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 Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 11:44 am
Rep was always one to gloat. Anyone who knew him knew he absolutely ******** never missed a chance to rub his successes in the faces of others. His defeat of Sasha he'd had to keep quiet for the most part, the less attention brought to their feud the better, the longer it would be permitted to simmer, to mature like a ******** fine wine.
Today he'd decided he would come visit her in the infirmary, repay the kindness she'd done him last time he was stuck in a hospital bed with no desire to speak to anyone. He was in such a good mood, he'd even had a drink or four before swinging by, breaking into his precious stash, the smell of whiskey hanging on him like an old friend, a bit of dutch courage for the road.
The infirmary was quiet when he arrived, just the way he liked it, and no one accosted him as he read along the rooms until he came to Sasha's. He slipped quietly inside, grinning like the cheshire cat as he purred. "I do so ******** hope you were sleeping."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 11:58 am
If all went well, she'd be out of the room in two to three days, they'd told her. The stitches were gone from the small gashes about her lips, the bruise along her jaw had turned an ugly yellow-green, and the gash at her neck was mending well. Her ribs still caused her pain, but they were on the mend as well - six broken, two bruised - healing rapidly thanks to Nona's bond.
The knowledge of her impending release didn't help her mood. She felt like she was slowly going insane. If it hadn't been for Wash, well.
Sasha looked forward to Wash's visits. In truth, they were the only things that made this bedridden misery bearable. They'd taken to playing cards, he'd read to her. She wasn't sure what sort of label to place on their relationship, but for the time being he was hers and she was his and it just... worked. No strings, no obligations. Simple.
She'd heard footsteps before she realized who was stepping into her room: the sound had caused an expectant smile to curve her lips, a excited glow to brighten her face. That smile froze when she clapped eyes on Rep, froze and then slowly wrenched into something different. Something horrible and mean, desperate.
"I knew you'd be here eventually." She crossed her arms over her chest, a subconsciously defensive gesture, and waited for his next move.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:35 pm
Rep looked the prone woman over with a sort of pride. It was his handiwork, even as it faded away at the efficient hands of the weapon link, it was a delight to behold, art carved into the oh so malleable living flesh of another person. And she would heal, she would always heal, there would always be more to destroy.
Yet today, he wasn't sure what he wanted, violence wasn't on his immediate agenda, he had exacted that pleasure from her, the violent urges in him were curled and satisfied. Today was simply for something besides, some quiet reflection, a chance to bask in his victory, in what he'd done. She would not bend or break under his fists, he would have to seek another way, some deeper and more rooted weakness. As he entered he'd caught the shift in her expression, like a cloud darkening the glimmer of her smile as she recognised him, it was a twist of satisfaction to have that effect on her but at the same time it meant there was some hope, some optimism in her life, he would have to one day seek it out.
"Of course." he said "Why the ******** wouldn't I visit my favourite creature?"
He moved to stand by the bed, looking her over as if she were a slab of meat laid out on a butcher's counter, his eyes lingered on her lips. "You should be grateful you know, there aren't many bitches I'd ever kiss." His smirk broadened. "You taste exactly how I thought you would."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 1:01 pm
She watched him closely. There was something so sensually feline about the man - it drew her to him in a terrible sort of way. Her brow lifted when he said the word 'favorite' - he was being positively horrible. Disgusting, brutish, gloating. Sasha needed it. Craved that loathsome, destructive streak. It belonged to her - an odd thought to have, but it was there and she wouldn't ignore it. It was hers.
She stilled in the bed as he glanced over her, her skin crawling. He smelled rich, sharp - alcohol? - and Sasha couldn't help how her breath caught when his gaze stilled at her lips. Oh, how she ******** hated every piece of him. She wanted to dig her nails into him, tear him apart with her teeth - only so that he could mend, and then she wanted to do it all over again.
"You could've been more gentle," Sasha hissed softly, mockingly, lifting a hand to gesture at her lips. "You were so rough. And, of course, I'm dying to know what I taste like, Rep. Don't keep a lady waiting."
His derogatory words didn't phase her. Each name he called her only added fuel to a cataclysmic fire, one that would devour them both.
She couldn't help but hope he hadn't seen her smile when he'd come into the room.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 1:16 pm
Rep's normal almost manic tension was blunted by the alcohol, the edge he usually walked between absolute violence and almost childish delight a much more stable and even place. It was strange to him how close fondness and hatred lay to one another on the spectrum. There was a possessiveness in the push and shove. Like him, so alike and yet so polar and different.
"That wasn't rough." he said lazily, seating himself on her bed with absolute disreguard for any lingering aches she might suffer. "If I'd been as rough as I wanted to be, I'd be dead right now, they'd kill me no question. That was tenderness compared to what I'd like to do."
He patted her hip, another parody of intimacy, they were clearly just old friends, friends visiting in the infirmary. "As for how you taste? Mmmh. Like fire and ice." The sharp tang of blood had always appealed to him, his body rebelled against the taste, metallic and sharp, but what it represented to Rep, victory twined up with lifeblood, overruled the revulsion. "Disgusting yet never enough."
He hadn't moved the possessive hand from her hip, deliberate and possessive.
"How has your stay been? Many visitors? Or did you burn all those bridges when you went up in flames?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 1:45 pm
Sasha let out a low hiss of pain when he seated himself on the bed, his movements jarring her just enough to cause discomfort. She didn't bother to hide it - in her mind, he'd earned these little rewards. Sasha would give them to him just as he'd given them to her in the goosebumps that had rippled his skin, the harsh inhalations, the tensing of his muscles.
"You're so revolting," she purred almost sweetly, wheezing slightly as she tried to shift further up in the bed. He was a b*****d, and she hated everything that he was. Her skin crawled at his touch against her hip: she savored it, let it build and twine in her gut. For a brief moment she studied his hands - the same hands that had landed her here. Sasha's mouth wrenched as she lifted her gaze up to meet his.
"Fire and ice? Never enough? Are you saying that you're addicted to this, Rep? Drug of choice?"
Sasha snorted.
"Rin came by. Other than that it's been quiet." Such a blatant lie. Maybe he was drunk enough that he wouldn't pick it up.
"I'm still not sure how I ended up back here. I was hoping you'd let me bleed out - and then they'd take you down. Maybe they'd incinerate us together. Kind of a sweet thought, don't you agree? Mm?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 2:17 pm
The hiss of pain made him smile cordially, as if she'd complimented his outfit or some other nicety. After all it was a compliment of his handiwork, a thrashing well done.
"Guess I kinna am." he purred, smirking as he fished in the deep pocket of his hunter coat - his usual alternative to an actual shirt - for the half bottle of whiskey, almost out, that he'd brought. "I take pride in it." He took her slight edging away as an invite to swing a knee up onto the bed too, legs loosely crossed as he occupied all the space she left, making sure the contact never eased up.
"I've always ******** been addicted to hate, you are nothing special." he stated bluntly. It was a lie in one respect, she was special, most women never found their hatred the way she had, many of them went to their graves passive and broken, never railing against the control the world exerted upon them. Those women were boring. Sasha was not.
He took a swig of his drink. "And just Rin eh?" He glanced at the book and the cards on the bedside table. He reached out to take the book and eye it, the cover at least was legible without his glasses. Alice in Wonderland. Even someone like him knew the gist of it all, he'd been read it in school when he was too young to know better than to attend.
"A ******** weird choice for Rin. I'd have thought she'd have brought you like, a compendium of boring ******** plants, or something." his chuckle was a derisive snicker. "You are never Alice. Maybe the Queen of Hearts, nothing but blind, pointless hate and little else. An obstacle."
At her mention of how she'd gotten there he gave her a condescending smile. "Bleeding out would be such a martyr's death for you. You don't deserve that. If I ever do let you die, it will be when you beg me to. When I've broken you beyond all redemption. I'll let you die, not out of hate, but out of ******** pity."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 2:51 pm
Her skin crawled when he reached over to pick up the book. She wanted to slap it out of his hand. It wasn't his to touch, not his to question. Things suddenly felt as if they'd shifted from fair play to something entirely different. Was this how he'd felt when she'd mentioned Jordan and Harrison? She hadn't even spoken Wash's name. She'd never tell him.
God, it felt like he was all over her, and she wanted to vomit. She wanted to purge herself of him - it was too much, seeing that book in his hands.
The truth of the matter was, if it'd been Jerry... this would have been different. She wouldn't have felt that urge to react to the sight of Rep's hands on the cover of the book. It would have been different. The time shared with Wash in the Lair made things very, very different between her and the Moon hunter.
Wash was one of hers.
"And yes, only Rin." She could trust Rin. The raven-haired woman had always been safe to trust her secrets to. Sasha fell silent as she tried to regain control of her rampant rage. Reign it in.
Desperate to take his attention off of the book, off of whatever thoughts were in his mind, Sasha cleared her throat.
"I think I am something special," she eyed the book, nostrils flaring as she warred with the urge to lash out. Sasha yearned to bring the attention back to herself, to get him to focus on her instead of the book - instead of the thought that she might have someone or something in her life that was special and sacred.
She'd rather die a million horrible deaths.
"Do you know how easy it would be for me to talk to Allan? Turn on the tears, 'Oh Allan, Rep hurt me badly, I think he wants to stab me in my kokoro, Allan,' - and you know he'd probably believe me. I'm special, Rep - because I ******** let you do this to me. I don't have my head in the gallows, I'm not waiting for the axe to fall."
She looked a little too smug.
"You are."
<We want to rip out his throat, dove.>
Sasha smiled slightly.
Yes, we do.
"Off with your head, hmm?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 3:13 pm
There was something not quite right, something tense in the way she eyed the book, he couldn't place it, couldn't tell if it was simply the insult or something far deeper than that. A mere hunch and a feeling. And it seemed well founded, Rep felt the shift in tone like an impending storm, they'd been playing at the amicable lets-be-friends thing in a sort of teasing sort of dance, now there were claws and threats out of nowhere, the stakes were being upped from the wrong side.
He only did that when he felt threatened, somehow it seemed like she would too.
"You could try." he said coolly, flicking through one page at a time, staring directly at her like a tiger crouched over its kill, searching, gauging for any and all reaction. "But Allan is a good person, he can ******** tell when something is rotten to the core. Truly good people can. He'd see right ******** through you to your twisted black heart. He wouldn't buy it any more than he'd buy me trying to lie to him." He smirked toothily, he had absolute respect and confidence in the Sun leader, it wasn't him with the gun pointed at Rep's head and he counted on making sure Sasha never knew who was.
"Everything I did was legit, it was pure Sun. Fight, get stronger and have ******** fun doing it. And I had fun doing that to you. So much fun."
"But you know what? I was never a fan of reading, especially not ******** women reading. Just look, you get .." he clenched his hands in the pages and ripped several free. "...just all of the.." he tossed them idly onto the bed, daring her to complain
Another page came loose in his hand and he tried not to think about how Jordan would feel about him treating books this way. "The only accurate thing about the whole ******** book is that in the end, there is no ******** Wonderland. The only real world is the one where Alice has to go off and belong to a man."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 3:47 pm
His words flew past her ears, none of them actually registering. Not a single word sank in, made any sense to her. All of her attention was on that book, he had all of her focus on that book and the pages within. She'd gone pale, the area around her lips tightening as he started flipping through the book like it was his, like it belonged to him. Like everything that the book stood for, everything it meant, everything it represented was his to destroy, to pull apart and shred as if it meant nothing.
Her jaw almost dropped when the first fistful of books were torn free. Even then, his words weren't registering. Thoughts were rampaging through her mind, thoughts of Wash patiently reading her to sleep, the bright flash of his white smile as he beat her a** at go fish, his laughter, his teasing.
He was one of hers, and she would never forsake him.
An unholy, outraged shriek was ripped from her throat, a sound of pure hatred. She was in no shape to take him down, and she'd be lucky if she didn't land a few more days in the infirmary - but she felt consumed. She was out of control, driven by a strange sort of primal possession over the book - over the man that had spent hours reading to her - the man that had held her as she died - the man who had taken her with such unrestrained passion that she'd felt branded by his touch, his kiss.
Her hands formed claws as she lurched forward towards Rep, a broken sound of pain rupturing past her lips. She wasn't yet healed, her rips still bruised from Tracey's weight, but the animalistic rage that drove her now would not allow her to feel pain. She was frantic, furious, incapable of rational thought.
"I'll kill you."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 4:17 pm
His smirk, normally just a defensive mask became sharp and real as she lunged for him.
<>
"No. You won't." he snarled, leaping to meet her, to fight her rage with his own full shield and nerves deadened by alcohol, let her scratch and tear at him, seeking only for traction. His sole aim was to pin her to the bed, Tracey not an option in this small closed proximity.
The book was tossed to the floor, the mostly empty whiskey bottle falling to lay beside it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 6:39 pm
The pain that zinged through her healing ribs caused white pinpoints of blinding light to swim across her vision. She ignored it and went after him with gnashing teeth, snapping at him like a ravenous piranha.
"Get off of me, get off of me! This doesn't involve anyone but you and me! I'll ******** kill you, Rep!"
She ignored the book, ignored the bottle. The only thing that she saw was Rep's face, and she yearned to bite him, scratch his eyes out - anything.
Sasha knew that by doing this, by lashing out and delivering threats she couldn't hope to back up - she was only making it obvious that there was someone she was trying to protect, very desperately.
Her body was still weak despite how badly she wanted to fight him, to maim him, to drown him in her loathing. Soon enough she was panting, eyes still wide, damp with sweat and pale with pain.
"I'll kill you."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 6:54 pm
Her desperation was like music to his ears - something about that book had struck home hard. It hadn't been Rin who had given her it but someone else entirely.
"That wasn't.." He snarled with effort, she was weakened but the sheer fight borne of her rage was formidable to say the least. "..what you were saying before, when you brought Ace and Jordan into this." The memory of that terror was still fresh and raw, the way he'd had to diminish the relationship, lie through his teeth to try and throw her off their trail.
As her body failed her in her anger, he found himself left panting, taken off guard by the ferocity of the fight she had been capable of, a woman unhinged. He laughed darkly. "I re-iterate. No, you won't." The smell of alcohol was still heavy on his breath and his cold blue eyes shone with amusement as he snarled. "Because I've found the crack in your armour and you already showed me how far you'd go." It was a bluff, he had no idea who the person she was trying to protect was, it could be Jerry, it could be anyone. But it was a small island, word travelled. It was a matter of patience.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 7:08 pm
Sasha paused, breathing heavily, pinned beneath him. She shifted, bit down on the pain, forced it to heel so that she could expend the last bit of her energy in an attempt to throw him off of her. She couldn't breathe, the bitter tang of her own rage hot and overpowering in her throat.
"I'll never tell you," she panted softly. "You'll never, never know." The soft panting turned into a mad, raspy chuckle, "You will never, ever know."
And yet, deep down, she knew it wouldn't be difficult for him to find out. She couldn't think about it. Sasha knew she'd already given too much away - there was no way she'd be able to bluff, to say it was just sex.
Washington Becker had saved her life. He was a good man.
She could smell the rich warmth of whiskey on his breath. Sasha hated the flash of amusement in those blue eyes, hated the weight of him on top of her, hated the fact that she hadn't been able to keep her cool.
"I ******** hate you. I hate everything about you."
Her eyes were locked on his lips. She wanted to eat him alive.
"Get the ******** off of me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 7:20 pm
"You know I will. Nothing is ever secret on this island for long. I of all ******** people know that." Living in each other's pockets, impossible to escape. Privacy was a luxury for normal people, not them.
His tone twisted into an almost motherly croon, dripping with condescension "Oh I know, I know dear. You hate me so much." He ran a hand through her hair in a mockery of affection. "I hate you too." Everything was so much more fun when he was buzzed with alcohol, he couldn't help the cruel laughter that bubbled up through him, absolute delight feeding off of every inch of her discomfort and resentment.
He sat up on her hips with his full weight.
"Say please."
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