When Two Villains Meet.

Appropriate songs:
Kiss With a Fist- Florence and the Machines
Riot- Three Days Grace
Beast of America-Nico Vega


Andy's head shot up from under the pillows.
He blinked few times and looked around.
The laptop was on the floor and the sun looked like it was going down. He looked over to his left and saw Audrey mumbling and frowning. He carressed her cheek and thought about how he would fuck the shit out of her when this cookie dough shit was over.
He sighed and swinged his legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.
Audrey's arm fell on the empty spot waking her up. She rubbed her nose and yawned. "Go to sleep, I'm just watching T.V."
Andy muttered and picked his laptop from the floor. He walked over to the couch and let himself fall on it. Audrey stood up and walked over to the bathroom.
"What's your size?" He yelled back. She frowned and turned around. "Why?"
She folded her arms and slowly walked over to him.
"Uhm, I found this site with cool stuff, maybe something for a wicked night." She looked on his screen from behind the couch. "We'll talk about that in a minute." She sighed and walked to the bathroom. He sighed right back and flipped through the channels.

When she was back she had a tanktop on and the sleeves of her onesie were tied around her waist. "You want to go crazy again?"
She ruffled her hair up into a bun and looked at him.
He nodded. "I think we should do it atleast once a week." He showed her his outfit he wanted. "Andy, I know you want to, but you can't just murder people. It's a bad thing." She leaned back and grabbed the T.V remote.
"I can and I will." She looked at him again. "What are you going to do? Just murder random people on the street?" He nodded and ordered the suit.
She rolled her eyes and looked grumpy. He rolled his eyes too. "Then I'll just go alone then." He sighed. Audrey raised her eyebrows.
"Are you serious?! What if you get murdered or arrested?" He closed his laptop.
"1: I will murder not get murdered and 2: I'll just kill everyone who touches me." Audrey got a little scared, but swallowed her fear.
"Why would you do that?" Andy flipped through the channels, just to avoid eyecontact. "I thought you were okey with murdering people because let me remind you that you shot your own stepmother."
"SHE WAS NEVER MY MOTHER!" Audrey stood up from the couch and stomped her right foot down. Andy stood up too and walked away.
"Fine, but just because you think something's wrong doesn't mean you can forbid people to do it!" He made agressive hand movements.
Audrey's blood started boiling. "Oh well, I'm fucking sorry that I care about you and that I don't want to visit you in inside fucking Guantanamo Bay!" Andy laughed.
"Well, I remember a angry little lady who wanted to kill every single mafia man, what the hell happened to her?!" He walked behind the bed so it was inbetween them.
Audrey walked to the other end.
"I WAS ANGRY, I WAS PUSHING EVERYTHING AWAY." Andy rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah sure, that's why you made that deal, KNOWING WHAT I WANTED SO YOU COULD GO ON A NICE KILLING SPREE!"
"EVERYTHING WAS A MISTAKE OKEY?!"
The anger on Andy's face cleared away.
He stepped back. When Audrey realised what she had said she stepped back too and looked down. He didn't know what to say.
He turned around and snatched his shoes and jacket. Audrey closed her eyes and heard the door slam. She fell on the bed and started sobbing.

Andy pulled his jacket straight and got a cig out.
"No one can tell me what to fucking do." He muttered and lit it. He inhaled.
"This is what happens when I'm myself, shit I told you Andy." He talked to himself and walked down the stairs to the lobby.
He saw people around looked at the man in a jacket with pajama pants. He walked over to the front desk. "Hey, is there a package for a J. Biersack?" The old man checked the computer. "Yes ofcourse, excuse me." He turned around and got the package out of a closet.
He placed the big box on the counter and gave it to him.
Andy signed the papers and ran out the lobby and to the closest bathroom.

Audrey wiped her tear stains. "Oh my god, I've fallen for a psychopath." She whispered to herself.


*Beast of America*
His feet walked over the pavement.
He swinged his cane in the air letting the skull shine in the street lights. His wicked smile was covered in make-up and his gun holsters were pointing out of his jacket.
Anger built in his stomach.
Where should he start? He thought about a jewelry store he saw yesterday. He quickly walked into one of the many alley ways and climbed with almost no effort to the roof.
When her reached the top he cursed under his breath.
The fire in his eyes made the world seem black and white. He pointed the gun in the air and fired it twice.
He heard people scream and looked up at him. The small crowd looked up. They looked at the sillouette in the sky with the wind flowing through his hair.
His face appeared in the moonlight, a face many people will remember. He jumped of the edge and to the next house.
The roof was flat so he ran with no struggle.

He needed four minutes to reach the jewelry store. When he was on top of it he decided it was more fun going through the front door.
He jumped of the building. With his feet landing first he rolled on the ground and pushed himself to his feet again. He looked at the people in there.
Grey faces, emotionless, bitter and cold. He stomped the glass door in with a straight leg, making it shatter against the wall.
The employers screamed shortly out of shock. "Good evening everyone! I hope you had a pleasant day because it certainly will be your last!"
He yelled and growled with his wicked smile.
Before the people in the store could react after the shock he already crossed his arms to get his weapons and shot the first two people he saw. His world became red and he completely blacked out. He heard screams and cries.
The bodies started dropping to the floor.
3 headshots. He walked through the store and without even looking, he shot every last one on both sides of him. He turned around and looked at the scene. His smile got wider. The high filled his body like drugs.
He walked around the store and saw the jewelry.
In the corner of his eye he saw a beautiful shiny necklace. He shrugged and snatched it from the glass show window to put it in his pocket.
He heard the sirens and rolled his eyes. The men ran out of the car.
They had everything, S.W.A.T and jackets just to make sure.
They marched in and pointed around. The leader walked through the door and frowned. "Check the whole place now!" The men obeyed.
The leader walked over to the glass table infront of him. He looked at the perfect white rose and small card. He picked the small card up and looked in it.
The bald man tore it apart after reading it out of anger. The pieces fell on the tile floor, but you could still see that one word.

'Boo.'

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I really like to imagine Andy in this idk why