Meredith who? (Killian/Victor)
Jun 3, 2020 6:09:22 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 3, 2020 6:09:22 GMT -5
V I C T O R S T R A U S S
He was going to kill her.
He was going to go to the Capitol himself and he was going to kill the little bitch.
"it’s pronounced str-ass like ‘ass’, because the house is run by assholes.”
Str-ass.
He could feel the rage burning within him as he watched her bow before walking from the stage like she had just given the performance of her life.l ike she had just owned it. It was like she was just speaking to him, the way she looked into the camera, taunting him. Playing games with him. He hated games. He had always been a sore loser.
He storms through the mansion, passing Killian as he goes. "She's dead." he growls, his feet coming to a half in front of the door of the room that had belonged to Meredith. He flings it open. It hits the wall with a loud crack. Entering he reaches for anything, anything that would make a saffifying crush when he threw it against a wall. Or something that would shatter to one hundred pieces as he threw it out a window. Something that she might care about.
To his disappointment her room lacked much of anything.
What a pity, he thought as he tossed thing onto the ground. He flipped her mattress before pulling a knife from his boot and gutting the thing like it was fish. It inside spill out.
He still wasn't satisfied.
"it’s pronounced str-ass like ‘ass'."
The words taunt him. His family name was something that he valued greatly. And he would not have it dragged through the dirt, stomped on and tossed out into the garbage.
"The house is run by assholes.”
Damn right it was.
And he was the biggest.
Something falls onto the ground at his feet. It was a photo. Three smiling girls. One was Meredith. The other Anna. Then there was Agnes.
He throws it at the wall.
Glass shatters and the photo is released. Walking over he picks it up, before looking over to his brother.
"where do we keep the matches?"