He's out his head, I'm out my mind
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(Y/n) Stark
Love is such an interesting concept. A kind of hoax for two struggling souls to cling to each other.
I never believed in it.
Never will.
But I can't deny I'll never feel.
For a long time I've been on my own, nothing in my mind but killing for pleasures and surviving just for the sake of it. But now he's walking with me, side by side, a partner in crime.
I'm sure it's wrong for me to be asking someone to kill people with me, but he already found out my secrets and proven himself to be more useful alive than in my snake's digestive system.
And I can't kill him for some reason, so I don't know what's wrong with me.
Loki's whereabouts are pretty unpredictable, so I have to take my chances, if my guess is right, it's going to be crowded.
"Alright, Peter." I look back at him in my car after I parked, then mess his hair and clothes up.
"Woah..." He gets all red. Just because of this? Ha, wonder what he'd do if I tear all his clothes off.
"Slow down, big boy. We're going into a club, you shouldn't look too neat."
Could be a nice expression to see... and if I cut his throat right after, what the facial expression would be?
Who am I kidding, I cried like a bitch when I thought he was dead after I pounded him to the floor. I let that thought go.
"A club you say?" He looks out the car's window. To the neon light sigh surrounded by people, it says MISCHIEF. "He's hiding in here?"
"He owns it actually. He has a place near my neighborhood where he murders people, but I doubt after that talk we had he will kill someone tonight. So there's a chance he'll be here."
"This doesn't look like an ordinary nightclub."
"Yeah, the people getting through have to worship Satan."
"What?"
"It's a satanic dancing club..."
"That even a thing...?"
"I don't know. He profits off it, that's what he said. He provided me money to do my killings, and I didn't care where it came from."
"And you've been here before?"
"He never lets me. Said I'd be too exposed. But I know enough how to get inside. That's why I need you to look like a worshipper of Satan. Now, look at me."
He smiles at me, presenting himself cutely. By the looks of it, the guards would think he believes in Santa more than Satan.
"Nah, that won't work. You look too pure." I bite my nails.
"I can... act grumpy." He tries to help by acting grumpy. It doesn't help.
