gallivant~hs

gal·li·vant
verb
To wander aimlessly in search of pleasure

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"Victor Hail." I look at the man strapped to the chair. "I've heard quite a few stories about you" I smirk as I place the tip of my blade to his chest. He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get away from the blade.

I stiffle a laugh and bring the knife away from him, crossing my arms and tapping my chin with the tip of it.

His eyes dart to my right and widen, not a second later I feel a presence beside me. Before I can fully register what's going on I shove my elbow to the side, hitting the person. I hear a grunt come from the person, the tone immediately telling me it's a guy.

I stick my blade into his side and pull it out quickly, a bit of blood splattering onto my cheek. I toss the knife up and catch it in my other hand, turning my body and holding the tip of the knife to the guy's throat.

I hear Victor gasp at the five second exchange. I look at the man in front of me, his eyes are squeezed shut and his hands are up. I can hear his quick, shaky breaths. He looks maybe in his early twenties, his blonde hair has roots beginning to grow in, which tells me its dyed.

"What the hell?!" I hear from behind the blonde boy.

Wait- is that...

I dart my eyes to the side and meet his green emerald eyes.

"Hi, darling"