Come at Me Bro

[Sethos Matthias]

Sethos Lysistratos Matthias was just released from a special institution to assist with his anger and aggressive issues that were constantly bringing trouble in for his family. The bad thing was, Sethos was never cured. He remained the same, the aggressive and controlling person. He gained pleasure in giving pain, and then his reward, was often in the form of tears and pleas. It was a sick pleasure, but it was a fact about him. He could and would hit anything. That included women. The only thing he was glad for right now was the fact that he finally had freedom. He could get many other piercings, before he was sent back. He was already inked, so much to where one could not see a fraction of his natural skin on his arms and neck, as well as his chest. His outfit might have been old, as one could quite plainly see, but they were still his clothing. Besides in northern Europe, it was getting warmer, but not warm enough. Sethos was used to living in Russia, but at the same time, he loved warmer weather. None of this cold stuff. While he still spoke with a Russian accent, and still spoke the language. Sethos preferred it over English. Sethos knew that English was just so rough to learn, and he didn't feel the need to learn it if he was not going to utilize it except for when he was around his family. His family all spoke Russian and English, and Sethos was the only one that preferred their native tongue over that of English. It was sad really. Sethos moved his brunette hair out of his seemingly glowing amber eyes. He was just a few blocks from the institute, and he wanted to stir up some trouble already. Life seemed to be rather boring to him right now.

Walking away with pride, Sethos wondered the city, knowing full and well that in this part of town, it was closer to the school that he had attended as a kid. Durmstrang. Even now he could see some Durmstrang kids visiting the area, but he paid no mind to them. Sethos knew, they couldn't handle an adult like him. His ego was inflated, and he was quite the selfish guy. If he had gone to Hogwarts, he would have certainly been placed in Slytherin for the way he acted and behaved. Sethos decided that he would use the money that he had with him, and go get something to eat other than the food he had been surviving off of for the past year or two. He had received word that his father moved from the United States and went to live near Tristane, in New Zealand for Troxa, his bratty little brother that thought that he could be like Sethos, but there was no possible way. Sethos knew that he was just that much worse, but though his brothers could be royal asses, he was the first. Valerius was the genius, Zion was the explorer and adventurer, Terrance was the one that romanced many ladies, and then came along Tylien and Tristane which he thought that Tylien was copying him even though Sethos was still the worst of them all. Stepping into a small cafe, he noticed that there was someone in his way of getting to the counter. He used one of his arms to shove the kid away after saying, "Out of my way, twerp." His Russian was rough, but he made his way to the counter where he bought himself a meal with soda. He walked his way to an empty table, and he took a bite of the burger. It was so much better than the food he ate over at the place he was just released from. Good, savory red meat.​

 

[Avalynn Rose]

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<COLOR color="#000">Avalynn Rose slumped down onto a bench and let the bag she was clutching in her left hand to fall to the ground. She deeply hated the little trips that Durmstrang always allowed the older students to take halfway through the year. In Ava's eyes all it did was remind her how much fun it was not having money. She hated it. Being an orphan that really had no money or idea of who she was really stunk sometimes. But it wasn't like there was much she could actually do about it either. Her parents weren't around. Plus she had no other family. Hell, Avalynn didn't even know her parents names. Nothing was known about her background history except for the fact that she was a witch. Which had to mean that they were magical too, right? 'Unless they're muggles and I'm a muggleborn. But I doubt that since Durmstrang doesn't allow muggleborns.' All Avalynn could do was make assumptions about her life. Assumptions that may or may not have been true. But it was the best she could do. Avalynn was technically homeless. When she wasn't staying at school she had nowhere else to go. The orphanage she used to stay in before she started going to school thought that she had been adopted off or something. Especially since she had been taken away one day and stayed in Durmstrang for a year or so. But that was rarely a problem since Avalynn always managed to save up enough galleons to rent out a room at a hotel or inn until her Semester resumed. A Potion supply shopkeeper hired her in her time of need. But her funds were scarce and always saved up to buy her school supplies and her lodging for the time she had off of school. That was why she hated these little outings. It drove her nuts to see all of her classmates emerge from the streets with handfuls of treats while she had no money for anything. Avalynn felt her mood growing more sour by the minute. 'I just want to go back to school and crawl into my bed.' Or maybe she could lock a couple of first years in some closet or something. Avalynn had terrible temper problems. Today wasn't helping her keep relaxed and anger-free either. Avalynn leaned back and sighed. She was thinking about leaving early, but just as the thought swept her mind a man rushed by, dropping several galleons onto the ground. Avalynn's eyes drifted down to the coins then to the man as he hurried away. He didn't even notice that he had dropped the money. Avalynn wasn't about to inform him either. Instead, she waited until he was out of site before she gathered up the handful of galleons. As selfish as it was, Avalynn was going to spend the money on herself. She already knew exactly what it was she wanted to buy too. Avalynn picked up her bag and headed toward a cafe she had been eyeing earlier.

A warm haze greeted Avalynn's face as she exited the cool air and stepped inside the little cafe. Avalynn's pale grey eyes fell on the menu. A nice warm hot chocolate sounded like pure heaven right now. Avalynn ordered a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows in it before she paid the woman at the counter and took her cup. It smelled delicious. Avalynn's stomach lurched as it longed for her to hurry up and swallow the cup of hot chocolate. But just as she brought the steaming cup to her lips, someone shoved her causing the hot chocolate to slosh everywhere. It landed on her face, her clothing, and whatever else was available for it to land on. Avalynn's pale eyes flared. A man with a rough Russian accent was the cause of the spilled hot chocolate. Avalynn's eyes rested on the skinny figure of a man. She could see tattoo's all over his neck but that was all she could see since the rest of him was covered up. Luckily for Avalynn, she knew Russian. Avalynn's anger boiled over. Here she was, poor as f*ck, and the one chance she had to have something put into her belly was ruined. Sure there was some left in the cup, but most of it was now on her or the floor. Anyone who knew Avalynn knew she had a horrible temper. One that built up due to the life she grew up with. This man was about to regret the day he ever came into this cafe. Fuming, Avalynn made her way over to the table where he was sitting. Enjoying his food. Avalynn honestly didn't give a sh*t whether or not he was enjoying himself. She didn't get to enjoy her treat so she refused to let him enjoy his. Without further warning Avalynn took the cup of burning hot chocolate and tipped it over the man's head. Hoping he wouldn't react in time and it would cover him in the hot liquid. "Thanks for shoving me out of the way you piece of sh*t! Avalynn hissed in a smooth manner. Her voice sounded like it was meant for greater things than to yell and hiss at others, but that was the one thing Avalynn knew how to do. Avalynn scrunched up the cup and tossed it on the table. "*******." Was the last thing Avalynn muttered to him in Russian before her grey eyes dulled and she turned way. Today just wasn't her day clearly. Avalynn didn't even bother to turn back before she exited the cafe and closed the door with a loud slam. Avalynn wanted to get out of there as quickly as she could because she was sure everyone in the cafe was staring at her, plus if that man were to get even more angry she didn't want to be within striking range.​

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[Sethos Matthias]

Sethos was enjoying the burger, but he was not counting on anyone coming up to him, and doing anything to him which was something he should have been expecting, yet was not. Sethos was about half way done with his burger, when he felt something burning go over the top of his head where he jumped up, and his blood pressure flew to the roof. This would be where if he was still in the clinic, he would have been strapped down to the table and given a potion to put him to sleep. It was that one girl that he had knocked down earlier, but now he was probably suffering from a burn, and she had spilled the hot chocolate all over his food, ruining it. He could not believe that she had the nerve. He looked at her as if she had grown another head, and breathed fire at the same time. How in the world could she do this to him? If she was related to him and in his family, she would have known not to. Sethos nearly bared his teeth, but she left his vision that was about to see red. 'Where was Levent when I need him most? I need my punching bag,' thought Sethos with a growl. There was only so much that he was going to be doing right now, and he didn't know what he was going to do either. He was just angry, and he couldn't think. He needed to punch something, anything. What was he going to do? Sethos was mainly unpredictable. And he had no morals whatsoever. He got in trouble with hitting everyone, including hitting girls. He saw them as humans, not genders. If men could take a punch, so could the women. Sethos truly believed those words, and that was why he was believing the fact that this girl was very deserving of one anyway. Sethos moved his wet hair out of his amber eyes, and he scrubbed them. the damn chocolate got in there, and it started to burn. She was going to pay for this, and he growled as he managed to stop his eyes from burning. There was just so much that he could do, but he was going to make her suffer. It was her fault that she had gotten in the way of him. He had gotten out of the hospital, he needed food.

The controlling Matthias brother exited the cafe, and the door closed with a slam. "Hey, b*tch!" called out Sethos in Russian, seeing as he would speak no other language. He balled up his fist, having it ready. He was not taking any crap today, and he did not care out old she was. She could have been underage or something for all he cared. He did not bother with magic either, because it was just not creative enough. He brought his arm back and he released his fist, and simply went for a backhanded slap across her cheeks, wanting to make them as rosy as possible. It would be better than no color at all. And with the force he was using, there would be a mark if it connected. "The next time you dump a boiling cup of hot chocolate on a man, make sure he doesn't have the guts to backhand a woman and treat her like the scum of the earth she is." Sethos also reached out to shove the girl too, because he wanted her on the ground, where she belonged. He made himself believe that all women were below him, and deserved a rightful place in the kitchen where she belonged. This one needed to be locked up. And she needed to be taught her place in a man's world. He had grown up in a household without many women at all, because of his dad and having so many sons. He would not bother with women now. Sure every now and then he had a fling, but he didn't really care for them, and they ended up bruised and beaten. Now he was going to do the same for this one. He did not come to Russia to get pushed around by some little brat. Sethos was not really disgusted, but if he was, then he would have spat on the ground that she was standing on. Sethos was ready for a fight too, because what girl was going to take someone trying to backhand them and shoving them toward the ground? Sethos wanted a challenge, and there was no one around that was going to save her either. Perhaps there was going to be a civilian, but he doubted that. He just wanted to have some action. 'Come on, give me something,' thought Sethos as he started her down with his burning, amber eyes.​

 

[Avalynn Rose]

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<COLOR color="#000">The last thing Avalynn expected was for someone’s temper to actually rival her own. No one had ever stood up to her boldly enough to make her feel intimidated by them. But that wasn’t going to be the case anymore. The guy must have followed her because she could hear him call her some obscene name in the distance. ”Does he honestly think such a words affects women anymore?” Avalynn thought to herself with a roll of her blue eyes. That was until she was face to face with the man she had dumped the remainder of her hot chocolate onto. His eyes were burning with hatred. He must have been so angry that she had done that. Oh well. That was what he got for being an inconsiderate ass. Avalynn barely had time to even open her mouth before she felt a powerful hand swipe her across the face. He had just slapped her across the face! Not one of those small slaps either. One Avalynn was sure was going to leave a mark upon her face. The young girl’s mouth fell open in shock. No one had ever done that to her before. Not even the owner of the orphanage who punished her when she misbehaved. This guy was either, very aggressive, very brave, or just plain stupid. Because no one ever did that to Avalynn and got away with it just like that! Avalynn brought small hand up to her face and let it fall upon the place where he had hit her at. It stung quite a bit. He had actually got her pretty good. So she was impressed with that much. But now she was also pissed. This bastard deserved what had happened to him. Avalynn had little money and the one treat in months that she allowed herself to have, was ruined because of him. ”You hit like a f*cking girl.” Avalynn said as she removed her hand from her cheek. Yeah it still hurt but she figured she could see many girls who could at the same time, hit much harder. A hateful look found its way onto her face before she narrowed her intense light blue eyes at him. Did he think she was going to cry just because he had slapped her? If so then he had another thing coming. Avalynn never cried. One would have to do something truly awful to her if she was going to cry about it. Slapping didn’t really count as something that was all that awful in her books. Especially not from someone who hit like a little girl when she should have been hitting like a true man.

Avalynn used her hand to swing out and do whatever she could to slap him back. Whether it would be harder than what he had done, was not yet clear. Or even if she would succeed in her attempt. Hopefully the ring she had on her finger would dig into his eye sockets or something? Avalynn wanted to use this guy as a punching bag. Or as a cutting board. Whatever worked best for now. Avalynn was angry and bitter at life right now. This man represented everything that was wrong with her life right now. So she was going to do what she could to make sure he felt what she was feeling. Her hand retracted to her side and Avalynn made sure no one was around to stop them in case they did brawl. Avalynn didn’t carry any sharp objects on her but if it came to it, she could easily make one. There was no way she was going to allow this guy to treat her like she was some weak little female. No, she was aggressive and in control. There was no such thing was a weaker sex in her opinion. Women just needed to learn to take care of themselves in the event that some ass like this came along. The guy tried to push her down but Avalynn allowed instinct to take over. She took his arm into her precious little hands and attempted to bite him. Her teeth tried whatever they could to sink into his skin. To cause him to bleed and whatever else she could manage to do to him. His tattooed skin would be ruined if she did manage to puncture the skin with her teeth. But it hardly mattered anymore. All she wanted was to make him suffer. To put him in pain. To show him that he picked the wrong woman to run into and pick any sort of fight with. Avalynn could still feel her cheek stinging boldly the entire time. Her cheek was probably red and flushed. Hopefully it wouldn’t swell. If it did she most certainly would owe this guy another hot chocolate dumped over his head.
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[Sethos Matthias]

Sethos was very pleased when the slap that he made just for the girl that burned him connected enough to make her move. She even seemed to be in shock, but that was to be expected. It looked like it was going to leave a mark too. That was good, because he wanted to make sure that no one got away with dumping something hot on him, on purpose too. It was her fault in the end, and that's why she was getting slapped. Now he was sure that she would either fight back, or cry. Whichever would be fine with him because he would come out as the winner either way. Sethos was good at fighting. He fought until he passed out. Unfortunately, this girl would have to suffer with the countless others that managed to really get on Sethos' nerves. He hated it when people thought that they were tougher and better than him. It was not true. It was he that was better, it was he that was tougher, and he was going to teach this girl where she belonged in a man's world. He was expecting some tears or something, but he was also struggling to see what emotions he was seeing. Instead of hurt, pain, he was looking at someone that was very mad as well. Infuriated. Well, this would be interesting. He made a gesture with his arms that basically said 'Bring it on!'. Since he didn't want her to just get mad and walk away. He wanted her to cry, sob, and be petrified of him. That was what he fed off of. Pain and misery of others. It was delightful. And he didn't pick and choose victims. Just those that were unlucky to fall in his path. The moment that she said that he hit like a girl, with more colorful words, Sethos' amber eyes flamed up viciously. Oh that comment would make her wish that she had never said that. However he wanted her to hit him, to really send him over the edge. "Meddling little prostitute, how many men did you sleep with to earn that little treat I'm wearing, hmm?" He ignored and didn't respond to the comment, and wished that he had punched her instead of slapping her. It was still enough to leave a mark on him too.

The slap that she had ensured upon him, the force made him move his head. He moved his head back and he smirked. He was not going to show that it actually did sting, as there was a red mark showing to match the one he made on her. The smirk on his face normally meant something was wrong, very wrong. And that was right, because he was about to attack. Sethos snickered for a moment, took a step back like he was going to run, before he reached back and with a fist, went right for her nose. Not waiting to see if it did any damage, Sethos lunged for her, to fight. He wanted to punch her, kick her, make her wish that she was dead. She was smaller than he was, so that meant in his mind that he was stronger. She didn't have a change in hell to fight against him. Like he was on some sort of batteries, one after another, he tried to punch her again and again, not tiring out because he didn't want to leave an opening for her to take advantage of. Sethos wanted to rough up this girl, to take out every bad feeling he had on her, why he had to go places, why he was always angry. He didn't even know why he hated the world and everything in it. He just did and he doubted that the feelings would ever change either. That was just the way the cookie crumbled. This girl was just a young woman, she would learn her place, perhaps he would teach it to her. He wanted to make her scream, cry and beg for him to stop, and then he would smack her again, smirk and walk away. That would teach her. He didn't have any objects on him. Not even a wand to use right now. He was virtually defenseless if one didn't count the fists as weapons which he used them quite frequently. She even tried to bite him, but he managed to dodge that. Now that was a girl move. He would not stand for that. Sethos was really riled up, and it appeared that he was not going to stop either. Even when the girl was clearly fighting back which seemed to fuel his anger even more. Not that he was in danger of killing her. That was not possible. He was not that strong. He was strong enough though to deliver huge amounts of pain.​

 

[Avalynn Rose]

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<COLOR color="#000">Avalynn normally didn't stick around for a fight, she could throw a punch or two but overall she wasn't really all that strong. So it was fairly shocking that Avalynn chose to stay here and challenge this guy. This guy looked pretty rough too. Like one of those guys a girl should avoid being alone on the streets. But Avalynn had already swung at him, so there was little reason for her to turn and run now. Not now when she was already in the midst of a brawl with this man. It was a brawl that she had every intention of winning too. Avalynn truly believed that as a woman, she had the upper hand in this fight here. "At least...I think I do." Avalynn had never had problems with taking care of a boy before. But they were all quite a bit younger than this man was. This guy barely looked like he was even in school anymore. So how well was Avalynn going to do well if this guy decided to get really aggressive with her. "Maybe I should just kick him in between the legs and make a break for it. After all, what's to stop him from whipping out a knife and killing me? Do I even really care?" Avalynn didn't think he was that nuts, but she wasn't willing to die just because she pissed him off either. Avalynn glanced down the street. What if he was a fast runner? Avalynn wasn't too fast of a runner herself. That was the curse behind having short legs. Avalynn's eyes narrowed sharply when she heard him call her a prostitute. Did she look like that kind of girl? Hell, she wasn't even old enough to have sexual relations with anyone. So how in the world was she mistaken for one of those lowly excuse of a human being?

Avalynn's muscles tensed as she held back the urge to jump him. He deserved to have his arm chopped or something! "What the hell-" Avalynn was suddenly punched in the nose. The fist that belonged to the man roughly connected with the delicate cartilage upon her face. Avalynn hissed and double over in pain. That freaking hurt! He might have even managed to break it too. Avalynn's grey eyes fell to the red pool of blood in her hand. Well he did manage to make her nose bleed. "For your information, I'm a little bit too young to be having sex with anyone, so your logic is flawed. Second-oh nevermind. You're clearly to pig-headed to process any information." Avalynn wiped the blood away. Some of it had probably smeared onto her face but she would clean it off once she was done with this idiot. Avalynn smirked when an idea came to her. She knew it was going to hurt too. But that was her intention. Pulling her foot back, she suddenly kicked it forward, aiming it right in between his legs with all the forth she could muster.​

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[Levent Matthias]

Levent Matthias was on his way to go pick up his brother. Levent had been Sethos' punching bag for years and years now and he had developed an intolerance to pain. There was a lot of bones in his body that were stronger now thanks to Sethos breaking them. However did that turn Levent into a ruthless fighting machine? No. Instead he was more or less a loner and while he was at home, he locked himself in his bedroom and sat there, staring into space. He got a job now to do something with his miserable life, and see what he can do for his brothers that was working so hard to maintain all of the family, as well as afford schooling. He worked as a Quidditch League official, since he worked there, he thought that there was a lot he could do for Quidditch, while he never had the talent to do much himself on a broomstick. Plus Sethos would never allow such a thing from him anyway. Levent would be gone for too long. Levent put his scarred hands into his jacket pockets, and he continued to walk along the path to where he would find his slightly older brother. There were only a handful of brothers that did not fear Sethos. Levent was unfortunately not one of them. Levent looked up with his amber eyes, cold but empty. There was so much emptiness in there since all he had learned to feel lately was pain brought on by his brother. However that was not going to affect him and his job. That only sense of enjoyment he got out of anything. However there was a sound he was hearing. Fighting. His good hearing made up for his sense of touch. His touch was no longer sensitive thanks to Sethos. He wondered who would be fighting right now, but he had a bad feeling about who would be involved.

The punching bag broke into a solid run, following the sounds over to two people fighting on the ground, and he knew who one of them was. It was Sethos, fighting a girl that was actually fighting back. Levent rushed to the scene where he bravely grabbed Sethos and with a tug, he pulled his brother off of the girl. In the process, he received a couple of hits, but he managed to get his brother off, and held out his arm to hold him back. Levent glared at his brother and said, "You want to go home, don't you? Then cease this pointless fighting." He looked toward the other girl, and saw that she needed a nurse or something. Sethos at least broke her nose. He frowned before he muttered, "I'm sorry for his behavior. I hope the injuries isn't that bad." Take it from someone who felt this so much when Sethos was back home. Levent led his brother away, even while his brother was fighting tooth and nail to get back to the girl. Levent just hoped that they never crossed paths again, for her sake.​

 

[Sethos Matthias]

Sethos was entirely ready to knock this girl a new one, and teach her that boys like him should not be messed with. Well, he was a man, so he shouldn't be messed with at all. She was below him. She needed to learn her place, which was giving men babies, keeping the house clean and cooking in the kitchen. Women were nothing more than just that. She would have to learn the hard way, even if he was not planning on being the man that she was going to cook for. She was always annoying, even if standing up to him was impressive. But it was obnoxious too. No one, and he meant no one, stood up to him and got away with it cleanly. He always attacked when someone did that to him because he did not have power. He craved power, and everyone to bow beneath him or get hurt. That was the way he was, and he was not letting go of that. There was a reason why he was the way he was, but not a soul knew. He was not letting go of anything, and he smirked nastily when the punch he threw connected with the girl's face. He thought that he heard something snap too, so it must have broke. Or it was just bleeding a lot. She wanted him to fight like a man, and he was not. She was just asking for it, and he was going to do the delivering of the pain. Perhaps now she would cry, or try something more. Oh he hoped she would fight. He had been lusting for one for a long time now. When she said that she was too young to be having sex with anyone, he merely rolled his amber eyes, not believing a word she said. Why in the hell would he believe her?

And then he felt sharp pain. After he saw her foot come up, he managed to move a bit, and missed the part that was sensitive, but still got his inner thigh. A very sensitive area. He grimaced, and he knelt down a bit, one of his hands going there out of instinct. He growled after a moment, "You little b**ch." Sethos lunged at her, intending do do as much damage as possible. The fighting lasted a short while, since it was never long enough, and the instant he was pulled back, he let his captor have it for a few seconds before he realized who it was. Levent. Sethos wiped his busted lip, and he spit blood out of his mouth and onto the ground. He heard his brother apologized, and he pointed his finger at the girl, smiling with a bloody smile. "One way or another, you will end up kissing the ground I walk on, either willingly or with a broken spine." He wiped his mouth once more, snorted and he walked away with his brother leading him away. He would never forget that girl. In fact, his lips remained in that bloody smirk, he would come here on a regular basis, to seek her out.​

 

[Avalynn Rose]

Avalynn was about to wrap her skinny fingers around his neck, but a guardian angel must have come their way, because he was pulled off of her just in time. Avalynn furrowed her eyebrows as her eyes made contact with the other guy. He was really cute. But he had the same eyes at the other guy. So for all she knew, he was going to be just as much of a threat. "Nah it's all good. Your brother hits like a girl anyways." Avalynn muttered quietly as she looked at the boy. She still didn't know his name. But she would always remember those eyes of his. They were gold and piercing. Avalynn rose her hand and flipped him off after he said his little threat of his. For all he knew, this was going to be the last time they saw one another. Avalynn watched as she was taken away before she wiped the blood from her face. She was going to return to school covered in blood. How attractive was that? Avalynn snorted and headed back toward the Durmstrang. She was hoping never see that guy again. He didn't seem like he was from around here, so she might just get her wish to come true.

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