One Word | H.S.

Chapter Fifty

The newest decade of chapters.

It's Pretty Boy and Red's world; we're just livin' in it.

Also, Levi's.

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Pretty Boy's POV | Present Day

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Love.

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I'm going to fucking shoot anything that crosses me.

My breath is completely hitched in my already dried throat as the son-of-a-bitch stands inches away from Red, his lips pursed into a malicious smirk. His curly hair is cascaded over his annoying forehead, a glimmering pocket knife twirling on his upturned pointer finger as he's itching to be shot, fuckin' itching.

Frozen in spot, Levi looks as though everything he's supposedly worked for is crumbling beneath his tired feet. The doomed fire lightens the right side of his body as Cade keeps his arm pressed against Red's chest, both of them acting as human shields.

I can't move, I can't think.

There's nothing more terrifying than seeing the people you love on the brink of catastrophe, the devil standing before the group of fallen angels with nothing but impure intentions.

The weaponed gun in my hand shakes tremendously, my eyes blinking more than normal to hopefully wake from this god-forsaken nightmare. Mentally pinching my upper arm with wishful thinking, write this off as an episode or an attack.

But, it's not. This is real.

"Harry, buddy!" The Pussy Devil shouts from his stood position, motioning me over with his waving arm as my jaw snaps together. "C'mere, it's a party now!" His eyes are hooked on Red as I strengthen my hold on the gun.

One single, additional word and the tombstone business will make a sale.

Time is ungraciously running in slow circles, the clocks all incorrect as I'm unable to keep up. Automatically thinking about Cade, my stomach falls to my toes as his spare inhaler's in the car and his asthma will most-likely act up if the stress grows too potent.

"Harry, don't move a fuckin' muscle," Levi speaks through gritted teeth, his cheeks already inflaming with an enraged red as I don't want to listen, but need to put those issues on pause.

I'll kill him later, pretty fuckin' busy right now.

Jensen playfully raises his eyebrows as he tosses around the blade, acting shocked from the quick response spoken by his supposed enemy. "Dead Boy's got a mouth on him," He sneers as I stand taller, ready to aim this gun right for his fucking head.

Though, Levi's right. My aim isn't the best, and if I accidentally miss, then we'll have many more unsolvable problems. Especially with the Ruby stood awfully close to him, I'm too terrified to take that risk.

"Alive, idiot," Levi rolls his eyes in annoyance as his ego is more-than-likely taking charge. "I'm so clearly alive, but I wish you weren't. Fuck, can someone kill him? H, pass me the gun when you get the chance, I'm bored." I have no fucking idea what his plan is, why he's riling up Jensen more than needed.