i'm after YOU.

redrumrunaway:

          a simple agreement could never hurt anyone, now could it? he would untie her, and in return she would run. there was a low chance she would actually survive the chase, but he’s not the one to tempt fate. his emeralds stare at her for some time, acknowledging how she lacks fear. that’s okay. HE’LL SHOW HER WHY SHE NEEDS TO BE AFRAID. he walks around the trunk of the tree, lowering his axe so the blade can connect with the rope on her wrists. he moves the weapon delicately in order to saw the rope off, which eventually happens. then he swings the axe up so it can fit comfortably in both hands. ❝ z’is is z’e part v’where you RUN. ❞

ultraplantprincxss:

          it was but a simple gesture. the light pat upon his head could have been taken any way. for now he’ll take it as a sign of trust, which he plans to exploit. when she walks away, he follows, but remaining at a fair distance to make sure he doesn’t make her uneasy with his presence. but she should be, though. no one should like the wolf. ❝ v’what are you doing, if i may ask? ❞

          ❝ alright, alright... now just- STAY. ❞ he treats his suspect as if she’s a dog, but he can’t help it. he’s never been in a room with a suspect before. no one would allow him to. but he’s got a good one. he believes the volatile butcher is... intimate with this woman, who is now currently handcuffed to the frame of his bed. this should hold her. ❝ listen, i wanna make this easy for you, okay? you’re in a far more comfy space than you would be at the office. just-- fuck, tell me where the damn volatile butcher is! ❞

peterpcrkour:

         even though he had been so RUDELY interrupted, he unfittingly didn’t mind it. the web that now encases his hand renders him down a limb. ah. viktor wasn’t that much of a talker anyways. he now senses weakness. vulnerability. the hero doesn’t like the fact he’s staring at so many bodies, and that’s just the kicker. he’ll use this weakness to his advantage.

         his laugh begins low, it only growing louder as he exaggerates his body movements. shoulders shake from his maniacal chuckling. he strides close.... closer.... yet closer..... this spider will regret his venom not being poisonous. ❝ Не будет больше. Не будет больше и она будет вашей неисправности. ❞

          as soon as emmett came into work, his boss was waiting for him. while others took it as a bad sign, he didn’t. every time he saw his boss waiting for him he hoped that it would be for a promotion. promotion was key for him-- you see. he kept on getting partnered up and all he wanted was to do a solo case. he wanted to show everyone he didn’t need a chaperone. he wanted to show everyone he could handle a huge assignment, just like his big sister catherine could. when he’s led into his boss’s office, he prepares himself.

          come on...!

          he had a dream that today, in particular, would be special.

          but something special wasn’t at all what he had been requested.

          ❝ what?! ❞ emmett objects. ❝ you promoted DANIEL? out of all people?! he’s only been here for six months and he gets it instead?! ❞ his objections are quickly quieted with a stern look from his boss. his boss then goes on to tell him how a new recruit is coming in, and he wants emmett to show her around. to be her partner. great. another one.

          after a very one-sided conversation (he knows not to argue anymore. he’s already so low on the boss’s list. anything he says just makes things worse.), emmett then waits for his new partner at the doors. he can’t believe this. he feels like some cheap whore. how humiliating. he folds his arms stubbornly over his broad chest, and as soon as the newbie walks in, he makes sure she’s greeted with a very unpleasant vibe.

          ❝ welcome to the rest of your goddamn miserable life. ❞

thesharpestsmile:

          the joker seems surprised he has awaited his arrival. how... humorous. surely he must know how this thing works. the predator gets the prey to come to him, not vice versa. the next comment receives but a simple scoff from viktor, as if he’s clearly amused. he would be, but the clown hasn’t been slaughtered yet. only then would this whole game leave some satisfaction in his gut. (he’s hoping. he’s begging.) he turns away slightly, moving his body 3/4ths of a way to face his weapons. oh whichever shall he choose...?

          viktor doesn’t reply for the longest time. it nearly seems as if he’s ignoring the other, but they both know that isn’t the case. it’s been established that the russian isn’t much of a talker, and it’s only a wonder when he does. he looks at all his knives... he remembers how many times he’s polished them and sharpened them just for this moment. the light from the lamp reflects off them with a perfect shine. they look tempting, and yet--- he knows they won’t suffice this time.

          ❝ my knives.... ❞ he repeats lowly, glancing at the clown for only a moment. the look in his eye says it all. ❝ couldn’t be MORE sick of you. someone else v’wants to play... ❞ but who? he stares at the other criminal long enough to see him withdraw a specialized knife, and then it hits him. he needs a different kind of blade for this. he needs to make sure that mr. humpty-dumpty can’t be put back together again....

          looking at his weapons again, a long arm stretches out to grab his axe. the axe had lost all complexion long ago, but it still remains close to him. despite all its imperfections, it makes it up through the performances. how many bodies has he cut to bits using this very weapon...? a dozen? two dozen? he’s sure one more body won’t matter. he steps back a few paces, his chest rising as his head leans back. emeralds stare a hole right through the other, his smile widening into a hysterical grin. ❝ come and get me, joker.... ❞