Ruby ღ

I'm not a bitch,
I'm not a slut,
I'm not a whore,
And I sure as hell ain't yours.
So go ahead and do yourself a favour:
Don't believe the rumours you hear about me.

Survival 101 - You're as good as dead if you try to get into my pants.

(Sequel to 'Red ♥')
Many thanks to: J.K Pansear (Kammy), kelsea (Briella), Musical Megster (Megan) - Love you all guys, thank you ♥ xoxo ~Patch


1. Trouble

I'd promised my brother I'd never do this again. I'd never try and stop whatever evil was going on. But I felt this instinctive pull towards it, and I ended up under a car, tied up in somebody's boot, or writhing in pain because of a flesh wound. Any takers?

I checked through the mental thought patterns of all the men in the room, standing in a circle, guns raised at eachother. If one shot, then they all would die. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on sending mind-messages to all of them at once.

Stop. I said. Stop and turn away.

The men looked confused for a second, before slamming down their masks of hatred again. Oh shit - this wasn't good.

"You're going down, prick." One of the men pulled the trigger, and all at once, another seven triggers were pulled, bullets flying everywhere. I could see them all, each one like a fly zipping past. That's when another pull of danger tugged me into the firing range of all men, and I was stood in the middle of the circle, attempting to dodge each bullet. I caught one on my leg and blood began to dampen the thigh of my jeans. I ignored it and pushed through the men until I found the source of danger. A boy, maybe eighteen, was holding a gun to the head of a guy who couldn't have been more than twenty years old. The guy laughed, and the boy pressed the gun firmer into his temple.

"We have company, surely you wouldn't be so rude as to kill me before I introduce myself?"

The boy shook his head, making his brown curls bounce a little.

"Your name's like a swear word. Discusting and no one should ever say it. Now fuck off to where you came from." 

"Wait a minute, Harry. I want to know who this young lady is." I could sence his evil thoughts, like maggots squirming in and out a rotten apple. It made my skin ripple with goosebumps.

"You're a telepath." I hissed, darting over and grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. Harry didn't protest, he probably wanted me to do the dirty work for him. Pathetic idiot. I could sence the man was thinking bad thoughts now, ones about killing me, about making me pay. His name was Shaun - he was the most dangerous telepath you could ever have the pleasure to meet. If you lived to even look at him.

He was a ruthless killing machine, and found joy in other peoples pain. In other words, he was the devil in a leather jacket. So was my cousin, Red. We'd found eachother a while back, when she was dating this popstar named Zayn. They were still together now, and he was the one who helped Red track me down. Her remaining family. Just me, because my mum and dad had died in a car accident. Great life we Cassidy's have, eh?

I spat into Shaun's face, and he laughed again.

"Always the charmer, Ruby."

I knew he'd gathered my name from my thoughts. Red wasn't a telepath, because she never had my dads genes, which made it harder for her to understand my actions towards people she thought were okay. Even though she didn't have the power to speak or read people's thoughts, she coud still sence who was evil and who was good. She had a knack for that, so I had to trust in her desision when she picked Zayn over joining me. Becoming a team. Oh well, all the more people for me to track down.

"Bag it, you idiot. Why're you using your telepathy to murder people?" I snarled, my hair whipping across my face. Godess, how I needed a ciggarette right now.

"Because I feed of peoples pain. I enjoy watching them suffer. I relish in the thought that they're dying because of me. Satisfied with that answer, sweetcheeks?" I grabbed his hair and slammed his head down on the side of the pavement.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"He'll be unconcious for now. Just don't shoot him. I want the honour of doing that." I said, rubbing my temples. Using my power had a side effect, aka: a nasty migrane which didn't go away until you'd had a good boost of coffe or nicotine.

I stood up and dusted the gritt of my jeans before taking out the packet of cigs I had in my pocket. I took one out and lit it up, puffing on it gently.

I thought again about how me and Red looked alike. We didn't really; she had blood-red hair, sparkling dark blue eyes and apple-blossom cheeks. Lucky bitch.

I, on the other hand, had layered white-blond hair, stopping at the base of my throat, slate black eyes that could give midnight a run for its money, and porcelain white skin. I admit, I was good-looking, but it wasn't really an advantage unless you were trying to seduce somebody before killing them. Most of the time, guys just thought I was a slut.

Did I give a shit? Ha, did I fuck!

"Ruby?" I looked up at Harry through my long lashes and gave him a wicked smile.

"I'll catch him, don't worry."

Harry wolf-whistled and my temper spiked.

"Look who's the badass bitch of London. And I thought Red was bad."

I smiled dryly - he had no idea.









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