Romans & histoires Flash Ghostface Tattoo

Turning off the faucet, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Taking a deep breath, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror and run a hand across my jaw. The light of the bathroom casts shadows over my shoulders as if spotlighting my tattoos. Like some Confradia Assassins, I have a tattoo that represents my status in the organization. Mine is a human male’s face hidden in the shadows, half of the face is complete with the crimson light of vengeance in one eye and the other half is the skeletal face of the male with an empty eye socket.

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

His sleeve rides up, revealing the edge of a mantis tattoo. “-Fuck”

“Tell me about the tattoo.” He sighs before going on, as if he regrets starting down this road with me. “I’ve never seen anything like it. That was part of the reason I wanted to do it. It was a nice piece. Stormy seas, breaking waves on these crags that jutted out of the water like shark teeth - lots of lines and shadows, lots of small hidden images within, even the shadow of a girl’s face. Your face, Loli. That’s how I know.”

Blood sprayed. Druscilla flinched back in her seat, eyes wide—terrified, but I caught the flicker of relief too. She'd never seen this side of me. The monster. The guy lifted his head, nose smashed, blood pouring. A tattoo curled behind his ear—Vladka. Serpent and scorpion ink. Street-level scum. I didn't give a damn. He snarled, "Hey, who the fuck do you think—" I drove my fist into his face again. Bone crunched. Grabbed his wrist, yanked his arm straight.

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang

he said, a bigger meaning hiding in between the lines, "Now, can you describe the tattoo to me?" My gaze drifted to the ground as I thought back to today's morning, "It's like a girl's face, not a girl even, a very weird face, with three hands coming out of it," It was too weird not to notice, "It kind of formed a rectangle," My gaze went back to Nikolas and noticed as something akin to shock and worry creep into his eyes. "Fuck," He cursed under his breath before I felt his fingers wrap over my wrist, "We need to get out of here, now."

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.