It was evening when Shalnark and the others gathered. Feitan had been acting in a manner all the other spider could only consider strange, nervously fidgeting every so often and mumbling to himself in his native tongue. Trying to make the space he considered his own look a little more inviting, he swept and cleaned the glass of the building, leaving machi baffled as she observes and speaks with the others.
"I wonder what the hell has the shorty in a frenzy. He's more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs." Shalnark chuckles, looking around to make sure everyone else was busy before leaning in and mumbling.
"Pretty sure he has a crush on the new girl. Bleeding angel seemed to make a real impression on him." She snorts, shaking her head and grumbling.
"Bullshit. You know he doesn't have any capacity to love with what he does... but I'll take you up on a bet." Shalnark agrees, chuckling when Kortopi returns with the younger girl. He looked quite pained, and she looked rather pissed, hissing at him to leave her alone. The look of menace slipping through Feitan at the girl's discomfort and violent aura makes the room pause. The two being so close physically, Appolymi held the fear of being attacked. She misunderstood his aura and fled into the shadows, leaving only Kortopi to deal with the backlash.
"Stay away from her." Kortopi frowns a bit, tilting his head.
"If I don't want to?" Feitan glares, looking cold, and Shalnark chuckles.
"Guys.... guys, we know the rules. No fighting amongst the spider. If you two disagree, you flip a coin." He produces a golden coin piece, the size of a fifty cent coin, one side with a spider, the other a web. "Since Feitan challenged, we'll let him call it."
"Heads." Shalnark nods, flipping the coin. It lands in his palm, spider side up, and he gives Kortopi a small smile.
"Sorry, Feitan wins. You gotta leave her be now." Machi huffs, shrugging as she leans against the wall.
"Looks like shorty scared her. She may have assumed you wanted to hurt her. May want to give chase." Feitan, who's silver eyes glinted coldly, narrow as he disappears in a blur. He was desperate to find the young woman he had suddenly grown quite possessive of, as the dark tendrils of thoughts invaded his mind.
Mine.... she's mine. Nobody else's. How dare Kortopi lay his filthy hands on her.
He pauses briefly, suddenly startled by the thought, and huffs, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He can't show up angry or she'd run again... and she doesn't even know he has an interest yet. Clicking his tongue, he suddenly snaps his head to the west, hearing the screams of dying people. Realizing the tracks he was following went that way, he headed off.
He knew this was a problem, and if the boss found out, he'd be pissed. It wasn't Feitan's typical nature to get attached, but when he does, it's quick, possessive, and deadly to any who interfere.
Deadly much like the scene before him.
Appolymi had been attacked, each cut making her body glow crimson with blood and nen. Doll's First Hope was in action, stitching her back together. Men were randomly attacking one another, likely the affect of Angel's Second Voice. She was huddled in a small ball, crying, trying to stay quiet until she could escape.
To say Feitan was pissed was an understatement. The men before him had hurt what he considered his, and even worse, it was a person under the protection of the spider. Blood poured from wounds delivered in the blink of an eye, the men dead around the two. He clicks his tongue once again, gently scooping up the small girl in his arms. Looking down, he frowns behind his covering before he mumbles.
"No run off. Bad idea. Makes me fix it later." Despite the botched sentencing, she understood, nodding and clinging to him tightly.
"I won't run off again. I'm sorry, feitan.... you scared me is all. Why were you mad?" He grumbles, steel grey once again calm and boring into her as he moves toward base.
"Kortopi. He upset you. Taken care of now." Nodding, she gives a soft mumble of thanks, snuggling in to fall asleep.
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The Sadist And The Bleeding Angel
FanfictionWARNINGS! SERIOUS MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, DEATH, TORTURE, GORE, ADULT CONTENT, FOUL LANGUAGE, AND MORE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION! It all started in Greed Island. FEITAN. He's a sadist. A torturer. A killer. A thief. He didn't mind any of those titles, re...