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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 9:40 am
Sasha was feeling as if she were on top of the world. Nobody could touch her. Nothing could bring her down. All of her notes were prepared - over a week of strenuous research, countless hours spent in the labs with the minipets. As soon as her proposal was finished and approved, and the instant that the portals were open, she'd be free to continue with her plans.
Add to that that she still had Nona when so many others were without their weapons? Sasha was a God. Superior, enhanced, perfection. Nothing could touch her - certainly none of the hunters that had gone on the last mission.
She'd taken to wearing Nona on a petite silver chain around her neck - the chain was thin enough to wrap through Nona's sworls, and Sasha felt better having the barrette against her skin as a form of physical reassurance.
Rising from the desk she'd been sitting at, Sasha gave a long, languid stretch before donning her jacket. A nap, some food and a hot cup of tea and she'd be right as rain. Maybe a shower, too. Exiting the labs, Sasha moved at a brisk pace back to her dorm room.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:18 am
Rep was bored. It wasn't the usual kind of boredom, a simple state of being between training sessions and looking for a way to kill time. Right now there was absolutely no point in training, his body was weak and fragile. His usual level of workout would do more harm than good, so he was bristling with energy, bristling with anger and possessed absolutely no outlet at all. All that was left was the entertaining rush of exerting himself on others. After all, with the weapons gone, he had to be one of the strongest people on the island. An island full of women who could very much ******** do with learning their place next to a real man.
The hot chocolate earlier had felt like nothing, and yet right now he couldn't afford to sugar binge. It was doing nothing for his mood, sliding off even further into a dark pit of seething resentment he nursed like a pet.
And then almost as if in response to his restlessness, to his thoughts of bitches who didn't know their place, there was sasha. His irritable expression melted into the most toothy sort of grin. She'd been such a ******** cocky b***h on the training fields when he was weaponless. It was time she learned that without her precious ******** hooks she was nothing but a b***h with an ego. It would be sweet.
Getting up from where he sat, he fell into step behind her, his usual concerns about personal space set aside as everything was rendered fair game in intimidation. His heart kicked up its pulse and adrenaline leant him pure liquid bravado. "Hey b***h." he all but purred at her, addressing her with all the politeness of a dog. "Where the ******** you going in such a hurry? Still playing kiss up ******** tea lady to men in power?"
If she stopped or hesitated for even a moment, it was entirely his intention to get right into her personal space, remind her what she was dealing with. Remind her without her weapon there was nothing she could do.
"How does it ********> feel to be back to being the inferior ******** weak gender you always were inside?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:32 am
Sasha hadn't been expecting any sort of interference on her way to the cafeteria. Thankfully, there'd been nobody harassing her. She'd slipped an apple into her pocket but had foregone the tea - she'd pick that up on her way out. When she heard that low, growly all too familiar voice, Sasha paused. It sent chills up her spine, not borne of fear but a sick, twisted sort of sweet anticipation.
He thought she didn't have her weapon. He thought she was defenseless, and there was little doubt in her mind that somehow, he'd act on it.
It was delicious.
Sasha cleared her throat, hoping that she sounded at least a little terrified. "Rep? I.. just leave me alone. I don't want to fight with you. I'm.. tired."
She wasn't tired. She was electrified, slavering over this opportunity. He was presenting himself all properly packaged, and she couldn't wait to tear him open.
"Please."
It was so hard not to laugh.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:56 am
The fear in her voice was what he wanted, what he craved, he wanted it so much that he wasn't perhaps as wary as usual. Anyone else it would have been suspicious somehow, might have sent up some kind of red flags, but this was Sasha. He knew she was crazy, but somehow he always hoped that scared, timid little girl was lurking under the surface, just waiting for him to terrorise. And this time he wasn't ******** playing. She had scarred him, left marks on his neck that would never heal up or go away, that reminded him every time he looked in the mirror that he'd lost to her.
Well today that ******** ended. Today she found out what happened to people who picked fights outside their ******** league. He moved in close to her, seizing her arms without even the pretence of gentleness. Without his shield it was nothing, human and frail compared to what he could do with Tracey's power coursing in his veins. Such a pity he didn't have him, he mused, he could probably break bones with his hands if he was armed.
There were other ways to hurt people than weapon borne strength. He still had the knife, he always had the knife.
His voice was a ragged sort of whisper as the grin twisted nastily. "You think I don't ******** remember how little you listened when I asked you please?"
He let go with one hand to trail a finger along her throat, a mirror of where his own scars marred his neck. "You get as much ******** choice this time as I did then."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:10 am
For a single millisecond, Sasha felt fear seize her heart. It was there and gone - but then, she'd always known how dangerous and volatile Rep was. It was interesting to really see him this way, to watch the way he acted when he felt as if he really had the upper hand. It was honestly terrifying, and Sasha loved it. Though fragile, he surged with power, and Sasha knew that if she was without her weapon, he'd probably kill her. She knew he could do it. She knew she'd be powerless to stop him.
For a single millisecond, there was a genuine flash of fear in her eyes. Sasha cried out softly when he grabbed her arms. Her breath hitched when his finger touched the pale skin at her neck. If he looked closely, he might even see the pulse throb at the hollow of her throat.
It was beautiful. He was beautiful. The anger, the misplaced sense of power that washed off of him in waves was beautiful. In that brief millisecond, in that tick-tock of time passing by, Rep had her full attention.
"Let me go." Her breathing was erratic - not fear, now, but excitement - and she made a move to slip away from him. Careful, not too strong. Keep him thinking he had the upper hand - it would make his fall even more glorious.
"Please, don't do this, Rep. You don't want to do this."
Do it. Do it. Do it.
She couldn't wait to break him down.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:30 am
For the first time in days it felt like the anger was working through him rather than against him, it had been erratic, built up, like static electricity set to earth itself in anyone stupid enough to come close enough to him. Now it was no longer chaotic, no longer uncontrolled, it flowed through him like a drug. There was no inner voice to offset it, no sensible perspective on this, no warnings. He loathed her with a passion that was almost suffocating, there would never be enough time in the world to rip the very heart out of her the way he wanted to. She'd torn down his walls, she'd gotten a look at the man beyond the bounds of what he presented to the world.
The fleeting look of fear he wanted to pursue, wanted to seize and drag to the fore, pin it out like a butterfly on a board.
She tried to pull away and the sound he made was mingled surprise and anger. Oh no she wasn't going ******** anywhere. He hauled her as unceremoniously as he could with the hand on her arm back nose to nose with him. But this time with the other hand roughly seized her jaw, hard enough for his nails to bite against her skin.
"If you think I don't ******** want to do this, you are even more ******** stupid than I ever thought you were." A flash of teeth as he leaned in again, a parody of intimacy. "Cause I've never stopped wanting to get you into my ******** hands you conniving little b***h. Since you attacked me on that training field, all I've thought about is getting back at you."
His tone dropped again to that low, snarled tone. "The others are something to play with. With you, I'm not ******** playing. You are dangerous, toxic. You can ruin everything." Tightening his hold on her jaw, he released her arm to reach into his pocket, to fish for the knife, but he was too close to see what exactly it was he'd retrieved as he withdrew it.
"Remember when you threatened to cut my voice box out?"
"Yeah. So do I."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:49 am
Sasha fed off of Rep's rage. It was a sick sort of aphrodisiac. She was addicted to this, to the rough edges, to the anger, the rage, the hurt - the dig of his fingers against her jaw, the harsh tone of his voice. He was almost exactly where she wanted him to be. Nearly there.
Just a little bit more.
"I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry. I wasn't in my right mind. It wasn't right of me to take advantage of you like that. I realize it now - Rep, you're hurting me."
Was she taking the simpering too far? She had to ponder that for a moment. Maybe she was laying it on a little too thick.
"Don't act like I've done you a great injustice - you deserved it - maybe not to the e-extent that it went t-to, but.. you aren't v-very nice."
Sasha thought the stuttering was a nice touch. She wanted to push him even further. Sasha tried to pull her face away from his hand - would it bruise? - and the instant he went for his pocket, Sasha knew she had him almost where she wanted him.
Almost.
"Don't do this. We can talk about this. Please."
Even without the bond with his weapon, she could sense the power that pulsed just beneath the surface, bleeding through until she could almost taste it.
She wanted to feast.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 12:05 pm
People were always telling him he didn't understand women, that he was delusional and wrong. It made him want to laugh, want to laugh until he couldn't laugh any more. They were so wrong. He understood women, he'd had a ******** ringside seat to their insecurities, their fears, their wants. Sasha's fear, her pleading, to him just fuelled his cold anger. It was another female ploy, turn up the vulnerable weakness, reach out to sympathy, control men with their hearts.
His heart didn't belong to women any more, he felt invincible.
"No you aren't sorry. You don't know the ******** meaning of sorry yet." he laughed, a quiet rattling chuckle. "You don't know pain either, but don't ******** worry, I'll teach you both things, I'll take my time - because women are stupid - and you'll learn how to be sorry, you'll learn how to ******** hurt."
He tried to haul her jaw back as she pulled away, his controlled facade cracking for just a moment as he roared.
Cold steel was levelled against her throat below his hold on her. "It's only ******** polite to look at someone when you talk. And lets ******** talk, let's talk about your ******** worthless excuse for a life."
"Beg me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 12:48 pm
When he demanded that she look at him, Sasha did. She leveled her gaze on him, her blue eyes clashing with his as she felt the sharp edge of something pressing against the pounding pulse of her neck. A knife? It had to be.
How adorable.
Sasha smiled. It was a humorless gesture, spreading across her lips. Toothy, cold and snake-like. She pressed forward, her eyes never leaving his. She could feel the edge of the weapon dig into her skin.
"I'll never beg you, Rep - because I'm everything you wish you were."
Her voice held no emotion, low and raspy.
"Now let me go."
A brief pause.
"Or kill me."
Nona was a cool reminder against her sternum. She was invincible against the vermin on the island. Nothing he did could hurt her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 12:59 pm
There was nothing in him but the bottomless, uncontrolled anger. There was no soothing stirring of Tracey, no guiding hand of sensible practicality to direct him back to sanity, all there was was the thrill of power, power that was rapidly falling through his fingers like sand.
Anyone else having their bluff called like this would indeed back down and prove it was nothing but a bluff.
He smirked back. "Funny, because last I checked, I didn't wish I was bleeding out."
The desire was there, so simple, to press his weight on the blade and swipe it across her neck as hard as proximity allowed. One smooth gesture - no more problems. But that would be too easy. More than she deserved. No he wanted it to be unprofessional and messy, he wanted to see her break before him.
People tended to survive puncture wounds to the abdomen. It would do. The knife was withdrawn, and in a swing, he attempted to bury it up to the hilt in her ovary. "I told you I'm not ******** playing."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:14 pm
Sasha laughed. It was a disjointed, almost maniacal sound. He'd really done it. He'd really stabbed her. He'd driven that blade right into her, and if she'd been without Nona, right here in this moment she'd be writhing at his feet as she bled out.
He wasn't playing?
She was.
Nona shimmered to life in her hands, the artificial light of the room glinting brilliantly from her bladed edges. Her runes gleamed with a pale, shrieking violet.
"You will be soon," Sasha rasped in a voice that was not her own, low and guttural and violent. It was not the voice of someone completely sane, and it was certainly not the voice of a terrified young woman on the verge of death. She didn't strike him - not yet - for she was far too intent on his face, his eyes. "You've been very, very bad, Rep."
He was a vile little insect, and she was the boot that would crush him.
Soon.
"And you're going to pay for this."
She would hear him scream.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:26 pm
There was a moment of uncertainty, that dizzying exhilarating moment where he'd done something so terrible, so laden with consequences and power that he felt almost god like. He'd been there before, withdrew the knife and caught that faint coppery smell of life rent asunder, sickening and empowering. The acute awareness there was no turning back. He withdrew the knife. There was nothing.
It was the first awful sign that something was terribly terribly wrong.
Nona.
He felt like he couldn't breathe, like the razor sharp steel of those hooks was once again pressed to his vulnerable throat. It made his stomach twist and it was his turn to try and pull away, fear overriding the control he'd felt before, filled with an immediate and very very real concern for his life. Last time he hadn't done anything but steal her flute, this time he'd stabbed her, he'd ******** stabbed her and meant it.
s**t.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:09 pm
There it was, just what she wanted. That cold, stunning realization that he'd made a very, very terrible mistake. She thrived on the way he pulled away, soaking in his fear as he tried to escape. It was her drug, that power - knowing that she had him exactly where she wanted.
She settled the long, slender part of Nona's blade against his shoulder - should he try to break away, it was highly likely that those honed, deadly hooks would do exactly what they were created to do - sink into the fleshy meat of his shoulder. She gave a sharp tug as if to remind him that he was only human --
-- and so, so powerless against her.
"I'd like to see you on your knees, if you don't mind," she went on to say, as if making a harmless remark on the weather. She gave another tug of Nona's hooks, seating the tips of the crystalline hooks very neatly against his skin as they slipped through his clothes as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter.
The fun was only beginning.
"It would be silly of you to run," Sasha added softly, her voice a low hiss, "because I will catch you, Rep. I will catch you."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:26 pm
The instinct to run had been a primal and very animal instinct, he managed to reign it back as fast as it came, resentful he'd given her even that much satisfaction. Even leaning back as far as he could from her - an instinctual reaction - pressed the sharp point of the hooks against his skin - no shield, no means of self defence. Human. His weakness revolted him.
Even in the depths of absolute helplessness he found himself baring his teeth in a snarl of defiant disgust, narrowing his eyes at her. He should have known there'd be deception involved, it was stupid of him to think that it would ever be so simple. Tracey wasn't here, he'd gotten so used to a second pair of eyes to temper his decisions. He'd been stupid and now he'd handed her control.
Kneel. To kneel before her. Pride was not so easily compromised, even with the hooks against his skin, even with the sharp acute tension in the air, his breathing fast and shallow, a bodily response, outwith his control.
It was stupid, so stupid, but without Tracey - he was.
"No." he snarled.
And spat at her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:56 pm
First he'd stabbed her.
Then he spit on her.
It wasn't the stabbing that made her more angry. She knew he hated her. Sasha knew how much he despised her for making his life more miserable, for making him suffer, for leaving him scarred and weaponless. Sasha was not a fool. No, it wasn't the stabbing that pissed her off.
But when that warm, wet spit hit her on the cheek, it was like something snapped inside of her. There was nothing more degrading than this, surely. It spoke volumes of that man that stood before her, said more than any words really could.
Up to this point, this had been a game. He was a toy for her to play with, to torment until she grew bored of him. To poke and prod and maim before walking away, leaving him relatively intact.
She was still for a long moment, the spit slowly trailing its way down her pale cheek. It twisted inward like some tepid river, touching against the outer corner of her lips before arcing down, slowly dribbling from her clenched jaw.
"I'm going to kill you."
Nona's free blade whistled downward, the points of her hooks sinking deep into Rep's other shoulder with a wet, purposeful thock. She pulled with both blades in the hopes that he might fall off-balance, overwhelmed with pain. If he didn't, well. She'd find another way to get him to kneel.
"Or maybe," she rasped, her voice thick with rage, "I'll wait for you to beg for me to end your life. You are worthless. You have always, always been worthless. You are nothing."
She paused and gave an unholy smile. It did not reach her eyes.
"Tell me, are Harrison and Jordan weaponless, too?"
The spit dripped from her chin, falling onto her blouse. It spread and broadened, dampening the silk. Her smile brightened.
Sasha jerked a knee up, hard, directly into his groin.
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