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02/26/2021 06:23 PM 

Audtion piece- drabble



TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF TEETH, VIOLENCE, DRUGS.
Letting her feet touch the ground, the gentle sound of clicking could be heard echoing. But it didn’t concern her. Golden curls pulled back into a ponytail, red lipstick swiped on so perfectly. It was almost like she had planned everything to a T. Because she had.

Sure, Goldie was more of a reckless girl. She lived for the thrill of the rush. Escaping and running high on the rooftops. But there was just another exhilaration that came from just not being caught. Making your way through the halls without a sound. Silence. A ghost lost within the veil. Many longed for it- but Goldie? Heh, she could switch it on and off like a f***ing lightbulb.

Looking around, she could see that the office was empty for the night. It was clear that Peter or whatever he called himself these days had left for the night- probably to snort some of that precious pixie dust and whatever else he got up to when he wasn’t ruining the lives of those near or around him. God, she hated how much she was impressed by this man. But, that didn’t matter- not right now. All she cared about was how many pretty little treasures he had stashed up in here. Word around town was that this little boy had managed to get hold of something very important- something which this little girl had been looking for for quite some time now. The only problem, she had to find it.

“If I was an arrogant a**hole, where would I hide my important sh*t.” She mused, tapping her gloved finger against the chin, the leather squeaking ever so slightly. Walking closer toward his desk, she allowed her fingertips to brush against the tinted mahogany. As the man had grown, he had grown fond of expensive taste. Something she was sure most fables who had been kissed by the riches of the Mundie world had grown to love. It was a vice. And what could she say, everyone had vices. Even her.
She studies his desk, ocean pools observing the monitors that sat to the side, stacked on top of each other. It gave him the perfect view of everything within Neverland- able to see every single dirty trick that happened. But what could she say- even sometimes she would sneak in just to see the dirty tricks. As mentioned before; even she had vices. Besides the monitors were a mess of papers, followed by what looked like pens that had been thrown around. She assumed he must have had one of his infamous hissy fits here before he left for home.

Then something caught her eye.

There at the bottom of the desk was a draw, she tried to open it but of course, it was locked. Nothing a simple bobby pin could fix. Pulling it from her hair, the click of the lock filled her with a chill of thrill. This was one of the parts she loved. Sliding the drawer open, she noticed a storybook of cinderella. How weird, but she knew it was just a ruse. Lifting it revealed a deeper part of the compartment. And there at the bottom laid what she was looking for. The rabbits perfectly polished watch, always running five minutes late.

Picking it up, she turned the golden bronze metal over in her hand, analyzing the back which had been engraved with names. What he could only assume were his lovers, or maybe his victims. This watch would cost a pretty penny on the black market. Why would Peter be stashing this in his dingy little office?

She hadn’t even had enough time to answer her own question when the sound of the door being opened made her lookup. There stood the lost boys, how the f*** did they-
She looked up, of course, f***ing Peter would have a camera in his own office. Narcissist.

“Lovely evening isn't it, Boys.” She paused, noticing the female who seemed to be standing beside the men. “And girls.” She added, this time with a playful wink. However, it seemed that they weren’t in the mood for flattery.

“Put it back.” One growled.

“Now, that’s not a very nice tone to have with me. Is it?” She walked form around the desk, hips swaying slightly. “What’s the magic word.”

Instead of answering, the man just lunged, Goldie worked quickly, when he grabbed at her shoulder with his monstrous grip, she let her head collide with his. The crack of bone sickening but she had grown to love the sound. She could feel a warm liquid on her lips. Was it his blood, or her own? Who was she to know? She would evaluate the damage later. Watching the man stumbled back, she kicked him so he fell to the ground, pulling one of her many knives and stabbing it to the ground, through his hand.

However, she didn’t have time to breathe, twisting around, she threw another knife, trapping another man between the wall by his coat. She quickly stood up, walking back behind Peter’s desk, kicking his chair toward a group of the men and watching them all collide into it. For henchmen they weren’t always the smartest of the bunch, huh.

The only one who even got close was the woman, she threw a punch, landing it on Goldie’s face. She could feel her lip split against her tooth. The taste of iron against her tongue.
“Hm, good punch.” She complimented her rival, this time avoiding her punch, grabbing the woman's arm and pulling her closer toward her, when she was closer Goldie grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair, smashing her head down into the mahogany. She could hear the crack of something, god knows what. The woman struggled for a bit longer, trying to get out- so Goldie just simply pulled a cloth from her pocket. She had prepared for this. She pulled the woman’s head back up, using the cloth to cover the woman’s mouth and nose.

“Here, you deserve a rest, angel.” She breathed softly in the woman’s ear. “It’s a shame. We would have made a good couple.” She pouted before a smirk twisted onto her glossed lips as the woman finally went limp, watching her motionless body drop to the floor.

Standing up properly, Goldie tightened her ponytail, pushing the strands of sunshine that had escaped from their trap behind her pierced ears. She admired her handiwork. She had taken them all out and only...Two were hurt really. She walked over, her high heels clicking once more as she picked up what she had originally come for. Her eyes twinkled from mischief while she pocketed them; turning around she made her way back out the window swiftly, without a sound.
That had gone well.
Not too gory,
Not too loud.
Just f***in’ right.

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I stan with Goldie! 
This was so great to read! 

Posted on Feb 26th 2021 - 9:50 AM

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