Tangible Schizophrenia



Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: B/Elle
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For kspooks.
Summary: Rehearsal.


“This isn’t an exercise in anger but in patience,” Bill had said. “I want to see both my girls coming out of this.”

Elle worships the fucking ground that man walks on, but even that doesn’t stop her from calling him an idiot sometimes. Not anger? Not anger? Of course it’s an exercise in anger. Patience is just what people call hiding anger well, and neither Elle nor B is very good at that. No, they’re good at anger, and what they’re practicing right now is how to get pissed off just enough. Can’t kill, can’t leave—can’t stand after that wicked kick to the back of her knee, but then, B’s down on the ground too. Hand ripping strands from Elle’s hair, fingers fucking rage deep into Elle’s cunt, and teeth snapping on air just a little too short.

They’ll be coming out of this room alive. Banged up, cat-scratched and limping, but alive. After all, this is still just practicing.