Survival Of The Fittest

Marco cupped Adonis’ face with his hands. He hated it when he saw people cry, or at least people who didn’t deserve it. When it was people who did, it was funny as shit. “Hey, hey it’s okay. It’s fine.” Marco smiled, keeping his eye on Adonis. He wasn’t sure if his bad eye was open or not at this point anymore, that whole eye socket had gone numb a while ago. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. You won’t be, because I won’t let you.”

Marco hugged Adonis. “Don’t cry.” Truth was he didn’t want Adonis to cry because he didn’t want to join in. People were watching after all. He wasn’t gonna give them anything like that. “It’s a new day, today. A good day. We’re gonna get dressed, grab our gear, and go turn our good day into someone else’s bad one. It’ll be fun, especially if we get someone who isn’t all talk.” Marco remembered Ariana. She was certainly all talk but even she was capable of damage. He hated to acknowledge it but he’d have to play it safer, for Adonis’ sake. “Then again if they are, we could just laugh at them or something while they bleed out. It’ll still be fun.”

He pulled out of the hug, then put his hand under Adonis’ chin. “Don’t be sad. I’m different from the others, from Emmett. Take that sadness and put it away. When the time comes, bring it out and turn it into anger, and I guarantee our enemies will die screaming our names.”

Marco turned back to the beach to clean himself off. When he finished, he had put on his old outfit from yesterday. The satanic biker demon was a look, and it worked. Wearing it an extra day wouldn’t hurt, especially with how iconic it would become. He wondered if he had anything for Adonis to put on, but their size differences would make that kinda hard. Not impossible though.

He saw himself in the mirror of his makeup kit as he was reapplying the Misfits style facepaint. His pupil was janked hardcore. It looked like a goats eye, but with blood inside it. Honestly there was no more disgust coming from him at this point. It suited him in a way. All the black and red and checkerboard. Blue and bruised. Honestly the look would’ve been perfect if he could grow horns. He might as well have been though. Marco pocketed the kit. If you looked at him and didn’t fear for your life by now then something was wrong.

It’s okay though. Doc Volker’s got the cure for suicidal overconfidence and unwarranted self-importance right here...

Marco patted the engine block of his chainsaw as he awaited the announcements.

Adonis didn't know how long it had been when time had gone by again and he had to reclean himself after Marco. He just put back on the clothes that he had changed into and it was fine that they had a bit of sand of them. Cleaning sand off of his skin had been a pain in the butt and he had managed to calm himself down from crying. He wasn't sure if the tears had been of happiness or sadness and it didn't really matter as he had just wanted to let them out. Like one final cry that he had needed to let out.

Now they were just waiting for the announcement side by side and Adonis was still feeling hungry. Oh, that's what he had forgotten. He can worry about that after the awaiting news that they needed to hear. Just needed names to make note of and well, other killers.... He didn't want to admit it but he didn't want to hear Myles' name on either side and he still wanted to see him.

Adonis bit down on his hurt lip and he hissed slightly, not really letting it bother him that much.

Marco took the time to listen to the announcements and figure out his next course of action. Lorenzo was popping up again. Quinn and Erika were no big surprises either, but Erika apparently went sicko mode and fucked up a shit ton of people in one sitting. Yeah, he was gonna have trouble making a name for himself with those two in particular still drawing breath. Lucas pussed out and killed himself. Shame, Marco had figured he’d have grown a testicle after killing Andy, but guess not. None of the people he really wanted dead were dead yet, which was fine, it meant he got the chance to do it after all.

All in all, today was good. No more being alone with shit, he had someone who cared about him now. Someone he cared about. He had to play it safe from here on out, he couldn’t just slaughter everyone in front of him because it’d put Adonis at risk. Now he had to pick his fights.

He felt a bit flattered having been mentioned again outside his kill. That was a good sign, it meant he was making waves. Maybe he won the best kill-

Aw shit! Danger zone!

Awww SHIT! He didn’t win the BKA what the fuck!? That shit with Colin was so fucking clean! What, is he supposed to torture porn people now? What in the fu-

AWWW SHIT?! SHE WON ENCHILADAS?! MARCUS VOLKER’S FAVORITE FOOD?!? Marco looked back and forth between Adonis and the camera, a look of astonishment and despair twisted upon his face.

He spent nearly a whole ass week starving, and he can’t even get any fucking enchiladas from the worlds cleanest chainsaw execution? Like that was a fucking talent okay? You google videos about that shit and see if they can do a chainsaw beheading that fast, because Marcus Volker was pretty positive anyone else couldn’t. That was talent. TALENT! And he got beat by a girl who pretty much just killed the class retarded kid. What in the fuck that’s practically cheating! That’s just unfair!

“The audacity of this motherfu-“

Beep.

“Aw shit Adonis, we better leg it!”

And he was having such a good morning too... First Marco and Adonis got booted out of their nice peaceful beachside vacation, one of the only times Marco might add, that he preferred peace to the alternative, and now those terrorist motherfucks wanted to taunt him. They wanna see violence he’ll give them some fucking violence! Motherfucking ENCHILADAS! You bastards know he be starving! Next bka he better be getting an ice cream sundae or else, SOMETHING was gonna happen. He didn’t know what that SOMETHING was, but it was in all caps so it’s clearly going to be bad for someone!

Beep Beep.

Marco gathered his belongings and stood up. Take a breather, take a chill pill. Adonis was still with him, today would still be a good day, so whatever, fuck it, there was that. Maybe they could ambush Madison and steal those fucking enchiladas.

Yeah. That’d be nice.

((Marco Volker continued elsewhere.))

Adonis was just quiet the whole time as the announcement was playing out and he was paying more attention to the names that he was hearing. Madison had killed Nathan and he didn't want to admit it but he was glad that Nathan didn't have to suffer at the hands of someone who would do something worse to him. Like Quinn. Although, the kill did sound brutal and Adonis wondered how Madison was doing after that. The first kill is always.... No, he couldn't think about it. Quinn and Erika were definitely on the roll with kills and Adonis knew that they both had to be stopped at some point. He noted that Demetri had been killed and Emmett was possibly going to lose his shit over losing a former friend over that. Adonis didn't realized that he was morbidly smirking at Emmett being in pain over losing someone close to him. One of the Carters were dead and Adonis was wondering if this would make Wyatt go on the rampage of revenge to get to Claudeson. Lorenzo had killed again and Adonis felt his smirk turn into a sad frown as he was thinking about the green-haired, handsome guy. One of Declyn's friends had killed and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Then he heard that Declyn had killed his best friend and Adonis felt a heaviness in his heart. He needed to see Declyn and Lorenzo. He didn't know why. He just needed them. Marco's kill of Colin came up and Adonis found himself looking over at Colin's head that was still staring at them. Lucas Brady had killed himself after killing off Emmett's crush and Adonis wasn't sure what to think about that.

"Marco-"

And then the danger zone turned out to be where they were. Huh.

He heard their collars starting to beep and he quickly rushed up to his feet, wincing from the stomach pain he was feeling a little more. He then grabbed all of his belongings and he made sure to pick up Colin's bag off of the boy's headless body. He then felt himself feeling glad that he was with Marco for as long as they could stay together and he was going to try to be a good partner to the other boy.

((Adonis Cohen continued from You Are Already Dead))