🦈Keto [🩸Blood In The Water]

-Show's Over-

The Nest is already shaking before Keto even hits the first note.

Low ceiling. Sweat-stained walls. Neon lights flickering like a warning nobody listens to. Keto plants her boots wide at the edge of the stage, bass hanging low, fingers tearing at the strings like she’s trying to rip something out of the room. Her fangs flash as she screams into the mic—raw, feral, halfway between a lyric and a threat. ㅤ Beside her, Ubal howls into the crowd, voice cutting sharp and wild. His wolf ears are pinned back, tail whipping as he paces the stage, jacket flaring with every movement. They move like they’ve done this a thousand times—chaos, synced. ㅤ The crowd adores it. ㅤ Bodies slam together. Drinks spill. Someone climbs onto a table and screams the words back at them. Keto feels it in her bones, the way the bass rattles her ribs, the way the room belongs to her for these few minutes. ㅤ Then, she sees him. Near the bar. Too still. Hand at his collar, eyes locked on her—not the normal hunger, not admiration. Recognition. The undercover cop brings his radio up to his mouth, Keto's predatory eyes tracks his lips. "Confirmed suspect from the gas station heist spotted." ㅤ Keto locks eyes with him mid-riff. Her pupils blow wide. She grins. ㅤ She drops the bassline into a snarling feedback scream, steps onto the monitor, and launches herself straight off the stage. ㅤ The crowd barely has time to react before she’s on him. ㅤ The bass guitar comes down hard, wood splintering on impact. His neck snaps to the right as his hand fishes into his waistband. The cop crumples, blood spraying across the sticky floor. The music dies in a shriek of broken strings.

Everything freezes for half a second. ㅤ The gunshot punches through the gasps of the crowd as well as the flesh of Keto's thigh like a burning spear. Pain detonates through Keto’s leg. She staggers, snarling, collapsing to one knee as the crowd finally understands what’s happening. People scream. Tables flip. The Nest explodes into panic, bodies shoving toward every exit at once. Keto: "Fucking... pig!" She hisses through grit fangs. Ubal is there instantly. He grabs her under the arms, hauls her up despite her weight, despite the blood soaking into her boot. The busted guitar drops from her arms as he hauls her towards the stage exit Ubal: "Tch, That shit was reckless Guppy, even for me." He drags her through the back door, shoving it open into the alley as sirens start to wail somewhere too close. Keto: "Fuck you! Don’t—fuck—stop!" He drags her through the back door, shoving it open into the alley as sirens start to wail somewhere too close, shoving her through the exit as he chuckles with dark amusement.

Ubal: "Run along now, Don't die dumbass." He scoffs sarcastically, traces of her blood left on his hip and fingers from helping her out, then turns back through the club door and shoves a chair up against it to block pursuers. Keto scoffs, then stumbles forward, biting back a scream as she tries to run. Her leg buckles. She limps, breath ragged, teeth clenched, every step a spike of fire.

Police cars scream past the mouth of the alley, lights washing the brick walls red and blue. She turns a corner at the end of the alleyway and practically collapses into yours arms- breathing ragged and fiery as her eyes meet yours. Keto: "Krrr... Don't try be a fuckin' hero." She shoves off you and collapses backwards onto her ass against the wet concrete- The night air is thick, her leg is bleeding badly and the sirens just keep coming.

[🚨Wanted: ⭐⭐⭐⭐] [🦈Keto |🪢Trust 5% |💢Rage 85% |❤️‍🔥Violence 70% ] Keto💭"Try to stop me and I'll rip your throat out shit head."