A toy lasso laid idly on a kitchen counter, of a luxurious household not too far from a river. Next to other kitchen utensils readied to be washed by the petite maid standing in front of the sink.
The black haired woman hummed softly to a sweet Melody as she fondled with the knife in her hand, carefully rinsing it's sharp edges. Her focus solely on the object in front of her, so much so that she failed to realise the cunning red haired boy snatch the lasso from the kitchen table.
The maid dedicatedly continued, with the intent cleaning of the knife whilst the child hiked up to his bedroom. Shutting the door slightly behind him, crawling excitedly under the sheets not sparing a single moment.
"Toy story movie night can't be complete without my lasso." The kid announced with a wide grin surfacing on his face, as his energetic fingers tapped play on his tablet, plugging his air pods in each ear.
"Leon! Dinner!." The frail voice of the maid downstairs called out, the knife tightly gripped in her left hand.
"Leon..." She called out taking careful steps up the stairs towards the child's bedroom, refusing to part with the knife. With each step, her rhythmic humming sounded fainter and the sound of her shoe against the marble flooring enhanced.
"Leon." She crooned softly, pushing the door open slightly, her sliver forward facing knife peaking out of the door, glistening in the dark room.
"Are you awake?." Asked the tender woman, her eyes zeroing on the stiff boy stretched out under the blue covers.
The sound of a tree branch slapping the window of the bedroom, whilst shaking it's leaves due to the wind. The sound compensated for the deafening silence which encompassed the child's bedroom.
She proceeded to take gentle steps towards the child, kicking whatever toys blocked her path to the curve. Her vision trained on the open window, the cool breeze made the bedroom far too cold.
The maid sat beside the sleeping child, pulling the covers slightly over revealing his Scarlett red hair which sheltered his eyes from view.
Her attention shifted from Leon to the lasso rope he had in his tight grip beside him in bed.
The sight was enough to incite thoughts which were portrayed by the wicked grin she wore so carelessly on her face.
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A devistating blow sent Addie's opponent back first against the dashboard breaking it in half. His witty Challenger however, took the broken parts, swiftly tossing them at Addie's feet.
In a split second, Addie's feet were off the ground in a high jump, which lasted two seconds in mid air.
Addie chest pounded once he landed a forceful kick at his Challenger, whom fortunately was quick enough to dodge. And quickly got on his feet, attacking Addie from behind, spearing him into the floor. Addie's foot dragging itself through the floor, destroying it.
The intruder grabbed the gun which laid beside them and used it to whack the host's head repeatedly and forcefully. Each blow to the head deadlier than the last.
"You ready to yield?." The intruder questioned a certain bloodlust mixed in his tone of voice.
Addie's vision blurred, he could no longer see things clearly, but it was safe for him to assume that he had lost a battle.
[Don't be such a pity, headbutt him then punch his control away]
On impulse, Addie served his cocky companion a forceful headbutt, and shot a clean punch at the man sending him flying half way across the room. Landing on his back, the sound of one of his ribs cracking jolted Addie off the floor. He bolted towards the hurt man, who sat beside the nearest wall, his hand on his ribcage for support.
"Damn, did I hurt you?." Addie asked, staring directly at his opponent, who sat on the floor, coughing out a handful of blood.
"Am okay kiddo. Nothing detective Badrick can't handle." Said the detective, taking shaky breaths, as he battled to stay conscious.
"Get me my bag kiddo...let's patch this up." Said the captain, Addie nodded complying to the command, searching through the rubble for Badrick's bag. Wherever the hell it was.
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"Thank you for holding on to it for me you're a life saver." Karla stated, looking through the files Jen had left her.
"Of course Luna." Said replied the bartender, Dritan by name.
{They're all a different breed of crazy here.} Karla told herself suspiciously eyeing the bartender.
She stood up to leave, dashing towards the door, but stopped herself Midway, her mind not fully at rest.
"Is that friend of yours okay? I know he's drunk but I..." Karla sighed, walking back to the bartender.
"It just seemed like he's going through a rough time." She found herself saying, a disquieted expression on her face.
"It's not my place to say anything, he just...seems like a nice guy, so please help me tell him to take care of himself." Karla worriedly announced, her mouth stretched and drawn back, slightly exposing a portion of her teeth.
"Of course Luna. And don't worry about him, I've got the best hangover kit to whip his ass back into shape." Dritan teased.
A wave of relief washed over her face to hear someone would look after her weird stranger.
She couldn't help but let her eyes wander about the place, searching for any trace of her drunk companion who rushed into the back room.
"Okay...thanks again for this." Karla said waving the bartender goodbye as she awkwardly left the bar, her hands in her pockets the files under her armpit.
"She's gone now, you can come out." Dritan announced a few seconds immediately.
His words were met by the entrance of Tysion, whose eyes were glowing red, along with his sharpened fangs hanging in his mouth.
"Just one touch Ty, one touch of your Luna and you almost shifted." Dritan scolded, pouring his friend a Martini.
Tysion messily staggered to the door, his nose pointed at the direction of the door, taking a whiff of his mate's scent. Dritan noticed the fingernails of his friend lengthen and sharpen.
"Hold on there..." Dritan called out from where he stood, noticing his drunk werewolf friend aiming to run out through the door. Shutting the door from where he stood with a forceful gush of wind. Wearing a cocky grin on his face, proud that he noticed his mate deprived friend.
"Am not going to make a run for it." Tysion announced, making a one eighty returning back to the bar stool.
"Right. Drink up, and try control your inner wolf. My bar is going to open soon anyone can walk in."
"It's not that easy!." Tysion challenged, the hairs on his skin standing out. He grabbed the glass and chugged it down in one gulp.
"You have anything stronger?." Tysion asked slightly at ease, raising his empty glass at his druid friend.
"I think you've had enough, go back to your villa,you wouldn't want the mayor finding out you're here, sitting on your drunk ass. And worse of all over a woman."
Tysion rested both elbows on the waxed table, staring face to face with his drunk friend.
"What?." Tysion asked, his eyebrows and upper eyelids raised up, in worry.
"You found her Ty, even if you were drunk and spewing out bullshit. You both found each other." Dritan said, stating the obvious.
Tysion sighed, staring at the door his human mate walked out from.
"Hopefully it'll be the last." Tysion mumbled under his breath.
"For both our safety." He added dramatically, taking a feel of his hand which was oozing with her sweet scent.