𝓣𝓪𝓹 𝓜𝓮
She was driving pleasure from their fury. She was laughing, smiling up at Micah and urging him forward. For a moment, as he was crouched and looking right into her eyes, staring at his glossed reflection, his smile disappeared. He was actually comparable to her.
He’d been too blinded by rage to see Rain come up almost quietly, placing her smaller hand on his broad shoulder. His head snapped around to yell but as she looked up at him innocently, speaking his name softly, his features began to soften.
“Don’t listen to her! The only thing you’ll regret is letting me get away, now wouldn’t you. Make me pay…”
Micah snarled and sharply turned his head back to her.
“Shut up,”
“Micah, she’s just trying to make you mad. Just let her go.”
Micah’s grip on her hair tightened and the muscles in his jaw rolled until he finally let out a unsatisfied grunt and let go.
He watched Austin step forward, hand outstrecthed. It took everything in Micah not to slap it away for offering help to the traitor.
Except that wasn’t his intention.
He lifted his foot and directed it at her gut, leaving her laughing maniacally once again.
“Austin! Stop it!” Amara screamed, rushing forward.
Haeven had beat her to it, pushing through and actually getting Micah to take a step back.
“You fools are making this enjoyable for her. We’ve got to do the opposite.” Amara and her crew all stopped, taking sighs of relief at the thought of some type of order being restored.
Micah ran a hand along his jaw and began walking back and forth, his eyes closely staying on Mabel.
“What? You wanna talk her ear off? Surround her with pretty flowers? Hate to burst your sparkly bubble princess, but that doesn’t exactly scream justice to me-”
Micah’s eyes widened as he stopped pacing, his hands lifted up to his shoulders as Haeven slapped and screamed at the girl.
“Well then,” he muttered, letting his arms fall back down to his sides. “Welcome to the judgement day team. Who wants to make t-shirts?”
The room had gone somewhat quiet as Haeven began her interrogation. Micah tilted his head and narrowed his eyes as he watched curiously.
*“Don’t get me wrong, I’d just love to see you hurt. Trust me. But the issue here is that you like that…for some weird reason.” *
“Who cares?” Micah finally stated with a scoff. “If she wants to laugh like a crazy clown as she dies, that’s her problem.”
But then Haeven was actually on to something. He furrowed his brows and walked to her side, looking down at her before glancing over at Mabel.
“Water?”
@Alex
@BlackBlood
@RainyDay
@/everyone else