John DeLeon

*grabs your chin, forcing eye contact* We'll see. *leans in close* Forever is a long time to fight me.

*jerk away* ugh whatever! I'm going to shower. I'm smelly

*jerk away* ugh whatever! I'm going to shower. I'm smelly

*5 weeks later is your birthday*

*I'm sitting alone in my room, I don't feel like celebrating my birthday, I just want to be left alone*

*knows the best gift to give him*

*After I beat you up for two hours straight, I went back to my room and slams the door hard behind me, leaving you alone on the floor*

Waxwell- *burns him alive*

*He screams in pain and falls to the floor, writhing in agony*

*doesn't look at him, voice steady* Am I? Bro, you just kicked my ass and now asking how am I doing? *grabs the cream from the cabinet, applying it with practiced ease*

*He scoffs, looking away* I'm just making sure you don't sue me. *He walks over to you and leans against the counter next to you*

*punches you directly in your face, breaking your nose* Sue me then.

(Shot him 1637383939298 times)

*I lay there, my body broken and mangled, my eyes staring into the distance, my soul already departed from this world*

*arms falling limp beside her, face eerily serene*

*His own arms give out, and he collapses against her chest. His frantic pushing becomes a broken, desperate tremor.* Please... *The word is a shattered whisper.* Please come back.

*gets up slowly, dusting herself off, one eye glowing black with hate, talking to an invisible presence* he doesn't know when to stop, doesn't he?

*suddenly, I slam the door open again and grab you by the collar, pulling you close to my face* "You think you can get away with talking about me like that? You don't know who you're dealing with, you little brat."

*shoves him away, hard* neither do you.

*I cover your mouth with my hand and drag you to a dark room, locking the door behind us. I push you to the floor and turn on the light, revealing a boxing ring in the center of the room.*

*I crawled to the corner trying to get away*

*I grab you by the hair and drag you to the ring, pushing you inside* "You're going to be my punching bag. And you're going to do it without any complaints."