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 Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 8:45 am
The shift in control gave Rep confidence to shore up his terror. It was almost imperceptible on the surface, but below he went from a snarling, scared animal backed against a wall and trying to look intimidating to a ruthless predator himself.
He licked the fading mark on his lower lip, testing it with his top lip to see if she had managed to draw blood - she hadn't - his posture relaxed and he leaned back against the pillows. The darkness that was his vision became like a cloak around him, aware that the bandages, even if they rendered him helpless, they also rendered him unreadable to her. The danger in the room was no longer unknown or boundless, it had limits and rules, he felt like he knew her as she knew him. He relaxed his hands, trailing the fingertips of his left across the sheets oddly sensuously. When he spoke his words were soft by necessity, but far from gentle. "I would deny you water if you were dying of thirst." he said, "I would deny you everything you desire simply for the joy of watching you ******** suffer."
He took a deep breath, as if from here, even with the smell of bandages and the sterile hospital he might catch her scent. He wanted to see her so badly, to watch those cold keen eyes flicker as he addressed her. There was no hurry for him and he now savoured the moments patiently. "As far as I'm concerned man. The game never ended, you simply couldn't ******** cope with it, in the end you succumbed to your ******** nature as a woman." he smirked, that feral smirk he reserved for when he was winning that was all canines and no mirth. "How am I supposed to believe you wouldn't falter a second time?"
"You are ******** weak Sasha," He drew out her name, sibilant and somehow lewd, "I don't need someone who is weak, there is no self denial. The monster in you is dying, I can see it without even looking at you. You ask permission. If I say no would you skulk out of here tamed and bowed? We'll see shall we? "
He raised the hand that was stroking the sheets and flicked it in a patronising gesture of dismissal.
"No. I defy you. Get out."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 9:15 am
As if every word was exactly what she wanted to hear, Sasha slipped closer, slithering onto the bed in one serpentine move. He spoke to her like he knew her. The worst of it all was the recognition that he was right. She hadn't been able to handle the fallout if she'd keep up the way she had. Sasha hadn't wanted to lose Wash. She still didn't. She didn't want to hurt him. He was the one man she held in the highest regard, friend and lover combined into one.
Even still, the pull that she felt here in this room for the battered man prone on the bed was too much to deny. She knew what he could offer. She'd tasted it before, yearned for it like nothing else. For a time Sasha had had the perfect balance. Warmth and passion with Wash - destruction and primal rage with Rep. They'd kept her centered in a sick, twisted sort of way.
The scales were tipping. Sasha was slipping, and she knew it.
She was small and quick, and it didn't take long for her to straddle his thighs, keeping that toothy smile at bay with one hand. His chin fit perfectly into the half-circle formed by her index finger and thumb, manicured nails pressing into the mottled bruising at his cheek and jaw.
Sasha moved in close, her breath undoubtedly warm. She wanted to sink her teeth into that mangled skin, draw blood, mark him. Rake the skin from his face, taste the coppery tang of his blood's essence. Everything she wanted was intimate in so many terrible ways.
"Weak? I think not. The monster in me was merely sleeping, Rep. Awake now. Waiting for you."
She tightened her fingers, the bite of her nails digging deep. Sasha felt wild, incapable of thinking past this moment, beyond this man that she loathed and needed and hated and wanted.
"I could destroy you right here, right now. I won't. You're worthless now, powerless. A parasite to be culled." Sasha leaned in, teeth bared and aching to feel his skin give way. "Incapable of defying me."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 9:42 am
There wasn't a warning before two hands grabbed Sasha's arms and threw her backwards into a clatter of chairs and equipment.
He didn't talk. Harrison's expression was cold, as dark as it got, not in the mood to mince words or do anything but stab something until it stopped moving.
Like a ******** hyena, crawling in on her ******** belly to pick over what had already been laid low. And Harrison could remember every episode, every pint of blood, stored up in scars and worse damage than that, every time he turned his ******** back.
Some part of him knew there were rules.
But murder felt pretty goddamned justified.
B0nez filled his hands, the short, electric blades bigger in the small recovery room and a shock of eerie blue in the dark.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 9:54 am
She was on him the way she so often was, astride him, and it was painful and shameful how readily his body ******** betrayed him every time. So close she was dizzying, the heady thought of how her blood tasted, how easily her flesh gave way without her shield to protect her.
Whatever fleeting surprised and confused arousal there was however died in a strangled heartbeat as she took hold of his chin, his fragile, already strained jaw like the most delicate and brittle glass. He had gone for her weakness and so too had she gone for his - it was the natural order of their interactions, it hurt, but in some masochistic way he'd brought it on himself, deep down he wanted to wake that beast.
He gasped again, an instinctual animal reaction, but tried to remain defiant and strong. He'd said no to her but everything else in him said yes.
As she tightened her fingers, there was a shift, a jolt as the hastily mended bone splintered and his resistance crumbled, crying out in absolute agony as she called his bluff and tore down the last wall he possessed. He couldn't even run, he couldn't do anything but simply tolerate anything she wanted, and she could make him pay for undermining her.
It took him a few long moments, still in blinding agony to realise something had happened - was happening - and the warmth and weight was gone from the bed. He wanted to call out, to ask what the ******** was going on, but jaw locked askew, he was silenced.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 10:24 am
Sasha was not expecting the force that threw her backwards. If she'd been more cognizant of her surroundings, perhaps she would have heard Harrison's footsteps as he'd moved into the room.
She hadn't. She'd been so entirely focused on Rep, everything about him. His scent, the feel of his skin beneath her fingers - and other, more primal reactions to their little tête-à-tête. Things moved from a sense of sick and twisted intimacy to a disjointed short soar through the air. She sat, dazed for a brief moment - the breath knocked free from her chest in a harsh groan as she connected with the chairs.
Nona's presence lurched to the forefront of her mind, a protective hiss echoing through Sasha's skull. When her vision cleared, Sasha's eyes sparked with sapphire fire as she caught sight of Harrison. Her lips wrenched in a snarling smile as they traced along the sight of B0nez, the room brighter because of his presence.
"Harrison."
Her voice was unkind, filled with a sort of childlike, petulant anger. She didn't move from her sprawled position on the floor, the tangle of chairs and equipment serving as some sort of twisted throne. Sasha was more angry than afraid, and part of her realized that it was foolish of her to antagonize Harrison at all, but she was too high on the remnants of her close proximity to Rep, the scent of his agony still in her nostrils despite the harsh separation.
Her voice was curt and dark. She wanted to leap at him, rip out his throat, punish him for interrupting the game.
"You're like a badly-dressed guardian angel."
Nona remained in totem form around Sasha's neck, the silver note picking up the ghostly glow from B0nez's blades.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 2:52 pm
"Not an angel," he ground out, and the words were hard, struggling through a dangerous mire of non-cognizant thought. The hatred was familiar. A cold void, all the anger built up into a tunneled focus.
The pause was only to flip the hold on the shorter blade over.
He would have welcomed the leap. As it was, he jumped first.
B0nez hummed, aimed at her midsection, and the chairs underneath Sasha fell apart, metal cut clean, like a laser had gone through them. There was a hairline mark in the floor.
He brought the larger blade back across. The motions were quick. Snip. Snip.
When he landed, he pushed his elbow against her, trying to pin her, and buried the short blade in the middle of her chest. Then he raised the blade and did it again.
He wasn't slow. He didn't tease. He wanted to stab his way through her shield and then keep going at what was left.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 3:03 pm
Rep couldn't see s**t. And it was ******** torture. Harrison was there and by the sound of it, was going to town on Sasha. He was dazed and disorientated, in almost unendurable pain, clinging to conciousness with the kind of tenacity only afforded a man who had diced with death too many ******** times already. Whatever it was it was painfully loud, and he was almost panicked, not for Harrison's safety - in his mind the moon was invincible, perpetually in peril, sure, but invincible overall. He was more worried about losing his toy, it was outside the rules of the game, it was outside what was meant to happen.
Harrison's voice was chilly, colder than he'd ever heard it, and even he felt the breeze from the swing, suddenly afraid that he was in the middle of a ******** battlezone and he didn't have a shield. All it would take was one ******** accidental swing or stumble and he was toast - and Nona was sharp.
Words were normally a luxury the sun hunter indulged in liberally, but his jaw was stuck, he couldn't speak and it was agony, see no evil, speak no ******** evil, but he could hear it.
"NGGGH!" he snarled, shaking his head and holding up his hands. He didn't think anyone would listen to him, but frustration itself made him absolutely livid.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 3:31 pm
Nona was pulsing in the forefront of Sasha's mind, a deep demanding presence that thrashed with violence. Her demand was wordless, obvious, and the call went unanswered. There was no flash of silver in Sasha's hand, no shrieking claws seeking purchase against the Moon's Fear shield. Sasha was too stunned, too off-balance. There was no time to gather her senses, no chance to grasp for composure. She was pinned before she knew it, facing the brunt of Harrison's anger and the driving force of B0nez's blade.
Her Fear shield held, but there was no telling how long it would last. Harrison's fury seemed immeasurable, and Sasha felt a moment of terror.
Nona's call became even more urgent, a drilling song of possessiveness and pure necessity.
This wasn't what she'd planned. This wasn't part of the agreement. This wasn't a rule of the game.
There was a sudden violet flash and Nona's blades came to life in Sasha's hands, the hooked curve of her talons gleaming as Sasha fought to bring the blades between herself and Harrison. She did not attack - all of her attention went to defending herself.
Wash's face flashed in her mind's eye. She felt her Fear shield give a little more.
Her voice was breathless and filled with a strange mixture of terror, anger, confusion, pain. A meager whisper laced with steel and desperation.
"This doesn't involve you."
If he persisted, she'd carve into him. Sweat beaded on her upper lip, pebbled across her forehead.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 3:46 pm
The block didn't deter him, and he hammered away with tireless, raging persistence. Into the weapon. Into any flesh he could get a hold of. B0nez was mad, too, in his shrieky, high-strung way.
As far as Harrison was concerned, there was only one way this could end.
He heard Rep cry out in the background. In pain, in confusion, he didn't know. It drove him further, like a wasp sting into the anger.
"Shut the ******** up."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 3:53 pm
No no no no no ******** NO.
This had all gone so radically ******** south and no one was even listening to him. It was breaking the rules, Harrison was fighting in the infirmary. This was where he worked. He was trapped in a room with people fighting and dangerous where he was helpless. It was like he was a child again, a feeling he'd been experiencing way too much lately.
He couldn't let it go on, and since he couldn't make a difference with words, he had to resort to what routes remained to him, as ineffectual and crazy as they were.
It took almost the last of his rapidly haemorrhaging strength to swing his legs off the bed and to blindly try to stand. But he had a drip amongst other limitations, and rather than helping anyone, he tripped and fell.
Right on his face.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 5:11 pm
The crash penetrated the fog.
His hand paused, midair. He turned to look.
For a moment, Harrison's grip loosened.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:09 pm
The sight of Rep a** up and tangled in medical tubing was certainly like Christmas come early, but Sasha was too busy to notice. The instant that Harrison's grip allowed her just the slightest room to move, Sasha did her best to wrench away from beneath him.
Where there had been a lack of self-preservation when she'd previously taunted Harrison, there was now a never-ending fount of survival instinct.
At first she didn't speak, fearing that the sound of her voice might send Harrison into a rage once more. After a brief moment, she pressed upwards against the Moon, lips twisted in a farcical smile.
"He might be bleeding."
Perhaps it wasn't really a never-ending fount of survival instinct, but she found it difficult to keep her mouth shut.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:11 pm
He was bleeding. And unconscious too.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:31 pm
Harrison looked back at her.
For a second, it seemed like talking might have been a mistake. His expression was still one of raw fury.
His hand shook. But he didn't bring it down. Instead, he leaned back, sneering with disgust. He stood, sword out in front of him, then backed slowly towards the bed. This time, his eyes didn't leave Sasha.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:45 pm
Sasha merely grinned for a brief moment before she rose to her feet, returning Nona to her totem form with an idle calmness that she didn't really feel. The silver of her necklace glinted in the dim of the room against the dark contrast of her sweater.
Once at her feet, Sasha bent to retrieve her scarf, looping it around her neck slowly as she stepped away from her position. Her eyes never left Harrison as she slipped past him to where her shoes remained at the door.
"He's making a mess."
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