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Post by Ventia on Mar 19, 2017 22:44:13 GMT -5
(( Orfeo)) It was just another job. Ivy told herself as she felt the hand go up her leg. She was dressed exactly like the man enjoyed his victims to be. With white lace stockings, silver stilettos and a lacy skirt that left little imagination to what was underneath topped with a white shirt that had 'Angel' written on it with her red hair up in pigtails and her face looking more innocent than it did in years...well she looked like a cute doll. He liked dolls. Ivy didn't enjoy the way his rough hand dirtied the expensive white stockings she wore and she tried not to glare at the smudges of dirt she saw already. Damnation. Wearing white in a dirty alleyway was going to mean a trip to a laundry mat. Ivy sighed. The man caught the movement of her lips and his hand paused just a bit under the skirt. Ivy let her baby blue eyes slide to his, having forgo the green contacts today. Blue eyes were more doll-like anyways. "Hey baby," the man pressed her harder against the wall and Ivy knew that yes. Dry cleaning was in order. Either way, she trembled backwards, her legs shaking a little and her hands easing up to fall heavily over his as if she were hanging over him. "You feeling good?" He hummed, his hand forgoing her skirt and running up her shirt to her back. Ivy let a smile grow on her face, letting her eyes go unfocused and started to nod just a little. "Mmhmm!" She giggled and used that movement to fall into him, curling her arms around his neck and bending her back against the wall. He made a grunt and Ivy rolled her eyes, the seemingly drugged look to her gaze gone. She rolled the wire out of her bracelet, staring at the thin thread and ignoring the feel of the man's hands curling over her hips, fingers trying to snake their way underneath. She had the wire undone, she wrapped it around her fingers and bounced back, the wire still hanging behind him. "In about a minute, I'll be happy to rid the earth of scum like you. So yeah, I'll be happy darling." She kept the same voice she had on before when he thought she was just another drugged out victim so it took the poor sod to figure it out. "Who are-" "I'm your baby remember." Ivy cooed and pulled on her hands, feeling the cord collide with the back of his neck. "And I'll let you know just how it feels to cut through all your barbies necks you bastard." Ivy said with a smile.
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Post by Orfeo on Mar 19, 2017 23:25:11 GMT -5
He hadn't felt as exhausted in an investigation as he had in this one for a very long time. Not since the Jenny incident, and even way before that. This was one of those that simply added up in all of the wrong places. Another killer this time, but one that clearly had too much time to work in the profession. It sickened Reaver, but pushing personal feelings aside, it also astounded him. One connection was clear the moment he had been handed the case files from the station: every single one of the victims either had a criminal record that only the devil would be proud of or had done something that had caught the attention of the police, but that they couldn't touch. Vigilante was the first word that came to his head, but then, that word meant that this person was out to do good. He needed to remind himself of what was right and what was wrong. Acting as judge, jury, and executioner was nothing that Reaver condoned.
It didn't help the fact that just recently he had come across another case that had gone cold which struck a little too close to home. Katie Black. Memories quickly surfaced when he had read the name and a cold shiver had gone down his spine when he imagined what Ms. Black must have gone through. Nobody ever found her, didn't seem to have a clue. If the pack hadn't tracked her down... well, Reaver didn't want to fear the worse. With all the time he had spent away from the pack? All the isolation? He had nary a clue as to Katie's whereabouts or the cause for her disappearance. In a sense, him taking on her case as well felt like atonement for all the neglect he'd given to the pack. On the other hand, she was a childhood friend whom he believed all this time had been living in the pack. He couldn't simply ignore it.
His apartment was a mess of papers and maps, made it look like a mad man was hatching some form of elaborate conspiracy theory. The killings were his priority and the Katie case was his own project on the sidelines, but he worked both at the same time as well.
He always arrived too late, be it by minutes of hours or even days. A person would call in something suspicious, a noise or a shadow or something that didn't add up, and by the time he got the call, the body was already cold. Trying to predict when the next attack was going to happen turned out to be impossible. So Reaver resorted to the next best solution, and moved to preventing an attack instead. Again, the pattern was somewhat simply to follow, but tedious to work with. There were a dozen people that Reaver could choose from, all of them candidates that fit the profiles he had created of those who had already been murdered. Reaver stuck to one man and neglected the others, and for days, he followed this man. Losing sleep, going hungry, feeling like he was absolutely insane for thinking that this was such a good idea. Ren's mocking tone of voice didn't help whenever she popped in to annoy him.
And he was almost ready to give in and move on to something better and easier, until he finally caught his break. If there was one thing he was thankful for, it was that he still had better hearing than most humans (even if his wasn't trained, and thus inferior to most other shifters). His heart rate suddenly accelerated and he had to stop himself from letting out a loud sigh, his breath caught up into a tight knot in his chest, and a small frown appeared on his face.
Reaver did his best to run, struggling with his aching leg and the cane as he stumbled out of the car and slammed the door shut, holding on to the brown coat tightly by the buttons over his chest. His hair was an unkempt long mess that he had hastily combed back inside the rental car but with the jarring movements of his body it was already beginning to drop over his brow and get into his vision. With the alley just up ahead, he reached back and pulled out the badge, his proof of identification, and held it tightly in his left hand as he rounded the corner, breathing hard, to look down to the two of them.
He was, for one second, surprised that it was a woman that had been doing all of these hits so effortlessly. But then that surprise was replaced with a determination that engulfed his face and, fearlessly, and perhaps even a little carelessly, he took two steps toward them. "You drop that wire right fucking now and let that man go!"
Instinctively he raised the badge upwards and pointed it in her direction, his body weight leaning up against the cane for support in order to relieve some of the pain from his leg. "Private investigations!" he continued, "Let. Him. Go! Then both of you turn around and face the wall!"
His heart was racing faster now, and a somewhat wild look had taken over his eyes. For a brief second, he smirked, feeling like he had finally won this ridiculous game of chess.
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Post by Ventia on Mar 19, 2017 23:51:56 GMT -5
It wasnt the blood that made Ivy's fingers tremble and hesitate, nor was it the man's scream or desperation fight to escape. It was the sound of something hitting the ground that fast and coming closer to her that made her stop digging the wire into the man. Being a little under a inch into the neck, it was nothing but a really bad cut. She should have yanked it once she heard those steps but something in her forced her to stop.
Her eyes widen slightly at the sudden man screaming and holding out a badge. A distant memory of Clara warning her that someone was showing up at all the precious scenes popped into her mind. It was why Clara wanted Ivy to stay low for a bit. Let Jaimie take on more cases. Ivy hadn't allowed it. The less cases Jaimie did-the better.
His voice snapped her back to reality and she curled closer towards the man, even though he was beginning to hurt her with the punches that he was throwing under her arms. Her eyes flicked towards the badge and curled the silver wire tighter around her tiny hands. "Let him go?"
She cocked her head to the side, staring at the man in the dim light as if he were crazy. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe she was crazy. She was after all killing someone. She shrugged, the movement making her fingers flinch and therefore digging just a little more into the man. He screamed. Ivy pursed her lips.
"P.I. huh? Looks like I was right. Someone finally got their revenge. All-" mid sentence she kicked the man suddenly with all her strength, pushing the man away from her and seeing the wire up close next to her nose. "Right. My hands are up." She let the wire slip from the floor and it landed on top of the bloodied head.
"Oh that's right. You wanted me to face the wall yes?" Ivy glanced at the man and turned, placed her hands carefully on the wall and then leaned on it instead.
"Sorry about the wire. I have a tendency to spasm and therefore kick. Didn't mean to. Would have gladly let him go." Ivy glanced at the head and then the body then at the P.I.
"So now what?"
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Post by Orfeo on Mar 20, 2017 0:19:31 GMT -5
One more careful step and then he stopped, and his mouth flew open in disbelief. He'd been shot, stabbed, and cut. He'd seen things a thousand times worse than this, but not once had he actually seen it happen. For a full five seconds after she dropped the wire, all Reaver could do was stand and stare with his mouth agape, his bottom lip quivering at the same time that the fingers wrapped around his badge twitched. It was a moment of disbelief that he hadn't expected, coming immediately after he had been so certain that he had finally achieved victory. But it didn't make him question his yet childish naive nature, how could he when all his eyes could look at was the ever growing puddle of blood that came from the corpse.
His eyes darted back up, at the nonchalant stance that the woman had adopted, and at how she looked at the body, and then at him, as if it were nothing. If there had every been a doubt in his mind that this was his killer then those doubts were gone. And he listened, too. He listened to what sounded to him like a challenge, and a slow anger began to build up inside of him. Another life slipped through his fingers. If only he'd reacted faster, moved quicker. If his damn leg wasn't acting up, today of all days, he could've ran. Tackled her. Cuffed them both to take them in.
"Turn around. A-And place your hands high on the wall, above your head. Now!" That bark was unexpected, even for himself, and it took him by surprise, but it felt good too. "I won't. Say it." His voice darkened in tone, at first quivering before steadying itself to a darkened resolve. "Again." He placed the badge back into the pocket of his coat and made for the inside, toward his hip, pushing the coat aside a little to reveal a black t-shirt that hung fit against his torso. Hand concealed inside the coat, he bent his head a little and locked his gaze at her. "Do it!" He finally screamed, voice cracking.
Moments like these were the few that he wished he didn't adopt a stance against guns. A weapon would be good by now. This was too much of a risk, acting like he was reaching for a gun now, hoping that this woman would take the bluff and give herself in. It wasn't too late to set things right, avenge this life as well as all the others she had taken, and finally place this crazy psycho behind bars.
He contemplated, for a brief second, calling for backup. He should have the moment he decided it was time to intervene. And yet he didn't. Reaver felt suddenly alone, in a confrontation against her, and knew that if he moved his hand to call for backup she'd call his bluff on a weapon. Right now that was the only leverage he had. His right hand, tightly holding on to the walking cane, trembled as his knuckles turned a paper white from the pressure he was applying to the object. He could feel the fingers of his left hand twitching, actually trying to reach for a gun that wasn't there, hoping that, maybe, this time would be the one that it just magically appeared.
Reaver's throat felt parched all of the sudden. The sight of the blood made him tremble in the wrong way, and he couldn't help but feel an urge he thought he had suppressed.
"Make this easy, now." Finally he began to take steps toward her, cautious but deliberate. "And do as I say."
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Post by Ventia on Mar 20, 2017 1:29:44 GMT -5
"Oh we're doing the wall thing again are we?" Ivy asked once the private investigator gathered the information he had just seen. She glanced at his hand, yes it was quite dark in this fowl smelling alleyway but there was enough light for her to see mostly everything.
Which meant she saw the badge disappearing into the coat and his hand moving towards his hip. "You won't say it again. I get it." Ivy smeared the blood off her fingers on her stockings. Maybe not the laundry mat after all. Not that many owners overlooked blood stains.
"Grab your gun. Shoot me. I don't care. I was expecting a gun either way. Just a badge was sort of surprising." She knew she was giving him time. But Ivy wasn't going to hurt him. It wasn't her...nature to kill innocents. So far, he was just a person trying to do justice.
In her own way, so was she. But she found out a long time ago that she and Goverment workers had a different way of doing things.
Her eyes snapped at his feet when he moved and she instantly moved back, stepping over the head towards the middle of the alleyway. "Make this easy on you? No thank you. I've done my work. I usually clean it up but well I guess you're here for that." He took another step and so did she. Her eyes trained on his body and flickering once to his hand.
She survived worst than a few bullets. Or a taser. Or knife wounds. She would live. But he wouldn't live if she was any later than she was now. Clara would kill him. Ivy didn't like killing innocents, like she stated before. But Clara would if it meant keeping those around her safe. Hell. Even Ivy might kill a innocent if it meant keeping Jaimie safe. Maybe. Who knew.
"If your a P.I. then you know what this man has done. He's no innocent. He's killed innocents. Sliced their heads just like he's sliced all those damn dolls. He made human dolls out of children and defenseless women and he would humiliate them even after death. You people let him go because of what? Because it's too hard to corner him? Because of the rules and the law? While another son goes missing or another young woman vanished from a club only to be found as broken as a doll?"
Ivy glared. The black of her pupil dilating and eating up the baby blue eyes of hers. "No. I won't make it easy for you. If I do. These bastards will keep existing and I won't stop until I've taken as much as I can down with me. So shoot Mr. P.I. or else you'll never see me again."
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Post by Orfeo on Mar 20, 2017 1:53:56 GMT -5
He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth against each other. Heart rate accelerating once again, not of fear nor adrenaline nor exhilaration, but some form of anger that he couldn't really identify. Not the kind of anger that exploded in bouts of rage and lead to violence, but the one that brooded silently on the inside and built itself up, slowly, consuming. With every word spoken out of her mouth he could only feel it grow. A tone of voice that he identified as a kind of twisted self-entitlement to be the hand that judged what others did.
"You've done your work? All you did was murder a man in cold blood, without trial. There are rules, regulations. A system set up to keep order and peace. Do you really believe that I was going to just let him go? That the law turns a blind eye to sick bastards like that? Do you really believe that you are above these people because you are giving, what, retribution? I do not know what kind of sick god complex is going through your mind that makes you think you can be the judge, jury, and executioner, but you have no right to be acting like you are above this all." He flicked his cane at the body, keeping in step with her as she backed away from him.
Now he was stepping over the body, but he didn't spare a glance down at it other than to avoid stepping on the blood that had pooled around it. He clenched his hand inside his coat and, biting at the inside of his cheek, finally pulled it out and let it drop beside his waist, open and empty. "If you really believe that you'll be getting away from this, then you're wrong. If me finding you here proves anything, it's that I'm not going to stop." A wicked smile which he couldn't control suddenly grew on his face, a grin that for a split second flashed his teeth and was matched only by the somewhat wild look in his eyes.
With confidence, he breathed in deeply and then added, "You're going to have to kill me if you don't want me to ever find you again."
He should have called for backup. The thought flashed through his head once again, and with large warning signs. What he was doing was stupid. He was being cocky, arrogant, and careless. But Reaver couldn't shake the feeling that every second not spent dealing with this woman would be a second of opportunity where she could get away. He couldn't allow that to happen. Not after so many slip-ups. Even through his confident words he knew that this could very well be his one and only chance to set things right and stop these killings.
One less killer in the streets.
Reaver didn't dare think it anymore. His right hand, which held an iron grip, let go of the walking cane, and in that split second he did his best to push off from the ground and dash into a sprint. He didn't even dare think of the sudden pain that shot up his right leg, since moments spent thinking on that would be moments where he could be careless, and let her get away. His focus was on her and on taking her down. With a determined effort, Reaver dashed down the alley and barreled toward her.
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Post by Ventia on Mar 20, 2017 2:19:32 GMT -5
Ivy laughed at his words, it was a tired laugh that emitted coldness. But really, his words would had stroke a nerve in her had she not seen the effects of her killings. Of the families that had been affected by the bastards react to the news of their deaths. But she did see it. She knew what she did. Maybe she was no different then those bastards. But she wasn't going to stop.
"You're right. I don't have a right. But now no one else will be hurt by that man. If that makes me a cold bloodied killer than fine. I'm a killer. I got a sick god issue like you say." Ivy stepped back, crouching now as he backed her in. She could run. She should run. But that same something that made her hesitant earlier made her drag her feet.
She raised a answering brow at his vow and smiled at that wicked grin he had on. "A game of cat and mouse huh?" Ivy saw his hand come out empty and hid a knowing smile. So he was weaponless after all. Ivy had known. If he had a weapon, he would have bared it in the beginning. Not just demand with a lowly badge for her to stop.
"Unfortunately, you're not on my list." His anger was contagious but Ivy didn't allow herself to get tempted to the rage she had in her and...she dropped. The floor hit her hard, along with the front of his legs when he collided with her head. She pushed up, using his momentum to throw him off balance at the sudden collision down below. She twisted on the floor, throwing her leg around. Blood staining her stockings, skirt, and palms, as she moved towards the detective.
Killing no. But a good punch ought to do the trick. Once she was near the man who should have been sprawled out on the floor, she noticed two things.
One. He wasn't human. Two. He had mismatched eyes.
Her heart stopped.
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Post by Orfeo on Mar 20, 2017 2:46:19 GMT -5
Perhaps it was her admitting that she had no right to be doing these things that only fueled the fire inside Reaver. Her words just naturally irked him in a form that even Ren couldn't match. It was like she was egging him on to, go ahead, and try something. Daring him. Her words mocked him and he, for a second, wished that he had been on her list just so that she'd have a reason to meet him face-to-face once again. So he could get her and put her away.
There was a sudden and inexplicable thrill that was matched only by the sudden shock as the woman dropped to the ground. He'd already gained too much momentum, even if he had tried to stop or side-step, his reaction time was shit as it was. Instead of going through her and pinning her to the ground as he had initially intended to do, Reaver ended up tripping over the woman's body. Her strength, he found, a little unnatural for one her size, but then again he didn't even have time to ponder this.
The world around him both slowed down and sped up, leaving him in a limbo of vertigo that made his stomach twist itself into a knot. A loud wheeze was the only sound that left his throat as he landed hard on his stomach. It had felt like the entire weight of his body had piled itself down on his lungs, and then some. He rolled over on the ground and found himself panicking for a couple of seconds as attempts to breath in were met only with a closed off and strained feeling in his throat. Like his body refused to intake any air at all.
It only took a couple more attempts for him to finally get one full breath of air, relief washing over him at the same time that a pain engulfed his right leg and his ribs. "Ffuuck!" And already he could also taste a little bit of his own blood at the tip of his tongue, his fangs having sliced into his cheek enough to draw some of it during the impact.
As one hand reached up to hold on to his leg and the other held onto his side, all Reaver could do was look up with wide eyes at the woman, whose clothing was stained in the blood of the man she had killed. "I-I..." It still hurt to breath, and talking was only putting a strain on his lungs that still struggled to get full breaths of air. Heart beating against his ears. Sweat trickling down his brow. And his hair, annoyingly, getting into his vision again. "Y-You think this..." Reaver breathed in, and then breathed out, "... is over?"
He made a pathetic attempt at kicking at the woman's heels with his left leg, but now the pain was being replaced by an exhaustion. Days without sleep or without eating, watching a single man hour after hour, waiting for her to show. He'd pushed his body more than he aught to have, and this one fall was all it too for Reaver to get pushed over the edge. Even as he attempted to pull himself back up onto his feet all his arms could do was tremble under the weight of his body before giving up.
"It's not over," he mumbled under his breath, and for the second time attempted to pull himself back up, this time managing to crawl over to the wall, which he used as support to steady himself enough to, at the very least, get one foot planted firmly on the ground. "Not until you kill me," he repeated again, more to himself this time than to her.
Though it was no use. Try as he might, Reaver couldn't get his second foot up off the ground with the combination of pain and exhaustion. In the end, all he could do was lean up against the damp wall and pant for a breath of air, not quite glaring at the woman, but not letting defeat show in his eyes either.
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Post by Ventia on Mar 20, 2017 3:25:42 GMT -5
His lips were moving. She stared in horror as he tried to take a breath of air. The rage in her eyes were gone. Concern. Pain. Guilt. Those emotions stared at him through her baby blue eyes. This...she never expected this to be their way of meeting each other again. And now? The sight of the hate he had for her that was evident in those mismatched eyes broke her heart.
She forced herself to breathe, her body instinctively sliding back at his attempts of kicks. She had to run. Had to flee. He couldn't see her like this. He couldn't know. Couldn't figure it out that the killer he wanted to kill was in fact his childhood friend. Ivy tried to get up. But her legs felt dead. Dead with the knowledge that now the only person who she cherished hated her like no tomorrow.
"No." She smiled softly now as she looked at Reaver. No. It wouldn't be over. Not if it was Reaver tracking her down. He was annoyingly stubborn. "I suppose it's not." Ivy watched as he made his way towards the wall, her eyes staring at his right leg. He had a limp now? How? Questions started to burn in her head but she tried to ignore them.
Despite the hate he now had for her, Ivy was...glad to see him alive. The last she saw of him. He had been half dead and soulless. Bound to a chair. Now? He was a detective. Always one for the law, that one.
Ivy felt tears start to build up. It blurred her vision and her heart ached. She wondered if he could hear it breaking. Doubtful. She pushed up from the bloodied ground. Wishing she could hide herself from him.
"I'll never kill you." She whispered it and took a few steps backwards. She hated it. But she grabbed the head by the hair and straightened and with a louder voice, said: "Until we meet again, Mr. P.I."
Ivy took one last look at the mess that was Reaver and then turned and ran out of the alleyway, faster than she meant to, as if running would change the fact that now she was a hated woman in Reaver's eyes.
What a night.
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