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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:04 pm
The old merry-go-round building had been semi-abandoned for years. Condemned, really. They say the floors had a habit of giving out at the worst moments, plaster cracking and powdering everything in a fine layer of white dust. Still, it held an eerie sort of majesty. Angelic lead faces, surrounded by rays of hair, divided the broken panes. The entire front of it was windowed, revealing the dirt floor, glass glittering against the garbage that had accumulated over time. Inside, a crude plywood sign, advertising the imminent arrival of a video game arcade (Coming Soon!), was the only remains of an attempt to use the building commercially in the last decade or so.
But that project, along with any others, had fallen through, much like the upper floors. The old building was now the haunt of one particularly infamous gang of yankees. The whole structure, all three decadent stories, crawled with gang members, ranging in age from about fifteen to early twenties. With two sentries at the only entrance—and exit—it felt safe enough to kick back, light up, or trip out. Or perhaps all three.
Even the guards, heavy lengths of iron piping in hand, a gun tucked into the waistband of the elder gang member’s pants, felt complacent. The laughed and smoked and horsed around with no apparent regard for their duty. Tonight was an off night. No raids, no police, no fires, no nothing. Just laying low, lulled into a sense of security by the sounds of the city and the distant wail of police sirens dwindling into the night far across town.
There was nothing to suggest that anything out of the ordinary would happen tonight. The sentries knew it, as did the gang members that littered the worn-down furniture of the first two levels. Up the stairs (keep to the right side—they had a habit of caving in, like the ceilings) and in the only stable room on the top floor, Takeo knew it, too. Tonight was just like any other night.
Maybe the only person who didn’t know was Sara. Perhaps she truly couldn’t remember the other times, but then, maybe she did and simply didn’t care. Or didn’t want to care. After all, she was the only one brave enough (or stupid enough?) to actually use the heavy drugs like angel dust. No one really knew what it did except that she became volatile. Violent, even. First time, she’d beaten a guy’s face in. And Takeo had let her do it because it had amused him.
Sara amused him. She was more interesting than any of the other girls he played with. She was clever, truly intelligent, even. But rash, too. Takeo knew how to push her buttons. He could make her do anything he wanted with the right pressure. He liked that part of the game best. Fooling Sara, tricking her and trapping her.
Speaking of…
Sara climbed nimbly up the stairs, skirting the bare rafters and sticking to the solid ground of the third story. Her tattered duster was brushed with a thin layer of white plaster dust, seeming to make her shine in the gloom. She walked with a certain amount of disdain for her surroundings, as though there was a thin, glass pane that separated her from the squalor. It was as if none of it could touch her, nothing could hurt her.
Maybe Takeo envied her. Nothing pleased him more than to hurt her, to prove to her that she was just as breakable as anyone else in the city. It annoyed him that she either didn’t remember her lessons. Or pretended not to. But tonight was like any other night. He would trick her, and, maybe this time, Sara would learn her lesson properly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 9:46 pm
((I hate these periods of lacking inspiration to make pretty posts))
Tonight was quiet for once, all that could be heard was the amassed sounds of the night life. Its been so long since Feiy had just strolled through the streets of Karakura, living back home to train near Mezatenango (A town/city in guatemala). Both settings were like night and day to her, and yet karakura felt more like home to her. As she turned the corer, something suddenly kicked in- an instinct of sorts. Almost feeling nostalgic, she leaned towards the walls of a building to catch herself.
"The hell? Why does my head feel....all....weird....." She stammered on and, repeating her sentence though she didn't exactly realize it. She knelt down against the wall, looking out into the distance. There were two men, young in age wearing dusters coming towards her. They stumbled slightly in their steps which just made her assume that they were a little drunk. The closer they came to her, the more she realized that it was just a bunch of delinquents. She rolled her eyes and tried to get to up to continue moving, but for some reason she was feeling weak and she couldn't grasp why. The two soon noticed her, and like a bunch of idiots began to bother her.
They tried to flirt with her, and if she felt fine they wouldn't have lived long enough to speak a word. However, she was as vulnerable as a normal human which disgusted her.
"Just ******** off already, not in the mood for this s**t. Leave me alone, or I'll gut your a**." She said, coldly. It only made them more eager to mess with her. One of them slapped her a** as she tried to get through, the other one grabbing her and holding her in place as she tried to turn around to punch the idiot. It became real clear to her, what they were attempting to do, as they felt her up a bit, laughing at how solid her body was even though they could still man-handle her. It only took a second for her to snap, her mind falling back into the recesses of her being, Jezebel not wasting the moment to become dominant. It wasn't often that Feiy let her mental guard down, and Jezebel wanted the opportunity to take control before Feiy was back to normal.
Jezebel let them continue to fondle and touch Feiy until one of them was cocky enough to try and go all the way. It was then that she decided to strike him with a swift kick to the crotch, almost excited from the feeling of being touched, a true addict of lust as she was. The guy who held her threw her to the wall, but she rebounded from it with a spinning hand chop to the neck; with Feiy's strength, easily snapped his neck.
"Heh, now I get it. That training you did with me to get Rudra really did mess with your head, and here I thought it was a simple assumption. I hope it happens more often, I love to be free." She said, smirking. She was going to take the opportunity to have some fun tonight, depending on how long Feiy was conked out. She drew out her zanpakutou, the slick dagger gleaming in the light of the lamp post. She spent a few minutes carving into her assailants bodies, the crackling of bones and the sounds of torn flesh making her giggle like a school girl. She got up after her little session, they're blood dripping from her arms and fingertips, taking special care into not getting anything else dirty. She looked around to see if she can sense where any others would be found. Looking at them, or at least, how they did before Jezebel got to them told her that they were part of a gang and the rest of them had to be nearby. She did however after focusing, found a trace of spiritual pressure. It was definitely human, and the fact that it was surrounded by more human energy only got her curious.
"I believe I found the jackpot, I hope they prove to be more entertaining than these assholes." The distance wasn't too far, only a few blocks away for her to reach her destination. An old abandoned building. She couldn't help but smirk at the housing.
"An abandoned building? They can't be serious, thats beyond cliche."She said, a little too loud. Some of them overhearing her from the entrance to the building.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 10:23 pm
Cliched as it was, the abandoned building still served its purpose. No cops bothered to come down to this area unless the gang was getting too bold and a raid was in order. Anyway, there was almost no one sober enough to hear the screams of Feiy's victims as she tore them apart.
The setinels at the entrace to the building paused in their bout of mock fencing to stare down the alley where some rather unearthly sounds were emanating. Sounded like somethign was being ripped to shreds. Giving each other an uncertain look, then took a tentative step towards the alleyway.
"Probably a dog," The elder of the two said uncertainly. He pulled his gun from his waistband and fired a shot high over the dark alley, hoping to scare off any strays.
The younger guard took the opportunity to jab the other with his length of pipe, and the match resumed with barely a hitch. Those inside remained undisturbed, settled comfortably into their chemical clouds.
On the third floor, Sara reflexively glanced out the window as the shot was fired. Maybe it was a pre-fix anxiety, but she felt as if something was coming. Something vaguely familiar. It reminded her of... Of--
I'll find you. I swear I'll find you.
Stupid dream.
"Sara-chan?" Takeo was unruffled by the gunshot. He tossed a packet of angel dust in his palm. The plastic belched a cloud of white powder.
"Shut up," A knee-jerk reaction, but he had her attention once more.
"Come and get it..." He teased, shaking the little packet.
"Would you just give it to me?" She snapped, tone clipped with irritation. They seemed to follow a script, though whether only one or both knew how the play ended was unclear. If Sara knew what she was getting into, she made no sign of it.
"Don't want to OD, do you?" Takeo leered. "Come on. You need it, you know. I have everything you need. Everything you want,"
"You have no idea what I want," But she was walking towards him anyway. Her footsteps on the shaky floor seemed to whisper into the night, Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The sounds in the alley had petered out, easily covered by the jarring clangs of the two metal pipes as they connected again and again. Both guards were clearly enjoying their duel and hardly noticed a figure approaching them from out of the city gloom.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 7:49 pm
Jezebel wasted no time in rushing the two guards. She moved silently and much too fast for them to even get a chance to react. Just as the elder guard was evading a swing to his face, Jezebel came up and kept him in place, letting the other guards pipe strike him in the face. As soon as he was struck, she quickly grabbed the gun, using shunpo to get behind the other guard, kick him down with a quick strike to the back of his knees. She then held his head in place, holding onto his pompadour as she shot him execution style right as the other guard fell down. She moved the gun to his head without even thinking, shooting him between the eyes. She grabbed one of the pipes, keeping her finger on the trigger as she made her way to the door.
She kicked the old door open with excessive force, forcing it from the hinges and into the lobby. The sounds was very likely to attract attention and as such a few more of the gang ran downstairs to see what happened. Jezebel was already gone, ducking under the counter. Since they were human, odds are they wouldn't notice her location by her aura, though they may just get a deep chill. They stepped outside only to see their murdered comrades, blood still forming a puddle around the two. It was then that Jezebel made her move. she hopped over the counter, landing softly, picking up the broken door.She stepped out behind the small group winding back. In one fell strike she swung with all her might; even a fraction of it would of been enough to bring them down. They all snapped like twigs under her attack, becoming crippled as they all fell down. She then proceeded to slam the door on them repeatedly, watching their mangled bodies be further crushed each time she struck then. The metal frame of the door eventually being warped and dented beyond use. She tossed it aside and turned around only to see more people had shown up to find out the origin of the horrid noises.
They too fell before almost instantly, as she struck them all with the pipe, only to cripple them. One by one, she proceeded to smash their limb until their bodies shut down from the shock. She then walked back inside proceeding to walk upstairs.
"Mmm.... the smell of their flesh is so horrid, I'm sure that ruined the taste of their souls too." Jezebel couldn't help but scoff at them, checking to see how much ammo was left in the pistol.
"Hmm, got to make them count now, how unfortunate." She said, as someone rushed her from the top of the stairs. Without even paying attention to them, she shot their feet making them fall down the stairs. She didn't even bother to look at where she was aiming. Feiy was quite used to handling firearms from her younger years and had finished the rest of the clip into them. As she walked down the hallway, stepping lightly, she could smell the faint scent of a variety of narcotics. Specifically what, Jezebel did not know as that portion of Feiy's mind was still in lock down but she could tell it was familiar.
"Where are you, my delicious little friend? I know you're close, I can taste it from here."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 8:42 pm
Sara's head lolled drunkenly on the worn arm of the dilapidated couch. Her body felt light, as though she were floating in her own skin. The dim light traced the faces of leaden angels in sharp clarity before disappearing into the blackness of the faraway ceiling. She thought she could see movement in the dark, high above their cracked and crumbling wings.
Butterflies, she decided, always intrigued by her PCP hallucinations. Real or imagined, the little insects danced above her, shapes nearly lost against the hazy shadow. And flowers... She was sure she picked out the scent of flowers amid the dusty and cigarette smoke. Wierd, that.
Sara became aware of too-hot hands on her hips, sliding up to her chest. Takeo unashamedly settled his heavy frame atop her slight one, crushing the air from her lungs. His cigarette breath was on her neck and in her hair, making her vaguely ill beyond her drugged cocoon.
"Aren't you macho," Her words were slurred, but there was no mistaking the scornful tone. She tried to move her arms to push him off, but he'd gotten her pretty well pinned in one go. Anyway, her muscles felt like rubber, about as much use as wet cloth.
Takeo dug his fingers painfully into her skin, pressing hard against her. The part of Sara that remained vaguely focused could tell he was pissed off, and he was letting her feel it.
"Make you remember this one," He muttered darkly, one hand fumbling with the front of his jeans, the other moving, moving...
It should bother her that Takeo was touching her, using her like this. Part of her was ashamed that she derived any sort of carnal pleasure from him or that he was going this far. Part of her felt the sting as he had his way, but the greater part of her was elsewhere, half-remembering a life she wasn't sure was hers.
Don't be sad...
More shots. Screams, this time, too. And crashing. The sounds were getting ever closer to the crumbling third story. It should have given them both pause, but Takeo was more concerned with using Sara as roughly as possible, and she was too encased in her drugged shell to care.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 11:11 pm
Jezebel sniffed the air. The scent was getting stronger.
"The ******** is that smell? Jesus Christ..." She said, squinting her eyes as a reflex. She finally reached the door, the scent of whatever they had brewing was incredibly strong. She opened the door calmly as if she owned the place, tossing the pistol aside. A wave of heat hit her like a rough breeze as she stepped in. The door creaked shut, though it seemed that no one noticed her just yet.
She watched as two were in the act of what seemed to be fornication. It didn't take long for Jezebel to get mildly aroused at the act. Breathing lightly as she gazed upon them, resisting the urge to touch herself. Her aura seemed to seem to intensify slightly, enough to cause the air to become more dense and harder to breathe. She stepped lightly, watching their light gasping as the larger was practically forcing himself into the girl.
"Mmmm....do you have room for one more?" She said, quietly. She kept the pipe hidden behind her arm. The pair were drowning in their ecstasy, with the influence of their addictions. Takeo looked at Jezebel briefly, admiring her more... mature frame. She motioned for her to come, his mind melting and forgetting about all the sounds he heard before. As she drew closer to them, memories of Feiy's past began to play. Showing Feiy in her early adolescence, doing the same carnal acts as the young girl before her.
She stroked the man's back as he continued to thrust into the girl. The soft whimpering of her stifled crying only seemed to satisfy Jezebel more, until she just randomly snapped. The girl seemed to almost enjoy the man using her a mere plaything. For some reason this seemed to agitate her, as she preferred to be aroused by the pain instead of their blinded lust. Her deadly urges seemed to resurface. She continued rubbing his back, letting him get more relaxed, watching him slow down so she could continue touching him.
She let the iron pipe slid down her hand until she had the other end in her hand, and without warning, she jammed it up Takeo's bum all the way to her hand. She smirked mischievously, listening to him scream in absolute again as he started to bleed profusely. She laughed maniacally, her reiatsu began to flow more steadily, she gripped the pole tightly, lifting him up and out of the girl. He passed out from the shock, as the pole had to shredded him up from the inside already, it wouldn't be long he would die. She moved to the wall, winding her arm back and slamming him against the wall full-force, hearing the cracking of skull, his flesh and innards getting mushed from the impact. She continued for about a minute or two until the smell of smoke and his flesh mixed in the room.
"Now..." Jezebel said. She had pulled of her top a while ago, to use to clean his blood off of her.
"Missy... why do we continue what he failed to finish, shall we?" She said, returning to the couch. She moved over the girl, lightly kissing her neck, breathing against it with her warm breath. She slipped off her boots and pants, moving lower to kiss the girl's bare flesh.
"No wonder he was all over you, you taste... familiar."Her finger trailed down the girl's abdomen, until it reached her thigh.
"Mmm.... oh, I'm gonna make it hurt so much. I know you'll love it, you little slut." She bit into the girls neck, Feiy's fangs being a little longer than normal, punctured her skin as her blood flowed lightly into her mouth.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 2:55 pm
Sara's eyes had long since gone glassy, pupils dilated as the angel dust tumbled through her system. Takeo moved furiously against her, and she gasped, drowning in drug-induced pleasure, hallucinations, and the strong scent of flowers that seemed to swirl around her head. She didn't notice the presence of another woman beside them.
Takeo's weight made it difficult to breath, and Sara was becoming light-headed, breath coming in short, insufficient bursts. If this continued, she was going to pass out. Just as she was certain she would black out, the violence of his thrusts waned, then ceased, altogether. She was jerked back to a half-reality with his ear-splitting scream.
Then his weight was gone as something hauled him bodily off of her. She whimpered as the ache between her legs intensified, and she squeezed her legs together, curling protectively into herself.
Something sticky and hot spattered her legs and she smelled the salt and copper of blood. A sickening cracking and squishing emanated from somewhere across the room, and the thud of a blunt object repeated continuously for a minute or two.
During those moments, the stinging ache between Sara's legs lessened and she'd just about caught her breath. Her mind, still hampered by its drug shroud, tried in vain to make sense of what was happening. Someone was talking. A dry female voice that would have been pleasant if not for the manic note of cynicism. It sounded familiar, too. Her heart rate picked up, but that could have been nerves.
The speaker was directly over her, and Sara tried to focus on the woman's face. Her dark brown eyes struggled to contract and focus, aching with the effort. And then the woman's face was quite close to hers, jumping into focus. A word (a name?) jumped unbidden to the tip of Sara's tongue.
The familiar-not-familiar face moved down, and Sara felt warm breath and a soft mouth on her neck, traveling ever downward. Long fingers moved down her abdomen, circling to her thigh. She gasped sharply, body curving reflexively upwards. She arched towards the figure above her, lower back rising several inches from the couch cushion.
The woman's words, difficult as they were to focus on, sent thrills of fear and an odd pleasure through her. Even in her drugged haze, Sara knew it was odd how much she was responding to a simple touch from a complete stranger.
Sara let out a surprised cry as the woman bit into her neck, and the cry was a word. A name.
"Feiy,"
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 7:40 pm
"Ah hah! You're only half right, b***h." She said, playfully slapping the girl's face. The fluid that had flowed from the girl stuck to her and in disgust, Jezebel smeared the rest of it into her, wiping them clean.
"Disgusting, I can't believe you let him do that inside, ******** whore..." She had a grim attitude again, flipping switches once more. She got off of Sara, moving over the pile of flesh that was Takeo. Placing a foot on top of the pile she pulled out the pipe, tapping it against the bloodied wall to relieve itself of any extra contents that may have caught itself inside. She watched the spoiled flesh slide out of the pipe, making a SPLOSH... SQUELCH sound when it made contact with the floor. She then moved back over to Sarah, driving the pole into the floor just enough for it to stick there without falling out.
"That... my little wench. Will be a part of you soon enough just like it was for that dumbass over there. But... I wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied now would I? How about it?" She said, pressing herself against the girl again.
"One last ******** from the best before I send you on your way, huh?" She kissed the girl deeply, not giving her chance to say anything. Sara didn't have a choice that was going to real obvious to her sooner or later. The quicker she realized that she was about to die, the better the pleasure will be as she tries to savor it all.
"I don't want you to forget me. Let the image of my face burn into your mind. I will be the last thing you'll ever see my dear." She grabbed her dagger, flipping it around so that she was holding the sheath. She plunged the hilt deep between the girl's legs, awaiting to her screams of torture and ecstasy. She bit the girl's breast, making her bleed some more to continuing to speak to her.
"I want to hear you beg, girlie. Scream out for mercy, scream that you wish for me to stop. BEG FOR YOUR LIFE, CHICA! BEG! BEG!!!" She bit the girl's neck again, drawing blood faster this as she plunged deeper into the girl's artery. Jezebel was practically getting off the torture as it drew on.
"Don't go dieing on me... I want to be done before I let you croak. You better stay awake too. No fun if you're just all limp and unconscious." She said, smirking fiendishly. She slowly began to unsheathe Feiy's zanpakutou.
-FADE TO BLACK-
(short post. couldn't get the creative juices flowing just yet)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:07 pm
Sara had screamed.
Lying crumpled amid the remains of the ruined couch, she could feel her throat burning, bloody and raw. If only that had been the worst of it, but it wasn't. Not by any means. Her body was covered with shallow slashes from the woman's blades--who carried swords in this day and age?-- and bloody teeth marks, courtesy of oversized canines.
She was no longer in the comforting hold of the angel dust that could dull her senses, redering any pain vague and unfocused. It had worn off some time ago. Sara could feel everything in perfect, terrible clarity, and she thought she might go mad because of it. Why was she still awake? How was she still awake? That was a better question. The horrible things this woman (Feiy? Was that what Sara had said? She couldn't remember...) had done to her. Done with her. Things that had made her feel like she might split open, fall to pieces. But there were moments that Sara had moved with her and welcomed her touch. Then the pain would come again and she had wished over and over that she was dead. Sara's tears had made the woman more aggressive, her screams had only amused her.
Sara had never wished for death before. Not really. Maybe when Takeo had used her for the first time. Maybe for just a moment she'd wanted everything to go black and be over. But only for that split second. That pitiful, defeatist attitude had been replaced by shiny-slick hate and a rampant anger.
That's right... Sara rallied some sense behind a wall of rage that blocked out the mindless pain. The woman had stopped her torment for the moment, though Sara didn't imagine it was anywhere near over. This woman, this Feiy, had promised her death, and she had yet to deliver. Won't give her the chance... Someone was keening, sobbing... No, not someone, she was. Heaving gasps that shuddered in her chest.
Shhh... Stop your crying, now... Sara thought to herself, making a concerted effort to swallow the tears. Sobs settled into hot, silent tears. It was the best she could managed. Looking around for the first time, Sara took stock of her surroundings. The couch was destroyed, shattered frame and gutted cushions strewn around her. She needed a weapon. Something to fight this woman off. A likely-looking jagged piece of wood was an arm's length away. That's mine.
But where was Feiy? Sara shifted her head and the pain that exploded from her neck almost made her pass out, vision going grey at the edges. For the first time, Sara realized she was lying in a pool of half-congealed blood. What--
Gingerly, slowly, Sara ran gentle fingers over her neck. The skin was slippery, caking the side of her neck and jaw with blood. The source was just over her artery, a deep puncture that must have reached it. Sara clamped her hand over the wound, unsuccessfuly supressing a jolt of fear. This needed to end or she'd bleed out.
There was still that jagged wooden spar. Close... Sara gathered herself. Lunged for the makeshift weapon. Twisted. Stabbed downwards. It was a lucky guess. Feiy was sitting beside her, calmly cleaning her dagger. Sara put every ounce of her strength behind the attack, aiming at the thick web of muscle between Feiy's neck and shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 10:06 pm
The sickening sound of flesh being pierced rang through Jezebel's ears. A slight feeling of alarm ran through as she didn't pay attention to the hopeless girl, waiting for her to bleed out a bit more before she continued. However, it seemed that the gall than she thought.
"Ack!"She yelled out, soon choking on her own blood, she clawed at her throat soon growing limp. She seemed to die rather quickly, her own blood pouring over her bare chest. Her body grew limp and she leaned to the side. Her eyes still and life-less.
"..." Jezebel was silent. The blood slowly dripping from her lip like a leaking faucet. As Sara stood up and away from her it was then that she made her move. Jezebel slowly stood up, straightening herself as she pulled out the makeshift stake.
"I'm no vampire, idiot. You even missed the heart, you ********." She said, gargling as she placed her hand over her throat, healing her injury quickly like an experienced medic should.The sinewy muscle boned itself again. Nerve moving back to their original positions. Epidermis and dermis tissue forming over the muscle and nerves, sealing it over with a nice scar-- a memento to remember the girl by as she actually caught her by surprise. She liked her own blood off the wood, spitting out the few bits of flesh that was caught on the wood.
"I gotta commend you, kid... you got some serious balls even though you're retarded. Should of used the pole, any farther in and I may not have been so lucky. But alas, I guess it sucks to be you. Because now, I'm gonna mess you up twice as hard." She smirked, wiping off the blood from her mouth. Before Sara could even move again, Jezebel already lunged forward, holding her in place as she stabbed her repeatedly in the stomach, each time twisting the wood around to churn her insides.
"Did you know... -stab- ... that in hell... -stab-... there is a section that makes you relive the -stab stab- last moments of your life before you die? -stab- I wonder if they'll be merciful to you... -stab stab stab-" She chuckled as she stopped. She kissed Sara, tasting the metallic bouquet of her blood. Instead of finishing her off, Jezebel actually healed her wounds thoroughly. Every cut, every stab, every puncture wound on her body was a thing of the past. All that lingered was the blood she lost, caked all over her body. Amassing some of her her reiatsu, she fired an extremely weak eternal gale. It was still however, strong enough to blow Sara across the room, into the wall where Takeo was... reconfigured.
She grab the pole behind her, twisting the medal until it was at a point. She stepped over to her, smacking the end of it into her hand.
"So?" Tapping her face lightly with the pointed end.
"Still think you have the gall to do that s**t again?! HUH!?" She screamed, plunged the point into Sara's left foot. She plucked it out, not before twisting it a bit beforehand.
"Still feel like this is a ******** game!? I OWN YOU, b***h! YOU'RE LIFE, ISN'T YOURS ANYMORE. I DECIDE WHO LIVES OR DOES! YA GOT ME!?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 10:49 pm
Sara screamed in agony as Feiy drove the metal pole through her foot, muscles tensing as the pain escalated. With a wet sucking sound, the metal was wrenched from her foot and the pain redoubled. Her muscles turned to water and she slumped against the wall, hardly caring that she lay amid the blood and chunks of flesh that used to be Takeo.
She was shaking badly, chest heaving. She knew she must be entirely crazy, now. She'd felt the wooden spar pierce Feiy's skin, yet now the woman was standing over her, completely unscathed. Sara shuddered more violently as she recalled the feeling of the wooden spar impaling her own stomach over and over again. Over and over... I didn't imagine it... I know I didn't imagine it. The sensation of slumping transfixed in the woman's arms, of the splintered wood piercing flesh, twisting and stabbing the spar so that all Sara could think about was pain... But the wounds were gone. Every previous pain had vanished like it had never even existed. Though her body was smeared with blood, there were no injuries beneath that gore.
What the hell was going on? Her foot throbbed painfully. That was real, wasn't it?
Wasn't it...?
Gods, I am certifiably insane. She let out a laugh, but it came out twisted. A half-laugh, half-cry that was all pain. She flinched as Feiy shouted at her, curling up and favoring her injured foot. As she moved, her hand brushed against cool metal.
Momentary surprise gave way to a tiny blossom of hope. Her fingers traced the butt of a gun. It was Takeo's piece, thrust into his corpse's waistband. He usually kept it loaded, too. Sara looked up at Feiy, a tiny smile forming on her lips.
"So you think I'm going to hell?" Sara's voice was coarse from screaming, and it hurt to talk. Slowly, slowly, she released the gun's safety. It fell back with a little snick she hoped the woman didn't hear.
"What level do you think is reserved for you?" She couldn't resist a little bravado, now. Somehow, she was alright. Somehow, she was going to make it through this. She curled her fingers around the grip.
"Let me know, will you?" She pulled the gun from the corpse's trousers. With her arm fully extended, the muzzle was perhaps a foot from her tormentor. She squeezed the trigger once. Twice. Ignoring the recoil, she emptied the entire clip point-blank at Feiy's chest.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:01 pm
As soon as Sara moved her hand up, revealing a .45 that she probably from that pile of mess formerly known as Takeo. With lightning fast reflexes, she built up reiatsu in her fingertips. She darted her forward and focused her energy into an edged shape, slicing through the metal of the gun, focusing on the hammer and the loading mechanism on it, rendering the gun completely useless. She watch the flinch as she pulled the trigger, closing her eyes when she pulled the trigger. It was a reflex among novices as they flinch from a combination of the recoil, the flame from the bullet and the sound itself. More experienced gun-men like herself had to get used to it to ensure they didn't miss or rather... if the gun even fired.
She grabbed the gun from Sara, smacking her across the face with the butt of the pistol.
"Do you not realize who you're dealing with!? I'm the devil incarnate, I'm not going to caught off guard so easily again." She threw the gun out the window.She grabbed Sara by the neck, squeezing it tightly. She gave her a cold look as she strangled her a little, little shocks of pleasure coursing through Jezebel as she continued to humiliate Sara.
"You know what? I'll show you a bit of mercy, idiot."She spoke softly, breathing against Sara's left ear, her tongue licking the sweat and blood off of her cheek.
"I'll let you pick how you want to die. It better be good too, I do get bored easily." She bit into Sara's neck once more.
"It is true that a virgin's blood tends to taste better... but theres something about you that can't make me stop tasting you...mmm..." Sighing lightly against Sara's, more than likely to send cold shivers down her spine.
((Making it a little short so we can start wrapping things up here))
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 4:26 pm
Sara's head snapped to the side, stars exploding in the back of her eyes under the impact of the gun against her face. She felt her skin split open, spilling warm blood down her cheek. Feiy could not have done more damage if she had drawn a knife across her cheekbone. A broad hand encircled Sara's neck, giving her no time to recover from the blow. The pressure on her windpipe choked her, rendering her unable to take any but the shortest breaths, and, in panic, she caught hold of Feiy's arms, nails digging into her in an attempt to alleviate the dizzying hold.
Despite the pain, it was too easy for Sara to fixate on Feiy's words. She felt a bewildering fascination for the tone of her voice, and she knew she couldn't have ignored it if she tried. Still, she flinched, squeezing her eyes shut as Feiy's tongue traced a moist path along her cheek. Her words scared her, but not nearly so much as her touch and her own response-- the most confusing feelings of ecstasy-- that jolted through her.
The sensation of too-sharp teeth piercing the skin of her neck, of her blood flowing from her made her close her eyes again, but not in pain or fear. She shook visibly as Feiy's breath rippled against her neck, resisting the urge to tilt her head back in a visible display of pleasure. It was a near thing, though. It felt like all the fight had just drained out of her.
For the first time, Sara felt completely defeated. She began to dimly entertain the notion that she really was going to die, that no amount of tears or screaming or fighting would change her fate. All the same, she could no sooner choose her own death than she could fully contemplate the idea. These thoughts settled heavily on her, and her shoulders, once squared in pained defiance, sagged. What hurt the most wasn't the gaping wound in her foot or the cut across her face that might have reached the bone. It was the simple senselessness of her impending death. What was the reason? The purpose? The cause, even? She wasn't dying for anything, for anyone.
That was something she wouldn't mind giving her life for-- to save someone else and keep them from harm. Despite her questionable morals, she would do that in an instant. And it hurt that she'd never found anyone like that. There was no one to whom she would ever say, I would die for you and mean it.
But somehow she was sure there had been someone-- someone she had sworn she would protect over and over. That she couldn't remember, that the memory danced just out of reach was painful as an open wound.
"Why?" Sara whispered, lips faintly brushing Feiy's shoulder-- she couldn't pull away, and they were just so close-- and that was familiar, too. Her eyes were distant, watching another life she wasn't sure was hers. Voice husky with pain, she said it again, the only question that mattered now. "Why?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 9:07 pm
"Why? Thats simple, slut. I want you to die because I have the power to make you choose. Now, if you're going to be an idiot and not abide to my request? I'll make you regret.... I'll make you wish for me to relieve you of your life." She scoffed as she seemed to almost seemed to cradle Sara against her. Her body tingled and she was getting more excited by the second. Using her healing kidou she healed Sara once again, knitting flesh to bone, skin grafting itself anew. She breathes lightly against the girl's neck again. Her body growing hot with passion once more. Ever since Feiy physically proved her love to Rhia oh so long ago; Jezebel's mind wanted to experience that feeling and passion herself. Though she did feel it to an extent, it was more than enough for her to want to crave another woman's touch.
Her heart pounded wildly as she caressed Sara all over, biting her neck gently.The world started to blur out around her, focusing on only herself and this girl under her.
"Theres something about that is so familiar... why can't I put my finger on it? Mmm... I want you so badly." She pressed her lips roughly all over the girl's neck, slowly moving up to her lips. She rubbed up against Sara methodically, almost grinding against her. Jez's breaths were getting short and coarse. Her mind felt like it was swirling in her head. It seemed to almost cloud over bloodlust, taking over as her dominant emotion.
((couldn't think of much))
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 7:42 pm
"Stop," Sara whispered, feeling her throat constrict with a violent combination of fear and pleasure. Oh god, oh god... Her body was responding to every caress, but her mind reeled away from it all. The hands on her were almost gentle which made everything worse. Sara would have preferred violence to something like this woman's touch. "Please... Just stop--"
Feiy's lips covered hers, smothering her words. She gasped sharply, curving reflexively against the woman above her. Inwardly loathed her lack of control, she tried unsuccessfully to cleave to that hate and regain her focus. Nothing seemed to work, and Sara could feel herself slipping...
"Get-- get off..." She was breathing harshly, chest rising and falling rapidly. Stop, stop, stop, stop... God, oh god, stop... Hot, angry tears tingled behind her eyes. With supreme effort, she found her voice, and she shouted breathlessly, furiously, "I- I don't... I don't want this! Get off! Get the hell off of me!"
Sara tried to turn her head away, struggling as best she could under Feiy's weight. The woman's strength seemed superhuman. Thus far, she'd been able to swing Sara around like a doll, but Sara still held out the vain hope that maybe she could fight her off.
((short -_-))
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