SoA: Bloody goodbyes

A/N: Ah! Finally bringing a conclusion to that huge-ass arc. Oscar had been an ominous presence ever since Asma entered the scene and literally some two years later there is a resolution:p I woke up with the urge to write that scene, so here you are:D Jessica belongs to my friend C. this version of Asma belongs to me.

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Teller household, 2 pm:

Abel and Thomas had been living with Nyx for about two weeks now. It was a measure Jessica had to take in order to protect the boys from a potential assault from Oscar. Of course, she always took Asma with her for a daily visit that lasted all day until it was time to go home. It wasn't a situation anyone liked, but it was necessary to ensure the safety of the kids. Nobody at home slept well. Jessica had troubles finding sleep because Jax was way too far away and she had no clue about what was happening or why they left Charming all of a sudden. All she knew was that the knights went with him and somehow, it soothed the pain and worries of the brunette's mind. Her husband wouldn't be alone out there. She would -through the Knights- be with him and ensure his safety. It also was a very big leap of faith they were taking because for the first time the Knights and the Sons were riding together under the same banner -so to speak-, under the same Leader -technically, he still wasn't but that was beside the point here-.

Asma couldn't sleep because her ex-fiancé was in town, angry and determined to take her back. Her skin crawled at the thought of spending one more day in the presence of that monster. She had taken enough abuse as it was from his hand but at the same time felt guilty for throwing her shit at Jessica's face. In reality, it didn't happen this way. Asma tried to leave and Jessica made her stay. Jessica knew the risks and still urged Asma to stay with her so but it was difficult to reason with Asma as long as she was petrified by fear, so Jessica let go of that detail for the moment. Finally, she fell asleep on Jessica's lap after a short disagreement between the two -Asma stubbornly pretended she didn't need to sleep, despite it being obvious-. The dogs all gathered around the two women as if to protect them from danger.

Jessica was reading a book about newborn babies when she heard a noise. It was early in the afternoon and there was nobody in that kitchen. Yet she heard the clear noise of a broken glass from upstairs. She gently ran her hand over Asma's pink locks and moved her head around so her friend would be sleeping on a pillow rather than her legs. Someone broke in! Oscar broke in, obviously! Jessica turned the light off and searched beneath her pillow for a semi-automatic gun. Jessica always slept with a gun under her pillow for situations like these. Anybody with a grudge against Jax or herself could very easily attack the house and she had to be prepared. Since Asma asked for help, she sent her to the basement because it was the safest place for her to be in the case of an attack. Quietly walking the stairs up after she commanded the dogs to stay put, Jessica paid attention to the noise. There was a silence in the house that made every noise, even a single one, sound like a parade so she had to be careful. The kids were not home so she knew there was no toy left on the floor to step on. Her eyes averted from left to right as her head peeked through the basement's door.

He was good. Good enough not to make a noise when he entered the house, but he wasn't to his advantage here. She knew the place by heart and therefore would not let him surprise her. Walking carefully, guns pointed down for a better visibility, the queen or charming headed to the kitchen. She found a vase that was put near the door on purpose. She was working on composing a new bouquet for the day and thought that the best place for a vase as big as this one would be near the door to the left since it was barely used to enter the kitchen. Someone who wasn't familiar with the house would use that door and of course, Oscar did. It made her furrow her brows as she heard noises coming from the living room. It was just right in the kitchen. Her heartbeats went faster, not from fear but from adrenaline as she realized it had been such a long while since she ever held a gun. This mission was different from her contracts. She wasn't hired to begin with. She wasn't forced to kill someone who bothered someone else. She didn't have to kill to avenge someone else's personal interest.

She was protecting someone. She was protecting her friend. Brief flashes of the night with Wendy came back into her mind as she carefully pushed the door open and glance past it to check on Oscar. Wendy's death was definitely different from the rest. She had put the boys in danger, threatened to destroy her family. Jessica went after her like a female wolf after her cubs. She was protecting her children. Yet, it destroyed her to pull the trigger on the drug addict. It wasn't so much for her, per say, but for how it would impact on her baby boys. After all, Wendy was the mother of one of them and Jessica snuffed her life. When the kids would be old enough to ask questions, she didn't know how to handle the answer. She didn't want them to hate her for what she did and knew she was justified in killing Wendy. Yet her hands still felt dirty. She still couldn't wash that blood off of her hands. Today was different.

Today Jessica was excited. She wasn't bloodthirsty, all the opposite. He would have been alive if he didn't try to take her friend by force but he chose to attack and like a wolf with its pack, Jessica would protect Asma. If she was excited, it was because once again, she was given the opportunity to prove she could be a better version of herself. She could throw herself into the fire if that meant saving someone she cared about. And she cared about Asma! The poor woman had been through hell for way too many years to have Jessica even think about letting her go back there. She cringed when she heard the stories Asma told her, she wept with her friend as she shared her pain and there was no way in all hell that she would just sit idly by and wait for Oscar to rip Asma from the comfortable and stable life she had made for herself. NO ! Jessica realized that she loved to be the protector. She loved using her skills for good. Not that morals really bothered her, a job was a job and money was always green. It just felt good to genuinely protect others. A smile crept on her lips as she finally entered the living room. She was hoping to see Oscar inside but he wasn't there or maybe he was faster than she initially thought he would be. She heard footsteps coming from behind and turned around, her gun pointing at the intruder.

« I have to say, you got me. » Oscar said, a wide grin creeping on his lips. « The first time I thought you were just a suburban Stepford mum, but it seems that there is more than meets the eye. » He said, holding a large butcher knife he took from the kitchen.

« You better not make a move until I say so, fucker! How dare you break into my home? » She asked, her upper lip barely containing her anger at him. He chuckled and licked his lips, his eyes gleaming in a funny unsettling way. He wasn't scared by the gun. How could he be if he was as crazy as Asma described? « What's funny? »

« You're still trying to scare me. » He said as he pushed his head to the side and hit her arm so she would shoot at the wall behind him. Shit ! He really was fast ! Jessica tried to adjust her aim but he slapped her arm so hard that she dropped the gun. She could see it fly by and roll onto the kitchen floor. Shit ! Jessica then blocked the hand that held the knife with her arms crossed together and while she tried to disarm him, he punched her face hard enough to draw blood to her mouth She struggled with him as he punched her again and finally hit right below his throat, cutting some air from him and making him drop the knife. He took several steps back and shook his head. She spat the blood onto the floor and wiped it with the back of her hand before she twirled the knife in her hand.

« You shouldn't have come here! Asma is never going back to you. » She warned him as she ran towards him. Oscar had recovered from her stunt and, as she tried to stab him, he dodged the knife. She tried to stab him, but he pushed her hand with his, so she kicked his belly. It made him step back, so she kicked again, harder this time. The man stumbled so she tried kicked his face and made him fall on his back. « You should have stayed home, asshole, and cry your miserable life out! »

She said as she straddled him and held onto the knife tighter while the other hand was squeezing his neck to keep him on the floor. She would stab him, that would be messier than with a bullet in between the eyes but the gun was way too far. Jessica lifted her hand but before she was about to sink the knife into his shoulder, he punched her sides. It wasn't the front belly but it was still the belly and it stunted her. Before anything went south and she lost the advantage, she threw the knife under the couch and quickly hopped off of his lap. Oscar grinned and stood up. His mouth bleeding from the previous kicks she gave him. He took a handkerchief that was in his pocket while Jessica was screaming in pain. The noise made the dogs howl and made Oscar chuckle. Asma woke up in the middle of the noise. She couldn't sleep due to the dogs barking louder and louder. They weren't rested and kept barking and walking in circles. Asma sat on the bed, her pink locks cascading onto her back. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she got adjusted to the darkness. She heard a grunt way too familiar and her body froze. She heard him laugh. He was loud, louder than usual because he wanted her to hear him.

Her eyes were wide open in the dark, her hands held onto the sheets and she felt fear sink into her bones. She couldn't move, despite hearing the screams of Jessica who was contorted in pain. The punch on her belly shook her to the core and hurt the brunette so much that she couldn't think it was possible to stand back up. She slid on the floor, using her left arm to push herself away from him. Her eyes flashed anger as she watched Oscar quietly walk towards her. His laughter was both making her angry and gave her chills.Once he cleaned his mouth, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her towards the kitchen. Jessica held onto his hand with one hand while the other stayed around her belly. Was the baby okay? The hit wasn't /that/ hard but she wasn't sure and panic settled in her eyes along with anger. She was angry because she let hubris took over and even angrier at him for even thinking about touching her unborn baby. He took her to the kitchen? Good, she knew she would find a way to turn the tables as soon as he would put her on the floor. Around her neck, there was a custom guitar chip. There was a blade blended with the wood so if she turned it around she would have a custom tiny knife.

« You bitch! You had to come around and put yourself in between Asma and I. I would have spared your ass if you simply handed her over to me. How long has she been here anyway? A year? A year and a half? Not enough to build lasting bonds. » He lifted the woman by the hair and slammed her against the fridge. Jessica kicked in the air but he didn't move one inch. Jessica was in an excruciating pain but she forced herself to keep her eyes open.

« You want to know why I'm protecting her from a scumbag like you? » He nodded, all the while his other hand searched for another knife. He was right in between the fridge and the drawers where the utensils were.

« Ahahah, please enlighten me! » He said mockingly while Jessica pulled her necklace off of her neck while he wasn't looking. He wouldn't notice that the necklace was gone. He wouldn't notice when she opened it to turn it into a lethal weapon. He didn't notice when she held it tightly in her fist. His hand on her neck wasn't choking her since he wanted to stab her to death but it made her breathing more uncomfortable. Jessica chuckled. It was both a nervous reaction to the situation and the sight of him she imagined in her mind.

« She's under my protection, asshole! I promised to protect her with all I have. You said that I have only known her for a year as if time meant something. It's a ride or die story. » She said, scanning the floor to see where her gun fell. « And you're not part of it! »

She said, taking him by surprise and stabbing him right in the chin strap. She hit it without counting. One, twice, again and again, and again without stopping. Blood splattered her face, soaked up her fingers and even coated her hair but she didn't care. He bled quite fast and released her neck to cover the wound with his hand. He fell onto the floor and crawled to grab her gun. She sat and aimed the gun at Oscar. In his rage, the giant man didn't think straight. He followed Jessica, a knife in his hand and the other around her neck to stop the bleeding. Just as he nearly fell on her, knife first, she shot his chest three times and then his neck. He dropped the knife and fell next to her. Bleeding profusely to his death.

Jessica's white shirt was drenched in blood and her pants were stained but it was Asma who screamed at the sound of gunshots. Jessica's ear adjusted to the sound and she shut her eyes and yanked her head back. Her belly was still hurting, but the pain was slowly fading away. She would examine her belly after the shower she would take and would go see a doctor on the same day to check on the baby. Eventually, she would learn that her baby was fine despite her bruises. She looked at the chip she still had in her hand and noticed the small cuts on her palm as she kept on stabbing Oscar. Jessica then looked at the dying man bleeding to death that was on her left.

« You, son of a bitch. My kitchen is ruined! » She grumbled under her breath before she heard the dogs bark louder. Asma shouldn't see that mess. She wouldn't stand the sight of it. She wouldn't be able to handle all of that blood. « Fuck! » She said, running her hand through her chocolate locks. « That bitch almost got me. » She said feeling her throat burn, her sore muscles, her bruises all over her body. Her mind was already thinking about calling her guys to help clean that crime scene and make the body disappear and thought to herself that Asma needed to say her piece to his corpse before they got rid of it. As usual, there was a lot of planning to do and Asma would need a lot of support. She was still pissed off because Asma, whose screams she heard earlier, might have just been traumatized by the event. She'd have to check on with her, make sure it wouldn't make her relapse just as bad as knowing he was in town did to her. « Fucker! Even dead you're a fucking problem! » She kicked his body, eliciting a desperate dying moan before she knelt on the floor and bent forward him. « I want you to die knowing that Asma would lead a better life than you could ever give her. I want you to die.. knowing that you got your ass kicked by the queen of charming, Jessica Darling. I want.. » She paused. « I want you to know that I am going to end you, not for Asma this time but for my baby. » He couldn't speak and she didn't care about it. « Yeah... you might be bleeding out like a bitch, I still want to be the one who actively took your breath away. You hit me in the belly. You fucking did it. » She said grabbing the knife he tried to stab her with.

His hazel eyes looked at her with panic in them but Jessica's face turned sinister as she quietly approached the knife to his throat. The man's breathing became heavier and faster but she held his jaw tightly with one hand. He could see the fury in her eyes and the thirst for blood. After all, he was a stranger who broke into her home and tried to kill her and kidnap her friend. He would have tortured Asma in ways she didn't want to imagine but he never could because she stopped him before. However, he did hurt her and the baby so she would claim his fucking life. Slowly but surely she inserted the knife into his throat, forcing the sharp blade into the flesh of the human who bled onto the cold steel. It wasn't a pretty death at all. It probably was one of the most gruesome she ever performed and one who brought her satisfaction. He died there and then, stabbed in the middle of the kitchen. The pregnant woman remained on the floor, unable to find the strength to stand back up after such an intense effort. Adrenaline still kicked in, but it mostly works in ways to make her feel less in pain. She ran her bloody hand through her wet hair and cursed again under her breath before she knelt and then stood back up. Asma heard the noise, she was terrified and she needed to be reassured. So she screamed.

« It's over! I told you that I would protect you. Stay in the basement Asma. I'm taking a shower and I'll call the guys so they can clean up the mess alright? » But there was no response, so she repeated the sentence, louder this time, which made the dogs bark louder. « I'll be right after I'm clean myself. Hold on a sec! » She said as she walked towards the shower for a well deserving hot shower.

You don't cross the queen

You don't hurt the queen

You don't try to hurt her loved ones

Or else, prepare for a shitstorm to hit you when you least expect it.

And not live to tell the tale.

(TBC)