nothing shatters like broken glass !

[dakota heart asher]

WITH LIPS LIKE MURDER

AND A MOUTH LIKE TRASH

Dakota was like a Goddess.. That was all it was. It was all it took to send Kota into a euphoric state. She was the queen of the free world, her and her friends controlled the city, controlled the gangs. She had the power, the money, the drugs, the fast life. And most of all-- No one could stop her. No one dared. It wasn't like she didn't work to get where she was today. If anyone dared question that, chances are their heart would be fed to them in a matter of milliseconds. Blood, sweat, tears, and people had been sacrificed to get to where she was. There was no ill will thrown to her for that by other gangs. You got your money how you got your money. You bettered your gang, and yourself in any way you can. The guillotines were as elite as they were ruthless.. Unlike some of the others under the blood diamond alliance.. They were family, this wasn't a crew that was just about money... Well, they were all in it for the common goal. They had bonded though. They were one of the realest gangs. The 'subhumans' as Dakota called them-- Or the fakes, as the world did.. Were quick to run when things began to be set in stone. In Dakota's eyes.. Subhumans were not worthy of life.

When you backstabbed Dakota, you never survived. The twenty two year old would never forget when someone ruined her... She would burn them back. Burn them harder.. Make them feel their skin boil to a crisp, and just for good measure. The woman would throw salt on the wound. The girl was not one you took lightly, and she was a fucking queen. Demanding and righteous, honest and brutal. Everyone got a fair say, but lord help you if you got to her bad side.. Which wasn't a hard task to accomplish, in all honesty. It was quite easy to get the girl angered with you. Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, lying-- That was a big one. Hurting someone close to her, you did that and you signed your death certificate. No institution could holder, no person would cross her, and no one could catch her off guard. The only ones who could see her in a vulnerable state were the envied inner circle. Many tried to keep in her elite circle, but.. The girl would crush their spirits and their souls as she made her way from person to person. Butchering the weak, and leaving the ones with heart. Heart was a big thing. Even Maine-- Queen of the Cunts, had a bit of a heart. Or else she wouldn't be where she was today. Dakota would've dug her grave a long time ago. No, all these people had done the same thing... They wormed their way into her tattered heart, forever earning their place as the people who she would confide in, and hold dear.

Those lovely hazel eyes of her's looked out onto the water from the boardwalk.. The horizon was painted with darker shades of blue. The sun had sunken beneath the horizon.. A final puff of a ciggarette and the woman flicked it into the ocean. A somewhat sadistic smirk played her lips as she turned around. All the beautiful freaks came out to play at night, and she was in the mood to play.. Play with people's emotions-- Their spinal chords. Whatever came first. Walking down the street, she made faint nods to some people who were well aware of who she was. The form fitting hooded sweatshirt had lovely gold and silver.. It was zippered half way, with the hood over her head. showing off the silken looking leopard print interior. The girl practically screamed badass.. She knew it, everyone knew it. Underneath you could see a pink and black bra top. Around her neck were rather interesting necklaces.. Brass knuckles, a charm, and a key. Yeah, so interesting.

As black and green vans hit the ground softly she smiled to herself, ripped jeans clung to her legs nicely and showed off enough skin without appearing skanky. It wasn't that she was classy by any means.. But Dakota wasn't a whore and to call her that was to call Maine straightedge- let's face ot. She's straightedge like Kota's sober. Speaking of which, after four lines of straight cut coke... Kota was flying higher than planes, where birds don't dare wander. This was the state wear the gang leader was most dangerous.. For the mere reason, she would show your intestines to the world in front of anyone who dared look out of intrigue. Suddenly a familiar figure was heading toward her and a oh so familiar smile played those lips.. It wasn't a safe smile, it was a cruel, almost mocking sanity-- smile. Like a cheshire grin only more subtle. Gang members usually took that as a sign she wanted to play with someones intestines. What a creature. Well, she didn't get to this point based on kindness. "Hello there," The cruel woman spoke, her voice smooth- But slightly ragged as if she had been screaming for hours on end, "Don't you know the ghouls come out at night?" She teased, a brow raised.. Oh yes, Dakota was in a great mood... Had a feeling it'd get better too.

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notes ! i love this post xD .