Of Monsters And Men | Discontinued |

Episode Seventeen - Black Sky

She walks into the apartment with the men at each others throats.

"Just say it." The man in black growls, hardly even tilting his head in her direction. She peers over the side of the landing, before clambering over the railing awkwardly, thudding against the floor. Three bags nearly slip from her hands. Her feet don't even stumble, Rot cementing her into place. She sets the bags on the counter. The men, pausing only because of her entrance, go right back to arguing. She mostly ignores them, busying herself with shoving the groceries where they seem to fit.

"You know about Fisk?"

She pauses, twisting around and staring at them.

The old man scoffs. "I know a lot of shit. This beer, for example, sucks. Kid, you get me anything?" He turns his head to look at her. With a lurch, Rot pushes the bottle from her stomach. She catches it, shoving it on the counter. The man raises his brows. "That is some weird shit."

"After all your talk about cutting friends loose, and now you need one." The man in black says, voice bitter. She shrugs.

"I don't need a friend. I need a soldier. Committed. Not some bleeding heart idealist hanging onto half measures." He swipes the bottle, cracking it open. He sniffs it and nods. "Good choice, kid."

"You don't know anything about what I'm doing here."

"Kid, in war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you. How many men have you killed protecting this city? You're still afraid to cross that line. Someday, it's gonna come down to you or the other guy. If it's not Fisk, somebody else. What're you gonna do then?" The old man asks, tilting his head, throwing back a large swig of the random bottle she got. She tears open a bag of pretzels m&ms, tossing a small handful into her mouth. She likes how they crunch.

"Yeah, a Russian asshole asked me the same thing recently right before he died." The man in black says, moving himself into the kitchen. He nabs a ber from the fridge, not giving her any sort of attention or acknowledgement. She decides that no attention is better than being hated by him. He tilts his head, sniffing slightly, before leaving the kitchen. She shrugs to herself.

"Are you the one that put him in the ground?"

"No."

"Half measures, Matty." He sighs. "Ah, screw it. Ride with me tonight help me destroy Black Sky, keep it off the streets, and I promise you this Wilson Fisk will know the taste of fear the day he faces you 'cause he'll know that you kicked the guy he's afraid of right in the nuts. What do you say, Matty? You too, kid."

"One rule. You don't kill anybody." The man in black threatens, pointing a finger at the other mans face. He sighs.

"I swear I will not kill anyone. Pussy."

The man in black turns towards her. "And you don't-" He pauses, face screwed up in disgust. "Don't eat anyone."

"Rot isn't hungry." Evren supplies, much too snidely to go unnoticed. "Not that you can do anything about it," She adds, tossing another handful of m&ms into her mouth. Rot laughs, unabashedly loudly between her ears. It slinks down her arms, sucking in several m&ms through her skin. She flicks the green blob. It wriggles at her, angrily, before fading into her skin. "He likes chocolate, though. Maybe you can get on his good side, eh?"

Rot grins using her mouth, eyeing the man in black, Matty, wolfishly.