Watching (2p!England x Reader : OneShot)

Pairing : 2p!England x Reader

Okay~ just so no one complains later, this does contain (what I consider) 'mild' gore. You know, blood 'n' stuff (though I believe that's expected of a 2p Fic). I don't really think its all that much but if anyone thinks I should put up a restriction I will.

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The (h/c)-ette watched, intrigued, from the bottom landing of the fire escape. She went unnoticed, apparently, by the pink haired man below her. And his current victim.
She let a ghost of a sadistic smile slip as he ever so slowly impaled his victim with a poison laced knife.

She had been 'watching' him for a few weeks now. He really was a . . . curious . . . person. He, of course, was a murderer. If you couldn’t already tell.
And she had bestowed upon herself to oversee all the blossoming sociopaths, and psychopaths, of the streets. 'Her streets', as she liked to call them. She was always on the look out for a worthy accomplice, but for some reason none of them lasted very long.

A select few, who were now dead, once called her (Name)(L/Name), but she had killed them long ago.

She looked down at the men below her. The one that had peeked her interest, a pink haired boy with sapphire blue eyes that had a sort of pink swirl in them, was smiling eerily down at the man who was currently bleeding to death below him.

"Such a shame," Oliver, as the sapphire-eyed man was called, spoke softly, "I guess I'll have to clean this all up now. What a pity, I was hoping I could make at least one more batch of cupcakes before I went home" He said disappointedly, but the eerie smile hadn't yet left his face.

"Excuse me, poppet, but it wouldn't bother you to lend a hand would it? I realize it isn't very gentlemanly of me to ask, but then again, I'm not your 'average' gentleman, am I?" Oliver questioned, looking up at the girl who sat cross-legged on the fire escape above him.
A look of shock crossed her face for a split second before returning to the amused one she usually wore. She twirled a lock of (h/l)(straight/curled)(h/c) hair around her right index figure.

"It might," she answered, jumping down from her perch on the fire escape and landing nimbly beside him, “I haven't dealt with my own . . . projects in quite some time. Though, I guess I could help" she looked distastefully down at the bloodied man. "I assume you've realized by now that I've been watching you for some time. Pity, I thought I was being rather careful." She stated, kneeling down and pulling a vile filled with black liquid out of a fold in her dress.

"Oh, you were, my dearest poppet. I doubt many others would have noticed, but I've a lot of my time learning how to- how did you do that?" He stopped mid sentence to observe with awe what the (h/c)-ette before him had done.
While he was talking the girl had opened the vile and poured the foul looking liquid into the slightly open mouth of the man below her.
As soon as the liquid, which seemingly had the consistency of molasses, touched his lips he seemed to, what would best be described as, disintegrate.

(Name) stood up and turned to face him, her (s/t) feature illuminated by the dim streetlight next to the ally where they stood. A small smile of amusement spread across her face as she watched as Oliver observed in child-like delight the instant cremation of his victim.
She took a step closer to the sapphire-eyed man, instantly gaining his attention. He smirked, much like she was at the moment, at the lack of distance between the two. There expressions mirrored, though his gaze held open curiosity, while hers held a sort of arrogance and knowing as it always had. The leaned forward so her lips brushed the shell of his ear and spoke in a soft tone,

"Would you like to find out~?"