a demarcation but I was feeling very contentious at the moment and so be it if I had to act errant.
"I can read you so easily like the back of my hand, don't try to over usurp me...things will get ugly and that stunt you pulled in the bathroom will only make things worse between us." I said looking him straight in the eyes.
When he didn't respond I took that as my vainglorious win and turned around moving my way towards my bunk.
I grabbed my white plain shirt, pulling the soft fabric over my head.
"Your ass is-"
I spun around, glaring at Flintstone.
He knew I was temperamental and yet he was acting ludicrous and this time he wouldn't get out of it unscathed.
He shut his mouth upon meeting my gaze and lifted his arms as I advanced towards him with contempt.
Before I could commit harm Zombie decided to be an arbiter and grabbed my arm earning him a right hook that had all my weight into it, throwing him onto his ass.
I huffed as he yelled out in pain.
"Shit." He groaned out before turning towards me.
"STOW YOUR SHIT RIGHT NOW!"
I turned around and started walking towards the bathroom ignoring the stares I got.
"don't fucking touch me unless you want to end up like that."
