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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 21, 2012 23:54:27 GMT -6
She would bite her lip rather harshly, listening to him as he spoke of the other half of her and about how she was stronger, how Feht herself was weak compared to Kazumi. Anger surfacing and again the rather naive and innocent girl was at a loss on what to make of this strange emotion. It was not her own, she did not feel things....hell, to be quite honest, she had not idea what feelings were. She didn't understand that was what was going on in this moment and it only proved to make the emotion intensify.
She growled softly, her nails digging into the locker behind her to the point that part of the paint was scraped away beneath them. More trembling felt within her fingers and her hands as she shook her head. "No...She is not stronger than I...I am...N..Not anymore." She practically hissed the words at him, those black eyes, hinted with blue glaring at him as she ached so badly to attack, yet the rules....they had changed and now she found herself incapable of actually doing what she wanted to. No, her body would not allow it, this being one of the rules that she literally could not break.
More tears filled her eyes and eventually would spill forth down her cheeks, a slight look of shock crossing her gaze as they did so as one hand would come up and wipe away at them, pulling her hand back she looked at her fingers, seeing the wetness there but not knowing what it was. Feht didn't cry...and Master had never taught her about tears....These were not her's....They could not be...And it confused her all the more.
Now her mind was racing even more than before. Image after image, thought after thought...Another growl working its way into the back of her throat and yet, for a split second, the black faded from her eyes the blue more fully taking hold and the sound instead escaping as a little whimper....emotion washing across her gaze as she looked at him....And then it was gone....the darkness of her eyes returning as her head slammed back into the locker. Pain, that would make it better. It always made it better.
But then, he spoke again, and though Feht didn't recognize what he was saying, didn't hold any significance in it....nor did she know what that tone was he held....but it made the pain in her head worse and made her ache to slam her head back into the locker once more, which she did....hard enough she felt a wash of pain roll through her and felt a slight sense of dizziness take over. But with it, there also came a moment of clarity in all the confusion he had created, and she would glance up at him, those eyes solid black as she gave a small giggle, shaking her head and even managing to push herself away from the locker enough to take a step closer to him...Getting very close for that matter as she tilted her head back and laughed...."Say what you want about her and how strong she is....She is dying...and she doesn't even know it..." The words dripping off her tongue in a spiteful, hateful manner and yet there was no denying that she believed them to be truth..Oh, very much so. Yet why had she chosen to say that now?
Simple...Because the last words he spoke had hit so hard, she couldn't maintain the control she had right now...and that was more than evident as a wash of pain raced through her head and she gripped it with both hands, dropping her gaze as she gave another small laugh and then stumbled back to collide with the locker once more. "En...Enjoy her..w...while you.....can...I will be stronger soon..." Her head slamming back into the locker one last time and then.......
She felt pain wash through her head, a little yelp escaping her as those blue eyes tried to focus, only to find everything rather blurry...and then it hit...a sudden wave of exhaustion in both her mind and her body...Knees shaking and giving way as she slid down the lockers she was pressed up against and onto the floor, barely managing to catch herself with one hand before completely falling over and instead sitting there...very shakily...very confused....and with a sharp pain echoing from the back of her skull.
As her vision began to clear, she could feel the heat of tears as they streaked down her paling cheeks...the slightest hint of dark circles beginning to form under her eyes and bruises that had not been there before surfacing on her arms and about her neck....Looking up...she saw Patrick there and was instantly awash with a massive wave of confusion. "P..Patrick?" She didn't know how he was here....or how she was here...It didn't take her long to figure out she was in the school...But she didn't remember even getting up this morning...or wait...had she even gone to bed? She reached up with her free hand, feeling her fingers tremble as she tried to touch upon the spot at the back of her head that held a knot now....
As she touched it, she would whimper and then be forced to drop her hand as her body threatened to give way even with the one arm propping her up, failing to notice what she was wearing....just too lost in her own confusion right now. Though the longer she sat there, the more and more it became clear that there were more subtle differences between herself and Feht than just the eyes and clothes.....no...overall...Kaz didn't look nearly as healthy as Feht seemed to be...Odd yes, but then, the mind held many secrets....
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Post by Legion on May 22, 2012 1:13:53 GMT -6
"Ye keep telling yerself that," Patrick replied to Feht, quite amused as to how angry her being told the truth made her. She seemed furious, to the point where she wanted to hit him, but at the same time there was something holding her back. Patrick's head turned to the side, looking upwards ever-so-slightly, two fingers pointing to the side of his chin. Poking fun at her supposed rules.
All the same he noticed the struggle going inside the girl in front of him. Kazumi trying to come out, or at least that's what it looked like, though Patrick didn't know whether or not she was actively involved. If she'd remember this or not. He watched as Feht banged Kazumi's head against the locker. A look of concern flashed its way across his face but ultimately he did nothing. The one good thing it seemed about her little tanturm was it appeared to cloud her mind further. Made her hate Patrick, and that was okay with him. He didn't mind that in the least.
But the fact that it made her lose control and let something slip that she shouldn't? Well that was gold. As she came forward to spoke Patrick's gaze met her unfazed. Even still he remained calm as she stepped back, slamming Kazumi's head into the locker.
Although her words did concern him greatly. While Feht could very well be lying about Kazumi dying he didn't particularly want to take the chance. Her malice and seeming loss of control made him believe that it was no bluff. Furthermore as she seemingly collapsed, and things on her appearance began to change, well Patrick was more ready to believe that this was no bluff. She looked exhausted, and bruised newly accumulated. Kazumi did not look the spitting image of health that Feht seemed to produce. That seemed to give merit to her words. It would seem that Patrick's discussion with Kazumi's mother needed to happen sooner, rather then later.
As she called his name Patrick crouched down moving to be beside her as he did. Concern evident in his voice he'd ask, "Kazumi are ye okay?"
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 22, 2012 1:37:15 GMT -6
She heard his voice and it confirmed that it was him, though she didn't turn when she noticed him moving to stand beside where she was. Instead she would feel the trembling starting to get worse and would feel a wave of complete exhaustion once more wash over her entire body. "I...I..."
She tried to keep her eyes open, but they ended up fluttering closed, if only for a moment before shooting back open and her mind quickly trying to catch up with what had happened. "Wh..What happened?" She was confused...she was actually scared right now, and she was fucking cold as hell. There was a reason she wore jackets and pants all the time, even in the summer....She couldn't ever shake that feeling of freezing that she had when she was in that room...and now it felt like it was amplified. She didn't know why she always got so cold, but yet here it was, happening again.
Then, it slowly dawned on her that she shouldn't be. If she was in school, she had to have on her usual clothes...and they always kept her warm....That being the moment that she looked down at herself and noticed the clothing that she had on. A small scream escaping her just then as she shot back, panic gripping her as tears began to flow once more from her eyes.
Other students in the hall would not turn to look at her, the boys who had been ogling her this whole time giving a bit of a laugh as they tilted their head, trying to catch a glimpse up her skirt as her body slammed hard into that locker, not just her head this time, but her back as well. Little hands trying desperately to tug down the skirt and cover more of herself, breathing growing more heavy...labored.....shakey...Her anxiety was kicking in and she couldn't stop it, because in Kaz's mind, this was something very similar to the ways she had woken up while in her "prison"....Skimpy or torn clothing....feeling cold...Sure, she was in the school, but that didn't mean shit to her already damaged mind.
Too ashamed of herself and what she was wearing to even question how she had gotten to this point in these clothes....and much too ashamed to look up at Patrick right now, she would eventually end up drawing her knees to her chest, pressing her head into them and then placing her hands over her head...Trying to hide...Trying to disappear....Anything to get out of this moment...The sound of others laughter and their whispered, lewd comments from around her only making it that much worse, causing her hands to slide down to her ears to cover them and try and drown out the noise....eyes closed tightly to pretend that there was not light currently shining down on her.
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Post by Legion on May 22, 2012 11:24:30 GMT -6
"Ye blacked out," Patrick said, using her words from the dock. He wouldn't tell her about Feht, not yet at least. Not here, not now. Patrick had to think. It was evident from Feht's words that Kazumi had to know of her existence, sooner rather then later but all the same, Patrick wasn't about to have this discussion here, now. As hard as it would be later, now it would be impossible, or so he thought. His first concern was to calm her down, to get her feeling safe.
Her scream came as she desperately tried to cover more of herself up. At that Patrick would wrap his arms around her, pressing her head into his chest. Yeah, he heard the others words around them, the lewd comments. But for the moment those were far from his mind. They would have angered him, had he not been so concerned for her well being at the moment, hushing her as he held her head into his chest, "Shhhh, it's okay now, I'm here."
But Patrick knew the truth. She was not okay. Not here, not now. That much made more evident by the fact that she was closing her eyes tightly and covering her ears to drown out the laughter and comments. It made Patrick's next action clear as his arms came down, one arm under her knees, the other under her shoulders on her back, scooping her up. For them the school day was done. Patrick needed to get her out of here. The thought of simply taking her to the infirmary or her mother's office out of the question. She first and foremost needed to feel safe, and needed a change of clothes.
As Patrick began to walk away a glare given to the boys that had been making the lewd comments. The glare imparting all the necessary information. That if they didn't shut up, he would shut them up, one way or the other. Not stopping though but beginning to make his way out side, towards his truck. As his mind raced for places to bring her, though the list wasn't quite as good as he hoped...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 22, 2012 12:51:55 GMT -6
She tried her best to make it stop, but no matter how hard she pressed her hands to her ears, she could still hear them, still feel them looking at her and it only seemed to make the trembling that much worse as she struggled to maintain some form of controlled breathing. But it was hard, seeing as how she was on the verge of a panic attack so fierce that her lungs wanted nothing more than to seize up along with her airways which were already constricting.
Then, she was pulled in, and for a brief second she wasn't entirely sure by who...her small form tensing all the more. Though it was for but a fraction of a second before that familiar scent hit her and the sound of his voice managed to make it through the shield her hands had created over her ears.
Burying her face into his chest, she would quickly move to grip his shirt with one hand while the other continued to try and feverishly cover up those parts of her that felt so exposed and vulnerable right now. "M..M..Make it...s..stop...please..." The soft, pleading words leaving her lips, though heavily muffled against his chest as she continued to press her face into him, hiding at least some part of herself from the shame and utter disgust she felt toward herself.
It was only then that she felt his arm snake beneath her legs, the other curling about her and hoisting her up off from that cold ass floor, yet not even the sensation of his arms around her could cease the terrified trembling that coursed through every muscle of her being. There was a reason that she hid from the world, a reason that she didn't wear clothes that showed any part of her...It wasn't because she was going through some grunge or emo phase, but because in her mind...she was disgraceful to look upon....At least the the rest of the world....She was trash...Pathetic....Useless....The words running through her head as she tried her best to curl up into him, only able to do so a fraction of a bit, given the way he was holding her, but she tried regardless.
Once out of the school, she felt the rays of the sun wash down upon her exposed flesh, proving to make her whimper a bit more loudly this time as she sobbed near uncontrollably into his chest, fingers gripping so tightly to him now that her knuckles began to whiten more so than her already pale flesh.
It wasn't until she was settled into the truck that she would again take to curling her feet up onto the seat so that her knees could be hugged tightly to her chest and her face buried into them. All she wanted to do in this moment was disappear...completely. To go back and just ever wake up in that school as she had just now. "B..Baby...I..I..I am sc..scared.." Even with everything going on, even with the racing thoughts and images going through her mind, the exhaustion and the complete and utter fear she felt, there was still the tiniest hint of affection in her tone when she spoke to him with that all too common pet name used when in a relationship. Still, somehow, she managed to make it seem not so common, almost as though it was special.....which is was, to her..because no matter how negative she might have felt about her own self, her feelings for him did not change....Not one bit.
Nervously her hands would drop down to try and cover herself once more with that skirt, frantic to the point that her nails would scraped against the flesh of her thighs rather harshly time and time again. As for where to go, she had no clue, hell she wasn't even really full aware of where he had taken her thus far...only that for now, the noise of others talking had ceased. She just wanted to be away from the light, to be able to hide, to stop the world from being able to see the disgusting and vial creature that she was beneath those layers of clothes she wore from day to day. No further words ushered as her breathing at this point would not allow for such...Instead just that constantly tugging and pulling at her clothes to try and cover up and a steady, almost constant flow of tears.
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Post by Legion on May 22, 2012 13:34:47 GMT -6
Patrick watched her tremble and stammer as he held her, and carried her to the truck. A look of concern on his face. He knew what it was like, waking up and not knowing where you were, but he had never experienced not knowing what happened other then being moved. Never experienced waking up in a hostile situation, knowing something significant had happened in other clothes, but not knowing what. Patrick could only guess at how terrifying it had been.
When Patrick got into the truck he turned the thing on, driving off. As slight look over to his terrified girl produced only a frown, noting that she was so violently trying to cover herself up. His hand reached behind her seat pulling out his jacket. It wasn't much but he gave it to her, hoping that would help settle her down. It didn't have a hood, but at the moment that was the best he could do at the moment. It wasn't his trenchcoat, that was in the bed, along with whatever other clothes he had, but it was something he figured. When she admitted that she was scared Patrick softly replied, "I know, we're going to go somewhere safe."
Patrick didn't show it, but he had to admit he was scared too. He believed fully that Kazumi would never disappear as Feht said she would, all the same her appearance was disturbing. The mind was strong, Patrick never having understood that as well as he did now. But he would stand by her. She wouldn't fall. She may stumble, but Patrick would be there to pick her up.
Where they were going? Well Patrick wasn't exactly sure. He wanted to get her a change of clothes. He had some in back, but being almost a foot taller then her, none of them would fit her. Patrick frowned as he thought of where there would be clothes more her size. "By the Fireside", the bookshop/apartment that technically he still owned. But it had been four years since he had been there. That thought was quickly shaken from his head though. It wasn't safe. While he hadn't been there for years, his enemies knew of it. It wasn't out of the question to think that someone was there, just in case. No, the clothes he had were the best option now. Then maybe a hotel, unless she had a better idea.
As He drove Patrick found a secluded spot, and backed into an alley. He would look to her asking her softly, "I have some different clothes in back. Will ye be fine here?"
On, and only on her confirmation Patrick would exit the truck, looking around for anyone before going to the back of his truck. Looking down the alley, the only way anyone would be able to see, making sure there was no one there before he would slide a metal panel away before using his shirt to cover his finger as he entered the combination to unlock his bed. As Patrick lowered his gate it revealed some of the reasons why his truck was so secure, rifles, both long range and assault were laid out. A few submachine guns and shotguns could be seen as well. There were other toys out of sight but Patrick was after a pair of jeans, one of his whiskey militia t's and a gray zip up hoodie, pulling them out before closing the back and giving it a brief check to make sure the lock had latched.
He would make his way back to the cab getting in an handing her the clothes with a soft smile, "Here, they're a little big but I figured ye'd like them more then what ye currently have."
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 22, 2012 14:05:25 GMT -6
She heard his voice, and though it may not have looked it from the way she was acting or the way that she continued to tremble and cry against her knees, it did manage to sooth some part of her. But then, it was not just the sound of his voice, but the knowledge that he was there, that she wasn't alone...That she wasn't back in that place again, or going to be taken back there anytime soon. "C..Can..y..you take me to [insert address here]? P...Please?" It wasn't much, but it was a place that her Mother and her Uncle Carmine had said she could have in case of an emergency. She hadn't really understood what they had meant by it at the time, but now, she did. Now that she was completely and utterly terrified to go home, or anywhere else....she finally got it.
That jacket handed to her, it took her but a second to wrap herself up in it as best she could. Still she trembled though, and still she felt nothing but pure and raw shame over who she was and what she was dressed in. Of course, she was not stupid either, so she knew that she had to have been doing something to end up dressed this way and at school when the last thing she remembered was watching a movie the night before. Her best guess, is she had been acting like that thing Earth had told her she was. "Stupid, filthy, weak little whore...." The way she spoke making it clear she wasn't speaking to him or even to herself...but that her mind was replaying something and it just so happened to be coming out of her lips at the same time. "Pathetic.." She let out a much louder sob this time before she would quickly bury her face into the jacket, his scent still on it and washing over her, though her mind was struggling not to become lost in that place with Eart....
Then he spoke of clothes and she would nod, ever so hesitantly looking up at him now to show that she was going to be alright for a moment. She wasn't sure...but she tried to be. Those amethyst eyes looking to him with a mixture of confusion, fear and complete and utter pain. Then, just like that they would lower again and she would find herself hiding as best she could inside his jacket.
Only once he had returned and handed her the clothes would she finally uncurl herself...Desperate to get rid of the clothing that she had on, desperate to be in something, anything better and less shameful....The skirt tore off, literally as she rushed to slip on the pants he had given her, same with the shirt and then quickly the jacket...wasting no time in pulling the hood up. The clothes were too big for her tiny frame, obviously, but she didn't care. Now at least the world could not see her. Now she could be hidden away like she was supposed to be.
Still, she was terrified, and before long she would somehow manage to inch her way toward where he was sitting and despite the awkwardness of her position, lay her head within his lap, that hood and the way she laid completely concealing her face from view as her mind once more began to slip back into that place...back to him.. and fresh tears would begin to fall. He was never going to let her go...He was never going to leave her alone. No.....she was never going to escape.....no matter how hard she tried. "I...I...I will alwa...always belong to...to him wo..wont I?" So much fear and pain in her tone, the accent doing nothing to hide it.
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Post by Legion on May 22, 2012 15:10:45 GMT -6
"Absolutely," Patrick replied as he sat for a moment, thinking of where that was, in relation to where he was now. He didn't think that he was too far from there but he wasn't exactly sure. Patrick didn't think that he'd been to that part of town before though. He'd get there though, one way or the other. Perhaps not the most efficiently, perhaps not the fastest but he'd make it all the same.
Patrick sat there and listened with a frown as she began to speak. He knew that it wasn't directed at him or even at her. His own little trips to the past letting him know that she was reliving something that likely happened during her torture. Most probably what earth had told her. In a comforting tone Patrick would speak, "Yer a smart, strong young woman. Not at all pathetic. He was lying to ye."
Patrick knew from experience that the torturer would say anything to get a rise out of the victim. He had done the same on any occasion. Creating falsities and crafting false world views in order to get the desired response. To make them believe that all there was was the torture. That they were only what the torturer wanted them to believe. And that foremost, they were always in that room, under the control of the one that tortured.
"Yer not there anymore," Patrick said soothingly, "He's gone and yer here with me."
Patrick glanced over to her as he started the truck again, watching her tear off Feht's clothes and putting his on. Hiding in the hood. He gave a sad smile that she couldn't see. Happy that she was at least more comfortable, but still sad nonetheless that she was in this state. As her head found its way into his lap his right hand would drop from the wheel and onto her shoulder. Holding her as best as he could, which admittedly wasn't much at the moment. Listening, a frown forming on his face as she asked him that question.
"No, Ye don't belong to him anymore," Patrick said softly as he drove, the softness in his voice not taking away the certainty that it held, "Ye belong to me. And I belong to ye."
Reminding her of the night they had shared before. Patrick remembered. He hadn't been lying that night when he had said all those things. And he still felt the same way, still believed in her. Still belonged to her and her alone...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 22, 2012 19:54:13 GMT -6
As he spoke about her being smart, about not being pathetic, she would glance up at him, tears staining her slightly paled cheeks. She wanted so badly to believe him, but at the same time, the words wouldn't stop, the wouldn't go away. It was like no matter how hard she tried to focus on Patrick and his scent, his voice, those words....the louder the ones in her head became.
Softly she would wince as the thoughts grew louder, til it was almost as though she could hear Earth's voice echoing in her ear...Closing her eyes, the images once more began to become her reality, a small whimper given, though that was the only sign that something was wrong...and even then, with everything that had gone on previously, and with the way she felt now...it was likely that that whimper would just be taken as another in a long series of such.
But....inside her mind, the world was entirely different....
It was so cold and yet the shivering she had been so prone to, had long sense ceased. No, there was no difference for Kazumi between warm and cold, she had lived in a constant cold state for so long now, that she was actually beginning to forget what such a thing as warmth was. Over and over her stomach twisted into knots as hunger tore through her. She needed to eat, but the only thing that she was given here was the cooked flesh of those students murdered by the original Wind and Water. The thought alone causing her to fall to her knees in the corner, gagging in some sort of reflex to throw up and yet coming up short of it due to the sheer lack of food in her system.
Tears brimmed within her eyes as she began to tremble out of fear and out of regret. She drank blood, it was no secret there...at least not to those close to her. But even Kazumi had her limits, and feasting upon the flesh of people she had seen wandering her own school, well that was just something she could not do. Or so she had thought.
Another wave of nausea hitting her as she thought back. It had just been days ago. Or perhaps it was weeks? She honestly couldn't tell. There was no perception of time in this room. No day and night. Only the darkness and the light. But that was of no real matter here, for her mind was on the night she had finally given in, had finally eaten. She hated herself for it...Even as she had done it she hated herself...But she had been so hungry, and Earth had told her if she didn't eat soon, things would begin to get much worse for her...Gods how she had vomited once she had finished eating and then when she had slept, she could have sworn she heard the voices of those students taunting her and condemning her.
The truly sick thing though, was that even after that, she had still needed more. Not food mind you, but blood. There had been no blood offered to her in days now...she was growing weak...and even as she thought about what she had done, the utterly horrible crime she had just committed (a crime in her own mind at least) she could not help but crave the tangy copper taste of blood as it washed down her throat.
Then the door began to shift, tumblers falling into place. She froze, the only movement from her being that of her muscles as they shook. A loud clank as it was opened, and then....the light. She screamed, her eyes burning as they tried to adjust to it, all the while climbing to her feet and pressing her back into the bloody, dingy wall. Only a small piece of clothe given to cover her little form, feeling the dankness of the room soaked into it.
Blinking several times, she trained her sights on the door, that large, overbearing presence now filling the doorway as he moved to hang his mask upon the hook that he had placed there....just for that. Focusing on his eyes, she was almost too terrified to look elsewhere, but with reluctance, she would glance downward, knowing his appearance often suggested what kind of torture he had in store for her this time.
No shirt was worn and there was blood smeared across his chest and down his stomach and one hand moving around behind him to pull free a knife he had tucked away back there.
"Come here my little one."
His words spoken in a odd tone. Like some form of sick, twisted affection was held within those words for her. She shook her head, yet no words would come out...she refused to move even though she knew that there was no getting away from him.
He tsk'd his tongue at her and then, before she could even think to move he was on her, pinning her about the throat with his massive hand and slamming her little body back into that wall. The hand holding that knife moving and cutting easily through the material of her clothing...and then...the cold steel tip pressed into her side, no time wasted cutting into her flesh, this time far deeper than usual, causing her to scream. Yet he ignored it and leaned in to whisper against her ear.
"Come to me my precious pet...Let us play..."
"Let us play..." It was no more than a whisper, muffled by the way her face pressed into his lap, yet even still, it was all too clear that those words were not her own.....even her tone and accent was different. It lasted but for a moment before she shook her head, snapping out of it and gasping as if resurfacing from being held under water. She coughed, and struggled to regain her control, her thoughts....
And then, she heard Patrick's voice coming from his position in the driver's seat...Those words gripping her heart and making her give a light sob before her face would press into his stomach as best she could manage, little fingers gripping him tightly, scared to let go. "I...I...belong to you...." She said it to both reassure herself and to show she had heard and understood him...."Y..You to me..." Her grip tightened and she buried her face deeper against him. "P..Please don't let me go baby....Please...D..Don't let him have me.." She was certain he would understand that she was not speaking of the physical sense, since she knew that he had killed Earth. No....she was speaking of the mental hold...the one that she was constantly struggling to fight against....the one that she feared would always have its hold on her..
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Post by Legion on May 22, 2012 22:44:01 GMT -6
Had Patrick been any other person, that whimper would have been just that, in a long series of such. But he fully empathized in this situation. He could tell there was something different about the whimper, no it wasn't that his hearing was perfect or anything, it was just intuition. Hell, he had spent a lot of sleepless night in other places as well. A lot of days too. No, he understood. And this understanding caused him to frown.
"Shhh," Patrick whispered, much in the same way that she had comforted him, "Yer not there right now. Yer in my lap, in my truck. Earth is dead. Yer safe."
Patrick couldn't quite remember if that had helped him. All the same, he remembered it. And that had to count for something he figured. Perhaps he had forgotten the help those words had given, in his drunken haze. His intuition told him at the very least it might let her know that he was there, with her. That she was not alone. Not with Earth. Soon after he whispered his advice she said something, in a muffled tone, that was clearly not her own. It must have been something that Faux Earth had said.
She spoke to him. Repeating what he had said to her. It was evident that she was trying to make herself believe. Hell, that kind of action, that kind of thinking had taken him off his dark and self destructive path earlier, well more self destructive at least. Patrick sincerely hoped that it would work here. As she pleaded with him Patrick's hand stroked her head, through the hood. It wasn't immediate contact but still. Looking down at her, his attention fully on her he said softly, caring in his tone, "Babe, I won't ever let him have ye. Never."
His attention now fully given to her because he was in fact parked on the side of the road. He had been for a few minutes not, having arrived at their destination...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 22, 2012 23:08:01 GMT -6
She tried her best to focus on his words, tried her best to remind herself that she was here, with him and not back in that place. Her head nuzzling into his lap, a steady reminder that she was here, in his truck with him. Those amethyst eyes falling closed as she felt his hand stroking over her hair through the hood she currently wore, fingers refusing to uncurl from him, at least for now. She could tell they had stopped moving, and yet her mind would not stop replaying the images over and over...
Once he had vowed that he would never let Earth have her....She felt a small wave of relief wash over her, even if it was quickly dashed away by another tremor of fear. More tears spilling down her face now as she once again tried to nuzzle into him, though to be quite honest, she was getting more and more weak the more she cried and the more her mind continued to play those images on repeat. "Sometimes...it...its so rea...real that I can...hear...him. I...I s..see his face all the time....Feel t..the knife over ....and over."
She gave a soft cough as her breathing grew heavier and more shakey....the sheer workout from crying so much causing breathing to become more and more difficult. "I still see...a...all the pictures he m..made me look at...b..but I can't see the ones he...he made me see with my other eye....I do..don't remember them..." She also didn't remember anything Earth had ever uttered next to her right ear, but could recall perfectly everything he spoke to her left...She didn't understand it. She didn't know why she was like that. But it scared her more than anyone could possibly imagine. "Th..There were t..times he wou..wouldn't let me bl..black out....Said he liked...t..to hear me scream...to s..see me cry..
She shook her head, trying to get the thoughts out, and trying to put herself back in the moment. One small hand moving to try and push herself up from her current spot so that she could sit upright. If there were here, which she assumed they were, then they could head inside where it was safer....But as she tried to apply her weight to her arm, it trembled and then gave out, her little body collapsing back down, head falling into his lap as her eyes began to grow heavier. Not so much on the verge of sleep so much as down right passing out from exhaustion. "Baby...I...I don't feel too good..." Her tone weak, fading in and out as she finally gave up getting up and just laid there.
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Post by Legion on May 22, 2012 23:56:06 GMT -6
She nuzzled into him further and further. As she cried it would almost seem as if she was getting weaker. Patrick wasn't sure why though. She had been crying for awhile now, and the irishman was fully aware that it might have very well been the fact that she was tired from crying. But it was paranoia that made him suspect something else at play here. Feht's words replaying in his head over and over again. He wasn't sure if this was Feht trying to battle away at her defenses or not. As she described her memory of the knife and his face Patrick frowned, saying, empathetically, "I understand that's difficult, reliving it over and over."
No, she'd know better then anyone that those weren't hollow words from him. That he had been where she was, hell he was still there in some regards. But now, he was her pillar. Her sanctuary, and for that he was grateful, that he could be there for her. Patrick was determined, this time he wouldn't fail, no matter what the cost. She coughed, seeming to get weaker and weaker, as she described what had happened to her, well tidbits at least. Patrick's disgust for that actions only rising, though there was no one to take it out on, so there was no one to get angry at. The only words of comfort he could offer were, "I'm sorry. But I'm here now, and I'll do what ever I can to help ye, keep ye from him."
Much like he did, she would understand him. That he meant in the figurative sense. Patrick wasn't running from her, not this time. He'd be with her until she wouldn't have him anymore.
She would try and push herself up. Patrick seeing the strain as she did so. A look of concern crossing his face before changing into full blown worry as she collapsed into his lap. Knowing he'd be leaving to an unfamiliar environment his hand slipped under the dash to put a fully loaded glock in his pants above his ass. She would get out her words, but it only took a second for Patrick to get out of the truck, over to her side, opening the door and scooping her up into his arms. Concern in his voice as he walked towards the door of the address he had given to him, "It's going to be okay Kazumi."
As he got to the door he looked around. Knowing her mom there had to be something off about this place. And right he was. They were well hidden but he saw the cameras. If he had been trying to sneak in he'd have noticed earlier but he kind of figured that with Kazumi it wouldn't have been a guaranteed death trap. He figured that the door would be locked but confirmed it for formalities sake. He figured that there'd be some sort of pad somewhere but that was hidden, too well for now.
"I'm going to need a little help here," Patrick would say as his hands were quite literally tied at the moment...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 23, 2012 0:15:49 GMT -6
Kazumi was awake but at the same time she was drifting back and forth between here and that room she had lived in for three months. A little whimper given as she felt him move, her head being forced out of his lap, though she did not move...Hell she couldn't. She hadn't been sleeping, and she really hadn't been eating....and then of course, her mind didn't think she was getting the blood she needed so it was literally draining her of whatever energy she had....But right now, what was really taxing her, was the fact that the images, the sensations that they brought about were so real, that it was quite literally making her feel like she did when she had been trapped there with Earth.
Soon however, he had picked her up again, and her head would move to lay against his chest..Eyes falling closed once more as another memory flashed through her mind, the cut on the back of her thigh, the one that had scarred over....She gave a soft little yelp of pain, not really feeling it, though her mind thought she was. Yet when he spoke, she would quickly be drawn back to the here and now, looking to where they were and noting it was the front of the house. "P..Panel...over there....Have to...to push that plaque as...aside..."
It was a small, innocent enough looking welcome plaque with some stupid saying on it. Just to give the place a more normal appearance. If he moved her closer, she would reach out with one very shaky little hand and push it aside, revealing a control panel of sorts. It had a camera mounted at the top, a scanner in the center and a key pad at the bottom. Reaching out, she would weakly press her hand to the pad, the sound of it scanning being heard as it read her palm print. Only once it had beeped twice would she drop her hand down toward the key pad and type in the code to unlock the door before pulling the plaque back into place.
A series of locks being heard as they unbolted themselves and the door cracked open. "I..Inside...another...panel. Code is...is 87342....It...l.locks the door and sets motion sensors in the y..yard." Her head laying back down against his chest and her eyes again falling closed.
As for the inside of the house...Well that was pretty basic. Or so it seemed. One bedroom, one bath house...living room, kitchen, dining room....Not overly tiny but not extravagant either. Just a quaint, cozy looking house. Fully furnished. There was only one other room, and that was the room that held the monitors for the cameras as well as a couple weapons, just in case. But other than that one room, the entire house looked and appeared to be as normal as any home in America.
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Post by Legion on May 23, 2012 1:28:08 GMT -6
It would appear that she couldn't move at all. That was bad, very bad. While Patrick was concerned he had far more then enough presence of mind not to be thrown off by it. Getting worried to the point of it effecting his performance was not going to happen. Patrick was no expert but his mind rapidly ran down possible solutions. Ways to keep Feht from taking control, like she said she would. Unfortunately for Patrick, there seemed to be far more at play here then he had the knowledge to deal with. Something like needing to know the important tics that Kazumi had. That conversation with Kevala being pushed up, further and further.
When she gave him the instructions Patrick would listen, moving her close enough to the panel to let them in. He would continue to listen, doing as she instructed to lock the doors behind them. He wondered what exactly would happen if the motion sensors got set off. Namely because, it was well, someone who Patrick pegged as incredibly paranoid. So there was that concern there. As she lay back against him concern remained on his face as he told her, "I'm going to turn the lights on real quick just to get my bearings."
He was worried. Feht's words left no specific time frame for him, though she had given him a valuable bit of information in her anger. Patrick knew she was coming and had information to capitalize on, he only hoped that he would have the time to use it.
As Patrick turned the lights on he quickly memorized the lay out of the rooms, which were small enough for him the get the big picture. As soon as he had the general layout he would turn the lights of, carrying Kazumi towards the couch. Sitting down he would lay her head on his lap as he asked, "When was the last time ye had anything to eat?"
A seemingly pertinent question, due to her weakness, hoping that this might answer some questions. That hope extending to hoping that there might be food in the fridge as well...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 23, 2012 1:45:09 GMT -6
She didn't really pay much attention to the fact that he had carried her inside, in fact, she was pretty much being pulled back into that place once more. What Earth had done to her mind was pretty much set up trigger points in it, vulnerable spots where it could do more damage to Kaz than good if the situations presented themselves and more and more often, that seemed to be the case. Every time she came back from one of her blackouts, she felt this way, and each time it got worse and worse.
In fact, it wasn't until he mentioned turning on the lights that she would shift in his arms, just a tiny bit, so that her face could press into his chest and the hood could conceal her from the lights that were about to turn on. When they did however, she could still see them through the fabric of the hood and a small whimper would escape her. "Every..t..time he would turn the...l..lights on..He would...t..tell me that he c..could see me...H..How dirty...dis..disgusting....and...damaged I was...N..Nothing but a sl..slut..a whore.." She spoke weakly still, yet would not turn her head once more until the lights were again off and she was on the couch, feeling it pressing into her back as her head fell to rest upon his lap. The hood of the jacket falling back, leaving her exposed, though she was far too tired to try and fix it....and besides, it was just them here...so it would be okay.
"Always...said that....whores l..like me....deserved pain. C..Cant have pleasure..without pain...Over and over he would s...say it...while he...hit me and..and..." She trailed off, her body trembling before she would finally manage to get the words out. "...and raped m..me...He..cut me s..so that people could..see how b..bad I was...." Of course referring to the scars that were on her sides and back...a few on the insides of her thighs and on her arms...
Slowly her head would loll off to one side, eyes again closed as her mind was being pulled back into those moments, into that room, back to Earth...."M..Master..".....She didn't believe for a second the man was her Master....but the word left her lips as she recalled one of the many times he had tortured her into saying it.
Then just as quickly, his question and the touch he provided brought her back, eyes fluttering open, paler than usual, though the lack of light would conceal that most likely. "I...tried to eat...um..yesterday....But...the pictures wouldn't stop...and...ma..made me sick." She shuddered and would try her best to wrap her arms about her stomach. a sharp pain shooting through it as well as her head. "Baby..w..whats happening...t..to me?" Tears again filling her eyes....fear and confusion in her tone....She didn't understand this and she was very scared...
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