Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Post by Jewel on Feb 2, 2016 16:39:56 GMT -5
((Ventia))
It was bliss, the black. The kind of black that you saw when your eyes were closed. She was numb, too. Void of any pain or sorrow or anxiety. Brooklyn didn't have to worry about her family finding out about her lies. Didn't need to go to Confession at the moment. Didn't feel the desire to save lives.
Brooklyn Ophelia Bishop was just ... there.
Was she even alive?
Showly, the woman came to. Slowly, her anxiety came back. Slowly, she found out that she couldn't move her legsor arms. There was a horrible crick in her neck.
And that was because she was bound and gagged in a chair.
How could she have been so stupid? Her eyebrows drew together, more of anger at herself than confusion as to where she was. Her mother didn't convince her to leave her conceal-carry at home. Brooklyn convinced herself. Killian didn't promise her that she'd be safe with him. She promished herself.
And now look at where she was.
Where was she, exactly? And who had her bound? What was that awful smell - did she fart in her sleep? How was she supposed to get out?
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Post by Ventia on Feb 2, 2016 23:00:55 GMT -5
Alison ran her hand through her long brown, making sure to not disrupt the perfect big curls that it was styled in. She was just beautiful, with her long hair, glossy pink lips, amber eyes that had more green in them than brown, a cute button nose, soft cheekbones, and a permanent blush covering her cheeks. She was small, almost 5'6 with a lithe body to match. There was a unnatural sweet scent to her, as if she rubbed her skin with too much lotion constantly to make sure she always smelled perfect. Everything about her screamed girly and if she was in distress, it was obvious that she would wait for her Prince Charming to come help her out instead of doing it herself.
Allison now stood against the wall, her arms folded under her chest, her perfect manicured nails tapping against her arm in aggravation. "What does he even see in you." She hissed to herself, a nasty frown coming over her face. Her voice seemed oddly...normal compared to her physical appearance. It was boring. And easy to forget. Almost like background music, like if you were forced to pay extra attention to it, only then would you notice that there was background noise.
She tapped her fingers again, biting now on her lower lip trying to figure this out. Since she couldn't, she got aggravated. "Bitch." Allison walked over to the tied up woman and slapped her awake. There was no hesitation. No guilt. Matter of fact, she smiled at hearing the loud echo of skin against skin contact. Enjoyed causing this woman who captured HER man's attention and took HER man away from HER. because after all? Killian would come crawling back to her. They belonged together. It was meant to be.
"Wake up slut," Allison giggled and slapped her again-harder this time and leaving a nasty red mark on Brooklyn's face for a few seconds before her body healed it. Not that Allison noticed. Not yet.
"Tell me. What did you do to steal my man? Huh? Trap him into being engaged. With you?" She laughed at the thought of that, because this woman was nowhere near Killian's taste. She? She was Killian's taste. Every inch of her was what Killian liked. Long brown hair. Pink lips. A rosy flush on the cheeks. Someone small and petite. Skinny. Fragile. Killian loved her. Her. Not this...this tomboy.
"Wake. Up!" Allison hissed and slapped her once more.
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
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Post by Jewel on Feb 2, 2016 23:40:42 GMT -5
Brooklyn felt the sting. And sting it did. She couldn't help but to flinch at it. She didn't wake up to the first one, yet the second she did. And because of this, she blinked her eyes until they became clear enough for her to see exactly who it was that held her hostage.
When she did, she laughed. A small, muffled laugh (due to the gag) that stated she couldn't believe she had been taken hostage by such a seemingly innocent woman. She expected a he-she. Or a terrorist that was related to the people killed in her special-ops mission. But no. It was a woman that seemed airbrushed.
It hurt her own pride that she was acting like a naive civilian. Trusting any sweet face that she passed by in the street.
She worked her jaw while the sting faded. Worked it until she tried pushing the cloth out of her mouth. Though it wasn't working quite as good as she had planned. So maybe looks were deceiving.
Her wrists tugged and tugged, too, on her bindings. She wasn't trying to be sneaky in getting out of her confinement. And just as soon as she got out of it she would teach this little girl a thing or two.
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Post by Ventia on Feb 3, 2016 11:41:51 GMT -5
"Oh good." Allison clapped her hands together in glee. "You're awake. Good for me. It didn't fun when you girls are asleep. Well-one time this loser was sleeping and I just started ripping her skin off and seeing her scream waking up was just hilarious. I had to stop and take a few seconds to regain myself since I was laughing so hard." Allison giggled and ran her fingers through her hair once more. Killian used to do that-God. Allison closed her eyes and remembered the feel of his hands sliding through her hair and touching her scalp-she moaned a little, almost as if she could still feel a whisper of his touch.
She shook herself out of it, though the arousal that Killian brought to mind was still there. God. She could just think of Killian and she could feel her panties getting wet. She couldn't wait to have him between her thighs again.
"Well so?" Allison ripped the gag off her lips so she could speak. "What did you do to get my boyfriend to be your fiancé? What? Threaten to arrest him if he didn't marry you? What! Because you're not his taste. Everyone else. Yes. But you? What about you could he like. So cough up. And I'll be quick with your death. Deal?" She ended it with a sweet smile, even batted her thick eyelashes for a sweeter effect.
Killian had woken up-his beast taking the most of the drugs that were slipped in his drink and his body regenerating him enough to gather his bearings and rush his mother-in-law to the hospital. He stumbled a few times carrying her inside the emergency room since his body was weak from the dose but if the crazy bitch put a large enough dose that made a shifter like himself pass out...he hoped that Maria would be fine.
He called her family, telling them what hospital they were at and what room and also that Brooklyn had disappeared-most likely kidnapped. Once the doctors didn't need him-Killian refused treatment even if he was still drained-Killian made his way back to the building they were at.
He forced his way inside the control room, threatening to sue (even though the chef and all the employees in the back were currently still passed out as well) and he watched the video surveillance. He couldn't tell much, just that it was a feminine build and there was one lone brown curl hanging out of the chefs hat.
Killian cursed and made his way back to the hospital-calling Ruby and Timothy-even debating to call Nathaniel so that he could talk with Jewel (after all? She was an amazing doctor and he didn't want anything happening to Maria) but since they were still on their honeymoon, he forced himself to not. Instead he told his other siblings what had happened before knocking on Maria's door.
He wasn't expecting a warm welcome since after all, he was the only man there and Maria ended up in a hospital and Brooklyn was kidnapped by a mast killer. He wouldn't be so happy either. Still. He saw Maria as his mother-in-law and goddamn. He wasn't going to let anything else hurt Brooklyn.
"How is she?"
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Feb 3, 2016 17:38:44 GMT -5
Brooklyn grunted at the pain from the gag being ripped from her mouth. Though other than that she could give the woman a bland stare. Much the same one that she had given those terrorists that had her bound in much the same way. Hearin that she had been the one to rip the skin off someone had her stomch churning. She had the urge to vomit up those cake bites.
Needless to say she wasn't giggling with her captor.
Scoffing at the death threat, she rolled her eyes. "Let's get a few things straight, punta," she said, not pleading, yet not threatening. She wasn't in the position for her to do so and for this woman to take her seriously. "I've seen scarier people than you. Even if you decide to skin me, I won't scream for you. I'm not going to plead. But I will tell you why you are so, very very wrong in your assumptions."
It hurt to be reminded that she wasn't Killian's type. But no, she wasnt about to change to look like Alison. If Killian and her weren't meant to be, so be it. Even if her heart clenched in painful need. "I might be interested in your ... boyfriend -" it's obvious that the word wasn't a favorite of hers - "but you can rest assured that because I am not his type, he isn't interested in me. Honestly, I don't even know why he came up with the lie of us being engaged." She stopped her desperation in getting out as she spoke, staying still until the last bit. That was when she lifted her left ring finger up to show the bareness of it.
"See?"
**
The person that opened the door wasn't the family. At least, not the immediate family. It was Sasha, a man the exact height as Killian. His face was pale, as if seeing the comatose woman in the bed made himself ill. "She is fine. You must be a friend of hers." Then he tilted his head, narrowing eyes and looking not at him, but into him. "No," he muttered, opening the door wider for him to get through. "You are close to Bobby."
He spoke so forthright, yet in a scattered way. It showed his reclusive nature. "They will be ere soon. The men in Bobby's family are frightening when one of their own is in trouble. We have five minutes to think of a plan to save her. And pray that Maria will awake."
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Post by Ventia on Feb 4, 2016 17:55:24 GMT -5
Allison giggled and patted Brooklyn's arm. "Of course you've seen people scarier than me. I'm not scary looking at all. I'm beautiful. And girly. And just adorable. I'm every guys dream. Killian's dream. Why would I want to look scary." She tsked, "you obviously don't know what a guy looks for in a girl. Who wants a scary girl."
"Oh. You will scream. And you'll beg me to stop. To put a bullet in your brain. To end the fucking misery of watching your skin rip from your body. To feel the blood drip down after every rip. To see the ghostly white of your bones. You'll probably faint a few times if you're not dead by then." Allison licked her lips and grinned before rolling her eyes at Brooklyn.
"You can lie all you want. You two were at a cake store. Testing out wedding cakes. I saw the way he looked at you. The way you looked at him." She rolled her eyes. "Doesn't matter. I'll kill anyone who stands in our way. He just needs to see me again. If he does. He'll fall in love. He'll be mine."
Allison rolled her head around her shoulders and moved to the little table next to her. "Well. Enough chit chat. I wasn't as careful this time. I couldn't wait to get you-the toxic-away from my hubby. So. Shall we start?" Allison giggled and pulled out a long curved blade. She turned to Brooklyn, batted her eyelashes at her, and then Allison reached over and with no hesitation, placed the curved of the knife against Brooklyn's shoulder and tugged, blood squirting out and fleshing ripping.
Killian raised a brow and snapped. "Yeah. Close enough I had a maniac kidnapped her. Should have never stayed. Should have made a grand gesture of me rejecting her and showing whoever the fuck is obsessed with me that I don't give two shits about Bob and go out looking for this bitch so I can strangle her once I got her in my arms. But no. I decided to stay and fuck things up all over again."
Killian breathed hard, his heart hammering against his chest at the thought of what was going to happen to Brooklyn. That video just filled his brain and he couldn't. No. She couldn't. He couldn't let that happened to her. "So yeah. I'm fucking close to her. I love her. And me loving her is what got her in this bloody mess."
"I have a plan. I just need to find her." He said after a few moments of silence, trying to gather his wits.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Feb 6, 2016 13:00:47 GMT -5
Brooklyn wasn't going to lie.
It hurt. A lot. The pain was like fire licking greedily at her arm. She screeched, loud and animalistic. Her hands started to shake. She was reacting so violently to feeling the pain –
And then she stopped reacting all together.
She wasn't in an uncomfortable chair with an auburn-haired Barbie, dressed in a pair of pants and a blouse. She was now surrounded by foreign men, one of them translating interrogation questions. And when she didn't answer, they would cut her.
The traditional garb she wore was in shreds. Her comrades were in a disgusting heap in the corner. She was starving. But her skin showed no signs of torture.
"You can't make me talk!" Brooklyn yelled, moving back and forth to break free of her bonds. "I will never betray my country! Never."
That's what Allison would have heard Brooklyn say. As her skin healed a few seconds after it was torn, she did and said things that were the exact same as in her time as prisoner. For Brooklyn, she WAS a prisoner of war. The woman who joined the military so that she didn't have to be helpless, but ended up as a victim anyway.
"I hope you die more violently than my comrades, b*stards!"
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Sasha let him rant. Let him yell. And while he did, the wizard went to sit himself down on the uncomfortable seat by Maria. He took her wrinkling hand in both of his, rubbing the back of it with a slender thumb.
Maria didn't move.
"We will find her." His voice sounded sure, yet he didn't once look back at Killian. "I have a way." No sooner had he said that, he stood and strode to Killian. "I can track her easily. I just need something of hers. And then we'll be on our way."
It was good that Killian had a plan already thought out. The Bishop boys will be here in a few minutes. And they would just interrupt the plan in haste to get to Brooklyn. Killian wouldn't want tht, Sasha was sure. Because he himself didn't want that. "Do you have anything on you right now? A piece of hair from your shirt will do just fine."
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Post by Ventia on Feb 20, 2016 13:44:31 GMT -5
Allison had giggled like a school girl at the sound of Brooklyn's screech. It made her lips twist upwards into a wide grin because she quite loved hearing screams of torture. It turned her on. Hell. Even now she was getting excited. Of course it was because she couldn't wait to see the look on Killian's face when he saw what was left of Brooklyn and the video that recorded every single little thing.
She couldn't wait to see that hurt look on his face. Would he cry? Oh god she wanted him to cry. She never seen him cry. He had seen her cry. It was only fair she saw him cry. She wanted to fuck him with the sound of Brooklyn screeching like this. She could imagine his grunts and groans, urging her to go on, dominating her and abusing her into submission as this bitch screamed in the background. God just thinking about it made her wet.
She sliced again, digging the knife in deeper into the side of the whore beneath her and watched in amazement as blood poured and her skin slapped against the concrete floor. "You're bloody insane. What nonsense are you talking about." Allison shook her head. "See. See what I'm doing for you Killian? What I'm saving you from?" She spat at the camera next to her and once again, sliced through the woman who stoled him away from her.
"I'm prettier." She breathed. "I'm prettier." It was her mantra. She had to be prettier. She had to be the most beautiful one. "I'm perfect for him." Her voice was small, sounding vulnerable and as though she were in pain.
She was silent for a few seconds, the blade dripping with blood in her hands. Drip. Drip. Drip. "I'm perfect." Drip. Drip. Drip. "I'm prettier." Drip. Drip. Drip...
"You're not taking him away from me!" Her voice shifted, anger coming forth and making her voice nasty and ugly. "I am pretty. I am perfect. He's mine!"
Killian glanced up at the man and sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair. "So you say. But I don't-a piece of hair?" He frowned, stopping himself in mid sentence to stare down at himself. True enough, there was a few long strands of brown hair that were way to long to be his. He tugged at one, unsure as to how this would even help the man but if it could. He wasn't going to question.
Handing the lone stand of hair to the man, Killian reminded himself what he had to do and waited. He would do anything for Brooklyn. Anything. Because? He loved her. He only hoped he wasn't too late.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Feb 24, 2016 19:20:51 GMT -5
Brooklyn shook the chair, jerking her arms and legs and wherever the knife touched her in hopes of dislodging it. But it only made it worse. It only made her remember and go through that same torture she had gone through when captured during her deployment.
Warm blood dripped from her fingertips, making the sand beneath her a dark slush. The rancid smell of rotting flesh permeated the air, making her nostrils flare in horror and disgust. She couldn't look in that corner. No. Williams still had his eyes open. His blue eyes were starting to become milky and flies were hovering over them.
Instead, she looked defiantly at one of her captors, lips lifted to show sharp teeth while shaking back and forth. "Tell us the secret to your immortality," she heard someone hiss in Arabic.
"I'm not an immortal," she growled back before being back-handed. "I'm not!"
But as if proving her wrong, the deep gash that went down to her bone on her upper arm finished stitching itself together. "You lying whore!" More Arabic insults flew out from others before she felt her head snap back in pain.
When the blade stopped carving her, Brooklyn's skin started to regenerate. It didn't hurt as much as being wounded. But still, it stung. Especially when her healing abilities were par.
*
The tracking spell Sasha conducted in the bathroom worked five minutes after he plucked the strand from Killian's fingers. Killian, if he paid attention, could hear Latin words said and smell something … foreign in the air. Even so Maria didn't wake, emphasizing how critical her condition was.
Quickly the bathroom door opened. Sasha's hair seemed to be a little grayer. Wrinkles a little deeper. But the triumphant smile on his face was obvious. "An abandoned warehouse," he said, eyes wide. And then he rattled off more details before running to the window in the hospital room and opening it. "Go! I'll be there as soon as I can. The boys are coming."
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Post by Ventia on Mar 6, 2016 21:07:24 GMT -5
Killian wanted to ask if he was okay-yes he had been paying attention to what the man had been saying, it was better to pay attention to the words that were coming out of the bathroom and the scents than look at Maria and see the state that she was in. He thought of Clara, wondering if Maria was so bad that he would have to ask a favor from her. But asking a favor from a fallen angel was no easy thing. The favor he would have to repay afterwards...well he didn't want to think of it. And he already used up the favor she owed him at the school where he had to save his brother. Was it worth it for Maria?
Yes.
Why? Because she was Brooklyn's mother and as much as he hated Maria for what she did to Brooklyn when she was younger, he wouldn't allow the love of his life to be without her mother. Debt or not, he was going to save Maria. But first? First, he had to save Brooklyn.
"Thank you," Killian didn't even hesitate once he knew the location. He just jumped...it was a good thing he was a eagle and he was comfortable with shifting or else he would have landed on the floor instead of shifting mid-jump and where was once a man falling was now a large golden eagle flapping its strong wings upwards and moving towards the direction of the warehouse.
It was isolated, admist the cover of trees which meant that after a while, Killian had to fly lower towards the ground until he shifted back, running the last few minutes until he came towards the warehouse. He forced himself to ignore the natural instinct to just run in. No, he couldn't. He forced the frantic expression off his face and tried calming his heart as he moved towards the side of the building, easing inside from a door and then keeping to the shadows as he moved deeper into the warehouse.
He could smell the blood and the rotten flesh-it was enough to make him want to hurl but he smelled worse and he forced the old Killian to the surface. The one who did whatever it took to get the job done. The one whom grew up being a whore and was harden by that life. He felt the wall come up from his emotions and he held on to that, mentally preparing himself what was to come. So when he smelled Brooklyn, he found himself smiling at the fact that his body wouldnt react the way he knew it would have if he had not put that wall up.
He eased forward, taking his time and following his mate's scent until he eased into the room where she was kept, keeping to the corners and getting his first look at the woman whom was the reason for the kidnappings. He frowned at the perfect curls that went down her shoulders and back, thinking to himself how...plastic she looked even from the behind. The perfect plastic Barbie doll he realize.
Though, he would admit, there was something familiar about that scent.
"Ugh, you're one of those!" Allison slapped her hard, reaching with the knife and cutting across Brooklyn's cheek. "You're a nasty little shifter aren't you. You think just because you're like him you can take him away from me? Huh? Too bad. He's mine! Mine! You hear me! Mine."
"Indeed I am." Killian was behind Allison now, curled a long arm around her tiny waist and pulled her close against his body. She freaked, turning quickly and slashing him in the shoulder. Killian didn't wince and instead he stared down at the blood on his shoulder before glancing back at Allison.
"Ouch. You've gotten feisty haven't you? Allison."
Allison trembled, dropping the blade, her fingers trembling with a unshakable force. "You...remembered my name?"
- They were in his bedroom, Killian was leaning on top of the brown haired woman. She was chubby, more than just chubby actually. Some would even call her fat. She had a wide baby face with a few pimples along her cheeks. She was in desperate need for a plucker because Killian noticed how her eyebrows weren't even close to okay. He touched her sides, meeting the side rolls she had and moved his fingers lower to those wide hips. She had amazing legs though, thick thighs but as he ran his palm down her leg, he could feel the pricking's of the leg hair she had.
Not that it mattered that much for him. She was just a fuck. Just a nameless woman who had a pussy and tits whom he would sink in deep and relieve some pressure. A warm body. That's all. He forgot her name. What was it? Alexandra? No. Ally? Close. Something with a A. Hm. Oh. Allison. Yes, he was almost sure that it was Allison.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Words. Just words he used to make girls feel better. When he saw the blush that covered her cheeks he knew he had gotten her in the bag. Well he gotten her the moment she agreed to come to him to his house. But it didn't hurt to butter them up until he got to fuck her. Once then? He didn't need to act sweet.
"I don't care what you think about your body. You're perfect. For me. Just perfect. Can we go all the way?" He asked, caressing her cheek. That blush widen but he could tell that she was stil hesitating so he bent and kissed her, sweetly then deeply, nudging her core with his knee and brushing his fingers against her chest, until she was pushing him closer and rubbing against him to the point that he sneaked a hand down and touched her, causing her to gasp in his mouth but then moan.
"God, you feel so good." He groaned into her ear, staring at the spot on the bed, moving his fingers in that practiced move. He dazed off-only coming back at the sound of his name being moaned out. He leaned back to look at her, smiling, "You want me, let me just have you. Have fun. Lets have fun. Don't think too much hm? Just have fun with me? Can you do that? Yes? Yes." And then? He fucked her and fell asleep. When he woke up, he shooed her away and took a shower. A hour later, someone else came. And he did it all over again. The same old thing.
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"Of course I remember you Allison. You look good."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 6, 2016 23:59:12 GMT -5
Brooklyn was suddenly brought back to reality. Allison's screams weren't the reason why – after all, she's been screaming throughout her whole torture. And she was still going through her time as a POW.
But it was Killian's voice that had her coming back. The air wasn't dry anymore. She wasn't in a burka, instead in a pants and blouse. Whereas a group of grown men surrounded her, they were replaced with a woman. The same woman that bound her and accused her of "stealing her man". And behind that woman was Killian.
At first, a breath of air rushed out of her, relieved. "Oh, thank God." She believed that he was here to save her. The man she loved felt the same way and he was there to rescue her. Well, at least untie her so that she could take Allison to justice.
Her gaze finally cleared up completely, when she wiped the sweat off her face by using the sleeves on her shoulders. She hissed a bit, feeling the bite of open flesh rubbing against scratchy thread. But that pain wasn't anything compared to the utter struck-by-lightning shock going through her body.
He … was holding Allison.
He was holding a psychopath.
He …
Her heart shattered. Like a porcelain vase. Big, jagged shards lay in a heap in her chest. This was all too familiar. It was just as painful. And she swore that she would never feel it again. For a good while, her walls had a steady foundation, those bricks held together by the finest mortar. Ever since Lane.
But then Killian came along. Well, he came a long time ago. It wasn't until he moved in that she let him completely demolish her barriers. She now realized that her first instincts about him were right. He was a criminal. One that deserved to be behind bars.
The way he held Allison had her jumping to a conclusion that they were in it together all along. Killing those innocent girls. Killian had to have been the one that planted that DVD there. He did admit to her that he was following her. That rock before that? The one that hit him? A high chance that he was trying to remove the blame from him, so that Brooklyn would trust him more. And he knew that if he could get the veteran cop to open up like an oyster … he would grab a hold and rip her open to get the pearl.
How could she have been so stupid?!
She was in too much pain – felt too much righteous anger –to really decipher the rest of her words. To ask: why did Allison ask if Killian remembered her name?
"Wow," Brooklyn muttered, smirking. It was a loathing smirk, full of anger and hatred for all of the people in the room. Her included. "I have to admit. I didn't see that coming." She made a tsking noise, leaning her head back before opening her mouth slightly so that she could breathe through if instead of her nose.
"Who's going to be the one to kill me? I mean, either way you won't get away that easily. The government was hot on your tail yesterday, so you will be brought to justice. Not only that, I'm an honored person in both the military and police task force." (Though she's highly bluffing on the last bit; Chief Black wasn't the type to be goig around giving medals).) With each thump she heard coming from her body, she pictured the shards breaking into tinier and tinier pieces with the vibrations. "And if it's not too much to ask, can I be read my last rites? I'm a good Catholic woman who follows through with her religion, even if she doesn't go to Mass.
"Though I would like to congratulate you Killian before I die. You pulled a fast one on me. Made me fall in love and think you actually cared for me. Kudos. No one's been able to do that since Lane." Then she laughed harshly and shook her head. "Oh, I had fun. But all good things must come to an end, hmm?"
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Post by Ventia on Mar 7, 2016 11:22:47 GMT -5
Killian clenched his teeth, forcing up the wall that almost came down at the sound of Brooklyn's voice. The majority of him wanted to go over there and rip the bindings off of her, to brush back her hair and hold her in his arms as he whisked her out of here. But he couldn't do that. It would only put her in more jeopardy. Showing that he cared for her when he was next to a crazy bitch whom was obsessed with him? Well it would mess with his plan.
He stared blankly at Brooklyn, mentally going over her injuries. Her arms were already healed-meaning that the wounds were still tended but at least closed. Her cheek was still bleeding-as was his shoulder. Besides from that, she looked okay. Which was a relief for Killian. If she was in a bad shape-he would make countless deals with Clara if he had to. Give his soul to her. Anything. For Brooklyn.
Was that why it hurt to see the hate in Brooklyn's eyes. To see how easy it was for her to believe that he was somehow in on this. That he had wanted to hurt her from the gecko? To see that she still didn't trust him enough. That she still believed the worst of him. It did. God. It hurt him so much to see that look in her eyes to the point that he didn't know how he could face her after he saved her.
How he could face her once this was all over. He knew she was hurt. That she went through hell and back but...couldn't she had trust him for at least a whole minute after realizing he was here with her now? Couldn't she trust in that he had a plan? Killian force the pain away. He couldn't bear to allow the pain of her losing her trust in him. He had to play the role. Had to go out with the plan. He had to stall until Ruby and Timothy came. Until backup.
He swallowed, that wall up now more than ever, and stared directly at Brooklyn. "Hmm," he shrugged, his eyes cold, "you're right. Absolutely right. I've never loved you. I've been looking for Allison. She's the one I love. When we separated in the past, I tried looking for her. I couldn't find her. But when the killings started showing up, I knew it was her. She copied my style."
Killian smiled at Allison, winking at the shaking woman and laughed then. "Remember I told you? I killed my parents. Did I tell you how? Well you should know by now. You've seen the bodies of all the girls. I tortured them. Skinned them alive. Waited for them to heal and did it over and over again. I took my time. Nice and sweet. And then I keep skinning them faster before they could heal. They bleed out. It's one of the worst ways to die you know. Of course, I ripped their bones apart but i still got the message Allison. You were back in town."
He glanced at her, smiling, his eyes holding a dull-almost dead look in them. Like that of the past. "I tried looking for you. Once I realized that I couldn't get close, I decided to stick to one of the girls, I knew you would come after her. Which is why I've stuck around. I wanted to find you. Wanted to make love to you again. Remember? It was different for me. You were different Allison. I had to find you. Don't be angry with me. I was only pretending to love Brooklyn. It's always been you. Haven't I always been it for you?"
"Yes!" Allison instantly replied, her face practically glowing from everything that Killian was saying. She glanced at the blood on his shirt and a worried expression came over her features. "You're bleeding. God I hurt you. I'm so sorry." She rushed over, running her hands up his arm, touching the blood.
Killian reached for her face, caressing her cheek. "Don't worry Allison, you know that I don't mind the pain. Or the blood. Whatever makes you happy."
Allison sighed into his palm, squeezing his arm harder. Killian glanced at Brooklyn and forced his gaze away, brushing his thumb against her cheekbone. "But she's right. Law enforcement is already on their way. They know where you are. We have to leave. Or else you'll be locked away. I can't have that happen Ally, I can't lose you again. Forget about her. We'll run away together. You'll like that right? Just me and you?"
"Yes....no..why can't we kill her? Together! Let's kill her together! And then we can run away! No loose ends remember?" Allison eyes brightened, glancing at Brooklyn. "She's seen my face. She knows that you don't love her. She'll always be a problem for us. Let's kill her!"
Killian shook his head, "You left witnesses at the cake shop. And if I randomly skip town, they would know that I'm involved in it as well. So not killing her won't change the fact that they will know. There's no time. We need to leave, they're coming any second now, right now each second is precious. Especially for you. I can easily shift and fly away. But you need to run. We need to go Allison. Now."
"B-But we can just slit her throat?"
"No." Killian clenched his teeth and stopped, forcing a sweet smile into his features. "Allison, baby we need to go. Please. For me."
"But-"
Killian kissed her.
Something in him broke. The part of him that was getting better was destroyed. He just...couldn't be happy. He wasn't like his brothers. He and Ruby. They were different. Love....it was a foolish thing. He pulled away from Allison, his eyes completely dead and blank. A fake smile on his lips.
"Come."
"Okay...." Allison's eyes were dazed, staring out in space as she followed Killian away. He glance at Brooklyn, and since Allison wasn't looking, Killian allowed a sad smile to show. "I love you." He mouthed the words and sadly smiled once again. Before nudging Allison forward, hearing the cry coming from outside.
Backup.
"Hurry. Allison. We need to run." And then? He was gone with the psychopath.
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Mar 7, 2016 23:35:07 GMT -5
"Tik tok, tik tok, tik tok, little b*tches!" she hissed, the growing pain at seeing Killian's cold eyes on her as he told her that he was merely using her making her grow cold as well. Maybe making her a bit hysterical. After all, she didn't cuss unless in extreme cases of emotion. And she had a right to be hysterical. She was about to die. From the hands of the person she loved. Or the woman that he loved.
God, she should just become a nun.
Brooklyn forced herself to ignore their arguing. She shook her head slightly, not even excited about the law enforcement bit coming to her rescue. Not even remotely happy that Killian convinced his little psycho to keep her alive. But she could swear that she heard sirens in the distance. She knew that she should have stalled them. Taunted Allison to the point that she would go against Killian's wishes by saying that she enjoyed the (nonexistent) kisses that she and Killian shared and how good he felt between her legs - even if that was a lie too.
Oh, but she fantasized. A lot. She could relay out loud every single second of one of their hot nights they shared. She wondered vaguely which one would get Allison riled up the most: the one on the bed, on the table, on the floor, or on a very sturdy tree branch?
But ... she didn't stall them. It wasn't because she was wanting to be kept alive; on the contrary, she was actually entertaining the thought of death. Her life would now be empty without Killian padding around her house as if he owned the place. Without him bringing her donuts every morning shift with a cheesy line. Without his winks or how he was perfectly okay with Gyro's fattiness laying on his chest. And with how she was - so quick to jump to conclusions and so reluctant to trust and easy to hate people that did her wrong - it should have bee easy to get back at Killian for leading her on and making her miss these things.
Yet, even as she opened her eyes long enough to see Killian kiss that chick and for tears to spring immediately to her eyes because of it, she let them go. Because deep down, that little girl that still believed in fairy tales and of a higher being looking down at her as her father would when she did something praise-worthy also held on to the hope that Killian was just pulling a fast one on her. That he didn't mean any of this because it was just a horrifying nightmare.
Maybe that's why she could have sworn that he whispered those three words she was always so afraid to say.
She had let the tears fall as soon as she felt them brimming, but she didn't allow herself to cry until she was sure he was gone. He didn't deserve to know that she was bawling. Tearing up? Sure. Let him have that. But he didn't need to see how her heart lay in shards through the magnifying glass that was her sobs.
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Post by Ventia on Mar 13, 2016 4:38:57 GMT -5
Ruby ran into the abandon warehouse, holding the gun out and ready to shoot the bitch that has been causing her brother his shot at happiness. Timothy was right beside her, moving with more cars than the reckless great strides that Ruby was jogging in. But she didn't care. Let that bitch try her. She'll rip the little girl to shreds.
"This way, Rube." Timothy moved into the room that stank of blood, catching sight of Brooklyn and immediately disposing his gun in its holder and moving over to her.
"Brooklyn? I'm Timothy's brother. We met at Jewel's wedding? You're going to be alright. Where's Killian and the murderer?" He went to work at the bindings, trying to ignore the piles of flesh by his feet.
"His scents went this way." Ruby nodded at the general direction that Killian had left in and forced herself to not run after him. She couldn't do anything right now until she got Brooklyn to safety. He would kill her if she didn't make sure Brooklyn was safe.
"Idiot. Why do you always have to take things on yourself?" Ruby spoke aloud and moved towards Brooklyn, helping Timothy with her bindings as well. "Hey Brook, how you holding up? You look like you need some blood. We got a healer back at the van with the girls."
By girls? She meant Avery, Evanna and Penny. X was there too but then again he was usually always next to Penny. Timothy wouldn't allow them to go with them here in case Killian's plan didn't go well. Evanna almost ignored her fathers warning but then Ruby told her that she needed to look out in case the psycho-bitch turned up there. Which made Evanna stay put.
"Stop crying." Ruby snapped, finally getting the last bit of restraint off of Brooklyn. "I hope to God you not thinking that everything Killian was sprouting was true? Knowing him he probably made it seem like he didn't care about you. Did he? I bet he did. God. You bought that?"
"Ruby stop it. Brooklyn was tortured. Help me get her up to the van."
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Mar 13, 2016 12:00:14 GMT -5
She had her head hanging down when Ruby and Timothy came in. She had stopped sobbing upon hearing them entering, but her body jerked with the rest of them still trapped within her chest. Brooklyn didn't acknowledge him, though if she hadn't been too scared to speak she would have thanked him for working on her bindings.
The wound on her cheek was slowly healing up. She could tell because it wasn't hurting as much as it originally had when salty tears saturated the raw skin. So she focused on that a bit, then looked down at her left arm. It looked ghost pale. But she didn't want to be given blood. Didn't want to go into a van. She wanted her dog. Her mother–
Was her mom all right?
Her throat tightened for a completely different reason other than her broken heart. Her tears were slowing down as she thought of the worst about her mother. What happened to her? Is she dead? Those drugs were enough to knock her out, so she couldn't imagine what would it do to Maria.
God. If something happened to Maria she would never forgive Killian or herself.
And then... Her thought process had been rudely stopped by Ruby's words. Brooklyn let them sink in for only a few seconds before letting the adrenaline pump up her actions. She stood up quickly, too fast for her body to react to. And as soon as she did instinct had her forming her hand into a fist. That fist was sent flying toward Ruby's fist with such a rage that if it did make contact it would fracture something at the very least.
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