𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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Abi's grip tightens around Ellie-Marie the moment that first mask comes off.
There's a special sort of hatred that catches itself cutting through the fear once she processes the sound Buffy makes, hands balled into fists that she suddenly feels much more confident with despite not having a knife. Iron tinges her tastebuds as she bares her teeth Ethan's way, blindly thrusting one hand back to grab for her sister.
"You son of a bitch," she spits out, voice barely rising above a growl. "You're such a piece of shit. You hear me, Ethan? You're a sick motherfucker. You and your fucking dad, both of you deserve to burn in hell!"
Ethan doesn't offer any sort of reaction to her declaration, his smile more taunting than amused as he lowers his head. For a blinding instant Ellie is nearly reminded of a bull before it charges, her heart skipping a beat for reasons she can't understand.
"We'll see how long you keep that up, Riley," he sing songs, spinning his knife in his hand before turning to the hooded figure beside him.
