Post by Darcy on Aug 24, 2011 13:53:23 GMT -5
((you have to listen to this song while reading this, kay))
Seven heaved a sigh. Since when had she become this gangs…mother. Everyone talked back to her, it pissed her off. Mat was off somewhere, and left her in change, but they didn’t listen to her, they were all Mat’s pets. They respected Stanley though, because Stanley was Mat’s apprentice, but Seven had been at one point too. That didn’t matter, she helped him start this gang, as he treated her like some sort of a rookie, she had had enough of it. She was sitting in the big arm chair, that had been warn out so much, she sunk into it, it was comfortable her favorite spot. She was being Lazy, but she did a lot for this gang, she deserved a day off every once and a while. And that’s why, when one of the boys, he was a good year or two older than Seven, but he was a true rookie. He raised his voice “Hey Seven, Shouldn’t you be like doing something or something.” Seven stood up, stalked over to him and looked up at him, all of her Five foot Six inches paired up to his at least Six feet height. “What was that?” she asked. “Well, you’re lazy all the time.” The boy laughed. “You say I should be doing something for our gang…okay.” Swiftly she slid her hand into her jacket and grabbed a knife, One quick slide a deep incision down his torso. He yelped in pain, and seven would go over the wound again and again with the knife until his insides spilled out and into the ground, caking her feet, and all of him. The blood freckled Seven, the boy was dead.
Mat whom had been out walked in only two see this. “What the FUCK?” Seven shrugged and turned towards him, sliding her knife back where it belonged inside her jacket. “I didn’t like how he was talking to me.” No empathy in her voice, no it was…muse, humor. You can’t just kill our Rookies!” Mat yelped. Seven made some kind of a fake pouting face “I can’t but that’s all the fun,” She let out a loud childish whine, grabbing the same knife and tossing it at another boy standing by the window, she giggled a little when it took him by surprise and went through his thigh, the artery, he’d bleed to death, “FUCKING STOP IT SEVEN!” Mat snarled, “No, Seven replied, letting out a chortle of sarcastic laughter. Grabbing the knife she walked to the door. “I’m outta here bitches” she yowled, leaving the building.
Seven walked down the streets shamelessly. Sporting the blood as though it was the newest fashion statement. Humming to herself, smirking. She knew the word would travel fast and she wanted to get one more fight in before they kicked her out for not being in a gang. She bounded towards a back alley and down stairs to a basement, opening the door. It was pretty much a fight club. Seven loved it. She would proceed to walk over to a guy, he was just about as good as you got, and seven wanted to leave with glory “I want to fight you” she would proclaim.
He laughed “You’re good Seven, but I don’t want to hurt you.” Seven shrugged “Come on” Seven pleaded, and without a word he throw the first punch, getting her right across the face. Letting out a yelp Seven would fight back, this would continue for a few minutes, a half an hour. But Seven was no match for him, he knocked her too the ground a few times only to have her get up again, but she was exhausted, she was done, “O-okay!” she would hiss “Y-you win” The fighting would stop, and a girl one of the many whom had stopped to watch this fight “S-Seven you’re not in a gang any more” she would snitch
And Seven was cast out like a stray, caked with dried blood from earlier and her own blood from the fight.
Seven heaved a sigh. Since when had she become this gangs…mother. Everyone talked back to her, it pissed her off. Mat was off somewhere, and left her in change, but they didn’t listen to her, they were all Mat’s pets. They respected Stanley though, because Stanley was Mat’s apprentice, but Seven had been at one point too. That didn’t matter, she helped him start this gang, as he treated her like some sort of a rookie, she had had enough of it. She was sitting in the big arm chair, that had been warn out so much, she sunk into it, it was comfortable her favorite spot. She was being Lazy, but she did a lot for this gang, she deserved a day off every once and a while. And that’s why, when one of the boys, he was a good year or two older than Seven, but he was a true rookie. He raised his voice “Hey Seven, Shouldn’t you be like doing something or something.” Seven stood up, stalked over to him and looked up at him, all of her Five foot Six inches paired up to his at least Six feet height. “What was that?” she asked. “Well, you’re lazy all the time.” The boy laughed. “You say I should be doing something for our gang…okay.” Swiftly she slid her hand into her jacket and grabbed a knife, One quick slide a deep incision down his torso. He yelped in pain, and seven would go over the wound again and again with the knife until his insides spilled out and into the ground, caking her feet, and all of him. The blood freckled Seven, the boy was dead.
Mat whom had been out walked in only two see this. “What the FUCK?” Seven shrugged and turned towards him, sliding her knife back where it belonged inside her jacket. “I didn’t like how he was talking to me.” No empathy in her voice, no it was…muse, humor. You can’t just kill our Rookies!” Mat yelped. Seven made some kind of a fake pouting face “I can’t but that’s all the fun,” She let out a loud childish whine, grabbing the same knife and tossing it at another boy standing by the window, she giggled a little when it took him by surprise and went through his thigh, the artery, he’d bleed to death, “FUCKING STOP IT SEVEN!” Mat snarled, “No, Seven replied, letting out a chortle of sarcastic laughter. Grabbing the knife she walked to the door. “I’m outta here bitches” she yowled, leaving the building.
Seven walked down the streets shamelessly. Sporting the blood as though it was the newest fashion statement. Humming to herself, smirking. She knew the word would travel fast and she wanted to get one more fight in before they kicked her out for not being in a gang. She bounded towards a back alley and down stairs to a basement, opening the door. It was pretty much a fight club. Seven loved it. She would proceed to walk over to a guy, he was just about as good as you got, and seven wanted to leave with glory “I want to fight you” she would proclaim.
He laughed “You’re good Seven, but I don’t want to hurt you.” Seven shrugged “Come on” Seven pleaded, and without a word he throw the first punch, getting her right across the face. Letting out a yelp Seven would fight back, this would continue for a few minutes, a half an hour. But Seven was no match for him, he knocked her too the ground a few times only to have her get up again, but she was exhausted, she was done, “O-okay!” she would hiss “Y-you win” The fighting would stop, and a girl one of the many whom had stopped to watch this fight “S-Seven you’re not in a gang any more” she would snitch
And Seven was cast out like a stray, caked with dried blood from earlier and her own blood from the fight.