Title: Devil's Night Mischief
Prompt: Shiver
Rating: PG-13 for wanton acts of destruction.
Characters: Malchior + Ruby X. For an rp I play, I'm Malchior and a genderbent Red X, Ruby X. They're...so very fun together.
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"Ever hear of Devil's Night?" Ruby had asked from the other end of the couch.
Malchior had lifted his brow. "I read it in passing once, but didn't pay any really attention to it. Why?"
Her smirk widened. "Cause, you and me, handsome, are going to celebrate it."
And that's how he had ended up dragged along on October 30 into the cool night but from the bags of matchboxes, gas, rags, and liquor bottles, Malchior could guess Ruby didn't intend to stay cold for long.
"…before I get in too deep, I'd like to know what I'm going to be doing, my dear," he announced, stuffing his hand inside his pocket to fish for his cigarettes.
Ruby grinned up at him. "Devil's Night, my dear dragon, is a night for us bad little boys and girls to have…some fun so to say."
Malchior lifted a brow as he light up a cigarette. "How so?"
"Like this," she said, casually scooping up a fallen brick and chucking it across the street. It flew through a store window, smashing one television inside. She grinned wickedly at him while looters that had been trying to break into cars changed their minds and started stealing from the store.
"…I missed all the fun holidays being trapped in a book," he said nonchalantly, shaking his head while she laughed. "Anymore 'activities' I should be aware of?" he asked. A chill wind rushed by them, making her shiver. Her face light up a moment later as if she had remembered something.
"…oh yeah, and you'll really love this one," she grinned that wicked grin and pulled him down. They found a run down building, already marked for demolition. "How about we be helpful and save the workers the time?"
Malchior merely watched in amusement as she stuffed a gas-saturated rag down one of the bottles.
"Ever hear of a Molotov cocktail?" she asked, lighting a match.
"Do I get to drink it?" he quipped.
She grinned before hurling the bottle at the building. The bottle exploded on contact, setting the front on fire. She stepped back to admire her work.
Malchior let a corner of his mouth go up as he watched it burn. Now that seemed fun. He quirked a brow at her and turned to another building. "So…like this?" he asked, pulling his scarf down a little farther—he didn't want to set it aflame. He sucked in a deep breath, chest swelling, and then blew out bright flames. This building went up in smoke even faster than hers did. When he turned back, Ruby was grinning.
"I think you get it, babe," she said, grabbing his hand. "How about we scare us up some more fun?"
"We'll have the city shivering in their boots, I'm sure," he snickered but let her lead on. This was making out to be the most promising holiday he'd ever celebrated.