bennie and the jets // gyro x reader

psycho killer

The Steel Ball Run race was a first in history, nobody can predict anything that could happen. Whether it is with a machine or with horse, no human has ever raced without rest and against competition for 70 km to 100 km per day for a total distance of 6,000km. It was the sort of challenge people only raised to meet at the bribe of 50,000,000 dollars up for grabs. That's the reason almost everyone came to the starting line, to get rich, despite the very real chance of them not even making it to the finish line. But underneath the façade of the race was much more sinister truth, a hidden motive for certain players. The type of dark secrets and cataclysmic danger she thrived for with every bone in her body. They say curiosity killed the cat, so they will have to kill her nine times over.

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She was well aware of the price of admission for the Steel Ball Run, but it didn't piss her off any less. For months (months!) she worked her ass off to gain enough money to get into the race, working overtime any opportunity she had. Her wage was abysmal as the pay for women was laughable, especially someone like her who refused to flaunt herself for higher pay (she had respect for those workers but she was shy goddammit!) She worked tirelessly for that 1,200 dollar fee, nearly falling to her knees in sheer relief when she was handed that last paycheck.

All for naught, apparently, as it was yoinked from her clammy hands almost immediately upon getting within range of registration. Her vision narrowed as she zeroed in on the man counting through her money on his bay colored palomino horse.

Now, it's to be expected that she would get pissed off. I mean, come on, she's been given dirty looks, dirty propositions and covered in dirty spit in order to get that fucking money. Additionally in this scenario, she was a person who was naturally quite quick to anger. Short tempered (but aware of it! She's working on it!) and harnessed with far, far too much ammunition to properly calmly assess her situation with a level head. Wouldn't it be so fun to properly retaliate after months and months of shit treatment??

Screw consequences! Fuck this guy! (Yeah!) She was wound up and ready to beat the shit out of this ugly fuck, she might even push him off his horse!!

"I'll be taking that little lady, thanks for working so hard for me~ women shouldn't be in races like this anyway. Say, how about instead you meet me at the finish line. Might as well make yourself useful and cook me a nice victory meal in something sexy." The dirty man sang in a seductive manner, looking down at her whilst sticking his tongue out and making a 'rero rero rero' sound. Oh, she was most certainly going to do much more than just make him fall off his horse.

Fuck! She had been in the middle of something!!! Now she was pissed, she had been in such a good mood! Her previous task had been saddling up her horse and getting ready to go through horse prints at administration. But oh, how life had better plans for her. She twisted her face into a wide grin that made her eyes fold up into half-moons with the sheer magnitude of the fake smile. Oh she was so fucking pissed right now, he didn't know the half of it.

Nearby, a man in a wheelchair seemed to notice what was going on. His expression was terribly grim as a woman, who he perceived to be quite small and weak, was facing up against a man much larger and stronger harassing her. He definitely thought that was it for her. He hovered around her peripherals with that pitying look on his face, and she took notice through her still squinted and twitching eye. Now there was an audience! What the fuck!!!!

Did they all expect her to just fucking give up? Just because a man was the one who took her (hard earned!) cash?? That, rightfully, pissed her off even further. Oh America, how you never disappoint.

There was no way in hell this was the end of the line for her and she needed to establish that fact right now even if it drew some attention. She was here for a reason! She spent countless hours working her ass off to get into this race, to follow her mysteries and government schemes. This was far from her last moment.

"Ooooh that's right baby just keep smiling for me sexy. That's just how I like them~" The man said, lightly fanning himself with her wad of cash (her cash!)

Her smile dropped into neutrality as she let go of her horse's reins very abruptly. Her eyes slid shut as she wiped non-existent dust off on to her chaps and cracked a few knuckles. She sighed softly, massaging her right shoulder briefly before completely disappearing from view.

The man blinked.

And then her knee was in his jaw, spewing teeth and sinew out of his mouth.

That tongue, that was still hanging out of his mouth like a dog, was now suddenly about six feet away on the dusty, sandy ground.

He screamed and she grinned so beautifully feral, eyes disappearing into half-moons once more. Blood was continuously spurting out of where that tongue had once been, dying his teeth with a red-brown hue. The cash he has stolen off of her dropped to the ground as he frantically grasped at his face and made pathetic wailing noises. His horse reared and attempted to frantically buck off its hysterical owner.

As her feet hit the ground once more she sighed happily and scooped up her cash, dodging a falling body and frantic horse hooves. Her eyebrows crinkled a bit once she realized there was some blood staining her money but shrugged it off, figuring they probably got much of the same at the registration booth. She lifted a wrist to wipe some blood from her face but it did little but smear a streak sideways across her cheek. More people had gathered and officials had started to rush over to see what all of the commotion was about, but she had little care for that. Picking up her horse's reins again she steered the animal-- who was happily munching away on grass --to head towards printing.

As a surge of people rushed the scene to catch a glimpse of what had happened, there were only two people besides her not following the mass. As she walked opposite of everyone she passed them, standing there stationary and following her with their eyes. She didn't pay them more than a glance, flipping through her money to make sure all was there. However, she did notice the tires of a wheelchair and the shadow of a wide-brimmed hat full of holes.

What a strange hat.

Updated ver. as of 9/27/24