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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:54 pm
Tango stretched his arms above his head in a leisurely manner, listening as the chains on his jacket rattled together. The sound earned a smirk. It was a sign, to him, of his age. Long gone were the days he'd wear his mother's old throw-away shirts. His jacket alone would swallow the petite woman up.
The cafe that he'd taken to as his personal haunting ground hardly had any clientele for the afternoon, and that suited him just fine. He preferred to have his drink in silence anyways.
Ordering his coffee he made his way back to his usual table and settled down with a plop...and jingle. Being older kicked a**.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:59 pm
To call Evie's current condition a downward spiral would have been generous. She had lost so much weight she looked like either a terminal cancer patient or a dedicated anorexic, her hair grown long and hanging lank about her face. Since Ana's departure several months ago, it was as though life had slowly been leaching out of her. And Evie couldn't have cared less.
It was an oddity, then, that she was outside. The apartment was bare of food and she had managed to rouse herself off the bed, knowing she had to eat something if she wanted to keep going. But honestly, why was she even bothering? She went into the cafe, bought a water and a muffin, and sat down at a table. She regarded the food with a blank expression, as though unsure what to do with it now she had it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:11 pm
Tango let off a sniff before running his index finger around his cup. His free hand spun the ring around his thumb. Allergies were kicking his a**; spring was apparently not his friend. He'd just stopped his idle fidgeting and lifted his cup to his lips; letting his emerald orbs scan the other customers- as he always did when he spotted her. Was someone shitting him? There was no ******** way--
He slammed his cup back down on the table with such force that the table wobbled precariously and the glass cracked under the pressure. Standing so abruptly that his chair fell back to the floor, Tango stalked to the next table over, peering at the woman before him.
There was no ******** way she was dumb enough to come back to the--
Jesus Christ, she was.
Either she had a ******** load of balls, or she was dumb as a post.
Reigning in his rage, he cleared his throat, making his way over to her table now. "Well, well. Who- or should I say what- do we have here?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:13 pm
Evie sipped her water quietly, looking up at Tango. Her eyes were deeply shadowed, and it was clear she hadn't slept well in ages. She made no effort to answer.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:19 pm
He'd waited for her response but when she didn't deem him worthy of one he couldn't help but let a scoff escape his lips. This woman before him was even more of a shell of a person than she was when he first met her. He wondered briefly if she even remembered who he was. Then promptly decided he didn't give a ******** style="color: #FFA824">"You look like Hell. Are you not sleeping in an attempt to gain attention? Or did you resort to drugs?" He goaded, trying to get some reaction out of the woman. Picking a verbal fight right now was the best option. Because the way he saw it- it was pick a verbal fight or throw a fist in her face. He was pretty ******** certain May wouldn't be pleased to find out he decked some zombie b***h, no matter how much she deserved it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:26 pm
Tango might as well have been talking to a wall for all Evie reacted. She picked at the muffin with clumsy fingers, putting a tiny morsel into her mouth and swallowing it. It tasted like ash in her mouth. Her stomach, a constant empty knot, gave a sickly roil and she winced. She pushed the muffin away and took a longer drink of water.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:30 pm
Her lack of responses was really starting to piss him off. Who the hell did she think she was? Clenching his jaw tight, he stormed over to her before raising a hand and slapping the bottle away from her grasp. "What the hell? Are you too good to talk? Or do you just go mute when you're little glow stick b***h isn't around? She was obviously the only one with a decent bone in her body. Where is she, anyways? Did you run her away, too? Did you hit her too?"
He knew he was throwing low punches. If this woman was half the mother May was, than the mere suggestion of abusing her own child would birth some form of response. If not, there was always the Carrie option. He wasn't above anything at the moment. He wanted to see this woman bleed for what she did to his mother.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:36 pm
Evie watched her water bottle spin away, glugging sadly onto the floor. She looked up at Tango with those tired, empty eyes, and suddenly sprang out of her chair. Her fist hit his throat and suddenly both hands were there, strangling him with alarming strength, given her condition.
And she was crying.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:28 pm
Tango followed the woman's gaze to the water bottle, watching as the water spilled. It filled with him some sick form of satisfaction. Licking his lips, he turned back to her ready to toss more timbre to the fire when his throat became rather intimate with her fist.
Chocking on his own air, he stumbled backwards only to find the woman's hands around his throat, cutting off his air supply. And he was honestly surprised at what strength she had, given her appearance. The fact remained, however, she was nothing but a broken woman, and he was still young, healthy, full of energy, and had more practice with physical brawls (Thanks to Adrian) then was completely necessary. He'd found himself on this end of a strangle hold before, and he'd be damned if he let the woman who hit his mother get away with holding him there.
Attempting to clear the haze that entered his brain from lack of oxygen, Tango reached up with one of his hands and locked it around one of Evie's own, his fingers wrapping around the end of her hand, covering her pinkie. The hand's hold on any object, throat- or otherwise- could be broken from here near effortlessly. So he gave a tug, while lifting a knee up and into her stomach.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:31 pm
Searing pain in Evie's middle made her gasp out of reflex, and she curled up over Tango. She heaved in one breath, then another, and then raised a bony fist and smashed it into his face with all her strength. Her knuckles split open and a ribbon of blood went through the air as she raised her hand again, eyes feverishly bright in her gaunt face. There were still tears streaming down her face, but most disturbingly, she didn't seem to realize they were there.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:38 pm
The moment her grasp on his throat was loosened due to his blow to her stomach Tango gulped air in reflexively. A part of him screamed to move away from the woman curled over him, but damn it he needed air! He watched in morbid fascination as their second gulp for air seemed almost synchronized. ******** sick.
And then her fist was raised and came crashing down on his face. When she raised her fist again, there was no hesitation. He swept his leg up and around her knee caps and yanked, hoping to get her off balance, while jumping away from his previous position.
Turning his head he spat out a mouthful of blood and could already feel it filling up again. Had she knocked a tooth? Or did she just scrape the hell out of his cheek? b***h.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:47 pm
Evie was thrown to the side, her head cracking sharply on the tiled floor. It drew no cry of pain, no reaction other than a halfhearted pat where a lump was fast forming. Her hair hung lank over her face, concealing her expression, and she suddenly lunged at Tango without warning once more. She grabbed him by the hair and snapped his head back, injured hand curled into a fist as she used him to push herself up. Her head was spinning from adrenaline and pain, and the sticky blood on her fingers was the only thing in focus.
She felt a second roil in her gut and let go of Tango. She was doing something awful. Someone loved him. She was going to hurt him and be a evil, terrible person. She didn't want to be...
...but then, what if he was terrible to her, first? Evie regarded Tango with chilling silence, breath shallow. He had mentioned Ana. What if she got away, and he hurt Ana instead? What if he did something terrible to her?
Evie, on the brink of nervous collapse for nearly a year, finally snapped.
She lunged at Tango and knocked him to the floor, teeth bared in a feral snarl. Her thin hands scrabbled around his throat and she was squeezing, squeezing the life out of him, the murdering b*****d.
"Murderer," Evie said, the first words she'd said in weeks. "Murderer!"
It all made sense now. Of course it did...
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:00 pm
Tango let out a bark of pain as the woman used his hair as a means of lifting herself up. He barely had time to register what exactly was happening, when she let him go. He backed away from her, and for the first time he noticed the deafening silence that surrounded them. The other customers were dumbed into silence at the scene around them and all he could hear was the pounding of his own blood, could only feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and could only see the wild look in the woman's eyes before him. <******** insane.
And it all made sense. The woman was off her rocker. She'd hit May, hurt May. And what about her daughter? Had she done something to her? Was that why that Anna girl was no longer at her side? A sick feeling rolled in his stomach and he thought he was going to vomit.
He should have done something that first day.
What if someone had died because of her?
Before his mind could completely wrap around this thought she was leaping at him, her hands clawing at his throat, and she was screeching the very word at him that he had just been about to use on her. Murderer. Murderer.
Panic flooded his brain, washing away his every thought. He had to get away. She was going to kill him. She was mad. She was going to kill someone else. She was going to kill him.
Instinct took over and he found himself grasping at her, chocking for air. His hand met purchase on her wrist and he held her there as he once again lifted his knee, this time aiming lower, this time not holding back.
His knee met her groin area with all the force he could muster, and male or female- it was a tender area. Her grasp on his throat loosened instantly, and keeping his grasp on her arm he rolled himself away from her body. Holding her arm, he twisted his body as he stood; leaving it turned, vulnerable, and straight out. His foot slammed onto her ankle while the elbow of his other arm slammed into the twisted appendage.
A sickening crack filled the air while her arm gave way under the pressure of his.
He dropped her arm and stared at what he'd done, his own eyes wild but with fear and shock at what he'd done. His ragged gasps and heavy heart beating screaming accusations at him.
The worst part was-
He wasn't sorry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:08 pm
The snap jolted up her arm, across her chest, up and down her spine. Evie had never had a broken bone before, and her sickly body didn't know how to react. She lay stricken on the floor, looking at her arm with curiosity. She looked up at Tango, waiting for him to finish the job. Would he step on her throat? Would he cut her apart?
Her head rested on the floor and she gave a long, long sigh. There was pain in her arm but she couldn't quite feel it.
"It's your fault they're dead," she said, tasting the words as they slipped out of her mouth. "You're going to kill me too, aren't you? Why have you waited so long?"
She gave a choked, dreadful laugh.
"Did you think it was funny when I found them? I got so sick, I was so weak. I was so scared. You must have been laughing so h-hard..."
She made a peculiar sound, half-laugh and half-sob.
"I got so sick when I found them," she rambled. "It was just like a horror movie. Why did you kill them?"
She pushed herself up with her uninjured arm, her eyes wide, too wide.
"Why did you wait so long for me?" she asked. "Why is it so funny?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:40 pm
The adrenaline refused to leave his body, causing it to hum and sing to him. A shiver coursed through him and his entire being screamed at him to do something, anything, more. He needed a release to this energy, and he needed it now.
The woman's psychobabble wasn't coming in right. He strained his ears to listen, but it seemed as though she was speaking at him from under water. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath trying to calm himself.
"-did you kill them?"
And just like that he could hear her again and all of her accusations. They hit him as if they were a knife in his chest, and he winced away from her words. He didn't kill anyone. He'd never kill anyone. He only wanted to protect his May. What was with this woman?
"Snap out of it!" He cried out loud. "You couldn't be more wrong! I'd never hurt anyone." He seethed, shaking his head. His hands flew to his hair and he tugged frustrated and- for the first time in a long time- frightened. He hurt her. He knew this. He hurt Adrian. "I'd never kill anyone." He amended.
And then she was up on her own feet again and self preservation, fear, and pure rage filled his body again. "Don't come any closer!" He roared out, surprised by the demanding, deep and resonating baritone of his own voice.
And then contrary to what he'd demanded of her, he stole the distance between them in two strides and grabbed her unbroken arm in a solid grip. "You're disgusting" He hissed out through clenched teeth, his body shaking but from his anger this time. Raising his hand he let the back of it smack her face, but he held firm onto her wrist. "You call me something I'm not, but look at yourself!" His eyes moved up and down her body. "You attacked May, you attacked me. Yet I'm the murderer?" In the back of his mind he knew he was wrong. If he'd left his mouth shut, she wouldnt have attacked. But if not him- then who would have been the one to snap her? Would they have been as lucky as he was?
He growled a little. "Where's your daughter? Where is Anastasia? Look at yourself!" He repeated, spitting in her face a little. "Look at what you did to me!" And his free hand was waving wildly at his own throat where he knew angry bruises were already forming. "Would you do this to her? Do this to Anastassia? What if it was her instead of me?
"What levels are you willing to let this ******** sick insanity go to? She's dead Evie. Move the <********> on. We all have to. Time doesn't stop. And if you think you can get away with freezing time and hiding in this s**t hole you've created for yourself, you're wrong. You're just gonna get worse, and worse. Next time it could be someone innocent. Next time, they might not be able to get the ******** away from you. You will be the murderer. You'll be no different from the ******** who took Carrie. Next time? Next time it could be Anastasia."
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