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[SETH DAEMON RAVAGE]

A loud yawn escaped the lips of one very tired Seth. He had been up for hours, watching those stupid cameras. He was sick of it, nothing ever changed. Maybe if something exciting were to happen it would alter his opinion of the job. But so far, it sucked. It was always the same empty hallways, a few patients wandering, nothing out of the ordinary. It was hard to do a job when all you did was sit on your ass. Seth was definitely not the type to want to sit around all day. He was an active kind of guy, he would rather be out than in. Especially with what he was into before arriving at Xavier. Being an assassin was more than athletic. You always needed to be on your feet, ready for anything. It was a job that kept you on your feet, unlike this job. To say the least, he missed his old job.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his feet up on the table. He popped the lid off of a beer, bringing the bottle to his lips. The cold liquid slid down his throat with ease. Oh yeah, that made the job more exciting. At least he didn't have much to do. He could just sit back and relax, for once. Ever since arriving here he had been on his guard. You never knew when things could turn on you, especially being in such a different place. Anyone there could be undercover, anyone at all. He was never safe, never. Though, that was the consequence that came with being what he was. He should have quit when he had the chance. They would have let him go when his father was killed. At that point he wasn't so far into it all. But now, it was too late to run. He was ultimately screwed.

With a heavy sigh he licked his lips, relieving them of their dryness. God he couldn't wait to leave. He wanted to start a life, maybe even a family. As mush as he didn't want kids, the thought sort of calmed him. Having a family again, being able to go home at night and not have to worry about being followed. Yeah, that sounded good. Would it ever happen? Not likely. He needed to watch out for his siblings, that came first. He owed them that much. After all, he was the only close family that they had left, he had to protect them, no matter what the cost. Their lives came before his, in any situation. That was the way it would always be, hands down.

The man took another drink of the beer before squeezing his eyes shut. Might as well catch a few minutes of sleep. God only knew that he would be up all night again. His breathing slowed as darkness surrounded him. Visions danced before his eyes, dreams carrying him away. For once, in a long time, he was completely relaxed, without any worry at all. It was a good feeling, to rest. It was something he longed for. To finally get the chance to shut your eyes and let yourself go. Things would have been perfect, if the nightmares had stayed away. He was jerked awake by the image of his mother, and a loud bang. His eyes shot open in a panic, as if the dream was real. "Son-of-a-bitch." His voice entered the still air in a rigid tone. Why did he always do that to himself? Those dreams never seemed to cease. They only started after the incident with his father, of course. He deserved it, after all, it was his fault.

He kicked his legs off of the table, moving closer to it. He rested his left elbow on the surface, placing his cheek in his hand. With his other hand he held onto his beer bottle, his grip staying tight. His heart pounded hard within his chest, making his breathing quicken. That was definitely not his idea of relaxation.

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TAGGED
jenova ![/color]
OUTFIT
coming soon !
MUSIC
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NOTES
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[JENOVA SYNELLE BLACKMOORE]

I AM THE POISON FOR THE WEAK ,
i am your loveless desire

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Beauty seemed to be carved from liquid marble, her movements flowing with an intoxicating ease that would make most fall to their knees in pure ecstasy. She was not sculpted as a common woman, something you'd see inside magazines, but of an unearthly exotic experiment possibly gone awry. The true beauty about her was the fact she could melt and mold into anything a man desired, and she knew exactly what that man did desire. What he lusted for, the picture-perfect woman that swelled their testosterone and made their heart nearly burst. A harlot's job was to present a man with what they wanted, with the woman whom their dreams were being haunted by. That woman they would never get to touch because her pedestal was far too high to reach, that was the role to play. Foul creatures men were, they were so easy to deceive. As soon as you visually entrapped them they were handicapped and incapable of seeing any true danger in the situation. Logic would wash like cheap water paints from the dollar store, and fade into the papers of their conscious. Jenova was the ultimate mold of Belial, the foremost best sculpture of destructive intent he ever was graced with. His lover, if there was ever such a thing for Hell's children.

Feet tread effortlessly as she moved in her professionally attire - a choice to give her the upper hand in tonight's dinner. Seth enjoyed the delicacy of professional and quick-witted women, women that could present a challenge but still had a hidden spot of motherly instinct. He was a fascinating choice for Belial to send her to, but Jenova wasn't about to question why her beloved master wanted her to dig her nails into this one. He always had some forbidden plan, a fruit none of his demons were permitted to taste until it fell all ripe and delectable. Eyes averted to the cameras she passed, each one shaking into the oblivion of black and white flecks within the security room. All he would get to see was a flickering image of her before the screens he was attending would turn into fuzz. She wanted to unnerve him, wanted to make his stomach curl with mild fear and confusion. Although Seth was going to be an interesting delight for the night, Jenove truly longed to deconstruct the dominant minds of the security team. Seth was a mere newbie, a sickla in the pack - there were nearly five boys who deserved to have their heart handed to them within the security team. Oh.. but she was kept on a leash until her dear Belial let her free in their direction.

A wicked smile so delicately soft but piercing fitted her face as she crept toward the door. She was still contained in the asylum, but it wasn't as if she was going to torture this soul through video cameras. She had to mold, to sink into the new form that would turn this man into lustful liquid. Eyes concealed themselves into a onyx pool, her clothes melting off and evaporating exposed the white satin tucked beneath. Skin flecked off, feathering into pieces before turning into ash and sinking into the solid floor. In one magnificent moment, her body exploded into a banter of electricity. White and blue strings of shock wrapped together wildly to take shape of a woman, her curves prominent and facial features defined with white light. The dangerously hypnotic apparition raised her arms, hands placing themselves above her head as she clasped them together. Lights struggled to stay alive under the mental power of the demon, the entire asylum was left in a flickering mess as the harlot burst into a ball of electricity and vanished. Traveling was made easy for those who were branded with the beast's number.

The creature appeared in the midst of the night, her electric form frozen as sun-kissed skin bled over it, canvasing the shock substance. Every specialty of a woman sculpted itself diligently, hair spurted and fell from her head - curling itself in lazy waves and staining the strands with a vanilla scent. Fabric stitched itself around her new shoulders, loosely hanging from her as if the denim didn't want to be there. Within seconds a nude woman was what Jenova had become. A woman of diversity and vicious intelligence: Elektra. She was something that Seth admired but never tried to touch without her permission, all he could do was gawk and cross his fingers that one day she'd fall hard for him again. Oh, yes, Jenova knew the endless tales of misery and heartbreak from both of the humans. Tapping into their memories with a single touch without them knowing. Nearly all the vile humans on the island had fallen victim to Jenova's hand - ensnaring her with their darkest secrets that they didn't even want to share with themselves.

Manicured hand twisted the knob, the flesh costume Jenova wore swaying into the building, her hips seductive and inviting. A smile made for a front cover met her face as her hands crawled over the back of the chair, scaling down Seth's shoulder's and the chest. Exploring every aspect of his chiseled body, nails gliding over the fabric as if hesitating whether to tear it off or not. A whisper with an erotic tint came flowing out in ribbons "I couldn't stand it anymore, Seth The lie was capable of passing a detector - in reality it was true on Elektra's part.. but clearly never vocalized. Freeing him from the steam of her hands, her legs flitted her around the chair, the gifts of her meatbag's body presenting themselves to the unsuspecting man. Without any second to waste, she fitted herself on to his lap, legs on either side of him as if she was going to attempt to give him a lap dance. Breasts eagerly pressed themselves against his amber-hot body, her one hand running through his hair as the other ventured in other regions. Plump lips pressed against his before separating for words to creep out "I want you"

And so the game began.

TAGGED !? seth
1021 !? 1071
OUTFIT !? jenova's form: here
"elektra" form: rated M for nudity
LISTENING TO !? two obnoxious boys in an intense bromance playing Mass Effect 3
LYRICS BY !? the agony scene -- scars of your disease
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b][/size][/center]

[SETH DAEMON RAVAGE]

Seth rubbed his right hand over his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was definitely not in the right state to be doing security work. He could hardly keep his eyes open, let alone focus them on the screens. The only reason he did decide to work the shift was to get his mind off of things. He was tired, yet he couldn't bring himself to sleep. The boy hadn't had a full nights sleep in ages. It was becoming to be too much. Keeping up with his job, and keeping an eye on his siblings, which alone was a full time job. He was starting to doubt himself. The man that he used to be was far from what he was now, as much as he hated to admit it.

He let out a heavy sigh as he dropped his hand back to the table. His eyes kept their stare on the screens, making sure not to miss anything. Who was he kidding, there was nothing he was going to miss. The screens were empty. All of the patients were in bed, along with the staff from what he could see. It would be the perfect time to rest his eyes, if only his mind would let him. Of course, it wasn't looking good.

Without effort he brought the bottle to his lips, taking a large drink before placing it on the table in front of him. The sudden sound of the door knob turning caught his attention almost instantly, yet his positioned refused to change. Before he could even think of making a move he felt the warm touch of hands creeping down his chest. Immediately he took in a sharp breath of air, catching him off guard. Chills ran through out his body at the sound of the stranger's voice. His left brow raised questionably as he realized who it was. A warm smile managed to appear as he took in her scent. He must have fallen asleep, lost in his dreams. It was too good to be reality, that was for sure.

His stomach was in his throat, oozing a sick feeling. Was this really happening? Was he finally getting the attention of a girl he had fallen for so long ago? A tingling sensation took over, his body over heating at a fast pace. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she came around him, placing her legs on either side of the chair. Oh god. His eyes searched her naked body for seconds before removing their gaze. Yeah, it was definitely a dream.

Almost instinctively his hands found their way to her sides, the warmth of her body exploding at his touch. His smile deepened as she ran her hand trough his hair. Maybe it was happening. Maybe he was finally lucky enough to get what he wanted. Though, he did have a hard time believing in that thought. Why would she choose now to make a move, an extremely risky move? Something wasn't quite adding up.

His grip around her sides tightened as he felt her other hand explore below his torso. It felt so good, and yet so wrong. Oh come on, he had to pick now to have a conscience? In the past he could sleep with whomever he pleased, and never had to feel guilty about it. But, it was different when it came to Elektra. She held a special place within his heart, she meant a lot to the boy. The connection he shared with her was one he had only had with one other person. A bond so strong it could withstand anything. Of course, Seth had a way of screwing up the good things that happen to him.

Without hesitation he leaned into her kiss. His lips pressing gently against hers. God, he wanted nothing more than to just take her right there, so why didn't he? His breathing picked up as she spoke her final words. The corners of his mouth tilted up, forming the perfect grin. Acknowledging her words he move closer to her, his lips finding their way back to hers. He kissed her with a rough passion. All the times he wanted to combining into one deadly mixture. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't help himself. It lasted a few minutes before he pulled away, his heart pounding in his chest

Thoughts ran deep in his mind, taking his attention away from the scene playing out in front of him. Finally, something clicked in. The smile he held earlier faded while his expression turned aggressive. "Who are you?" The words were spoken clearly, in a venomous tone. Seth wasn't an idiot, as most would think. He knew for a fact that Elektra was a very classy girl, much to classy to show up naked and automatically jump him. His hands quickly left her sides and grabbed onto her wrists, his grip squeezing in a threatening manner.

WORDS

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TAGGED
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OUTFIT
coming soon !
MUSIC
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NOTES
sorry its so shitty, i did it at 4 am ><[/color][/blockquote]

[JENOVA SYNELLE BLACKMOORE]

I AM THE POISON FOR THE WEAK ,
i am your loveless desire

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A hymn made for angels purred in her throat as Seth lunged into her with his lips, taking the bait with a man's simple eagerness. They were all so easy to deceive, so easy to hook and destroy. Why were they ever created? Women would have been able to raise the world to great heights without man, in fact the Earth would still be rich in health if man's greed hadn't raped it. Asexually reproducing wouldn't have been a problem to be placed in the chain of evolution - erase men and women would find a way. Scum, useless and primitive they all were. If only Eve had listened to the Serpent more, followed her heart, there wouldn't be man to corrupt and deconstruct.

Fingers untied themselves from the man's hair, gently hooking to the side of his neck. His pulse ran wild, the thudding pulsing into Jenova's false fingertips as she gave him exactly what he longed for. It was tempting to suck him dry right there, pierce his throat and watch him speak in death rattles while looking in the vacant eyes of his beloved dream turned nightmare. However, there was a tension that built into the air, the fibers of his body stringing together to a stiff posture. Defensive. Wrists became locked by a mortal's stingy grip, so weak. A human would surely wince at such a hold, but to Jenova this was like being detained by paper chains. It was absolutely nothing compared to the backhand of Belial. Something that would tear the face off of any human.

A wicked smile fitted the costume's lips as the words knitted into the air, his questioning delighted Jenova - gave her a little glimpse of hope that there was a conscience in men. The filter she wore began to crack in spots, the skin flaking away to reveal the electric harlot that lingered beneath, eyes blotted to black depths of terror. A serrated smile curled across her mouth, which still remained to be Elektra's distorted naked figure. Wrists tore from his pathetic hold, hands throwing themselves against his throat binding him into a threatening choke. "I'm everything you desire in one, I'm every woman's scorned hatred that you used and discarded, I'm the living memory of what a vile monstrosity you are" The siren's voice was beautifully disturbing, ringing with the song of every bird but poisoned by a viper's venom. Without any strain of effort she raised her current body back to a stand, sweeping the chair from beneath Seth but remaining her hold on him. Caressing him by the throat inches above the air she gave a hideously charming laugh out before speaking "You've tainted the lives of many women. All of which you deceived with womanizing trickery to get what you wanted" Stepping lightly holding her prize, she pressed him against the cold bleached wall.

Her body began to dissolve, flitting into the faces of many different women, all of which would be in the corners of Seth's memory from drunken nights. As she shifted through these faces, her voice fluctuate into theirs' "Remember every moment spent laying with these women, how many flowers you've poisoned with your seed. Let their pain become yours, feel their emptiness in the morning after, feel your heart sinking in your chest, feel used and worthless." Tar eyes narrowed as she constricted his throat more, dragging him up the wall higher so she was forced to tilt her head upward. Her ever-changing ceased, melting into the humanoid form of herself - the woman she was before her death. "Seth Daemon Ravage, I'm here to eat your fucking heart out of that fine little chest of yours" With a flick of her wrist she tossed him aside against the barrage of security screens and control panel that resided before it. Although the collapsing of his lungs and the purpling of his face fueled her even more, she always had a thing for playing with her food before eating it. Didn't all predators?

Nonchalantly, she examined her fingernails before turning on her heels. Sitting her hand on her hip and lazily displaying the other upward in a pose, she smiled harshly "I quite enjoy this outfit. Compliments me beautifully, don't you agree? I picked it out just for you" Hissing a chuckle, Jenova shook her head like a displeased mother "I had it in my head you would be at least a bit more fun to play with considering the training you have, Arkham. Your father would be disappointed in you" Her empty eyes swayed over the static filled screens, which clicked back to images. Not of the asylum though, of memories that belonged to Seth - all of them being of his father. From simple moments of his childhood, to those of his father's untimely death. "Then again, I should have expected you to be weak. After all, that's the reason why your father is dead. You couldn't even defend your mother's honor, the woman that brought you life" She stood with authority with the essence of cruel seduction as the words snaked from her lips in an angelic blade.

TAGGED !? seth
858 !? 1071
OUTFIT !? jenova's form: here
"elektra" form: rated M for nudity
LISTENING TO !? The sexy sounds of The Black Dahlia Murder's "Deflorate" album
LYRICS BY !? the agony scene -- scars of your disease
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b][/size][/center]

[SETH DAEMON RAVAGE]

His attention stayed to the stranger, his jaw almost dropping when her body began to change. What the hell was she? If he could even refer to it as a she. It was unlike anything he had seen before. One minute he was staring into the eyes of Elektra, and now he was gazing at this...thing. It was all too much for the boy to take in. Perhaps he was still sleeping? Yeah, that would make sense, drank a little too much booze and he passed out. At the moment that was the only logical explanation he could conjure up. Though, it all crumbled when he was suddenly being choked, which felt all too real to be a dream. His hands instantly gripped her wrists once more, attempting to loosen her grip. He could barely pay attention to what she was saying due to his gasping for air.

His grip tightened as she lifted his body, kicking away the chair that rested beneath him. She began spewing more words before holding him against the wall, inches from the ground. Was she actually referring to the woman Seth had been with? Great, he had a pissed off feminist looking for some form of revenge. This wasn’t going to end well. He was more or less guilty of the crimes she had accused him with. But hey, what man wasn’t? Seth was definitely not the only man to sleep his way through girls, and on his behalf, a lot of them came onto him. So, it was the gentleman thing to do, giving them what they wanted, wasn’t it? When it came down to it, it hardly seemed like it was his fault. Though, the boy did hold a guilty conscience, for more reasons than just that.

His jaw clenched, no longer was he struggling. Why waste his energy when he knew couldn’t win that fight? It was pointless, really. His eyes slightly widened as he gazed at her, she was no longer in the form she previously took on she was shifting into girls that he had been with. Their voices taunted him as she spoke. Seth swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut as his body was being dragged further up the wall. He didn’t dare open his blue orbs, he didn’t want to see what she was fully capable of. Hell, what he had just witnessed was enough to scar him for life, well, if he were any normal human being. A creature as powerful as this was no doubt able to do far worse, and Seth was definitely not planning on sticking around to see.

His eyes finally opened, only to see her previous form again. Her words hit hard, she was going to eat his heart? Well, that just made things worse. He wasn’t expecting her to be a cannibal. Now, that was one way he sure as hell was not going to die. Before he knew it her grip released, and he was being thrown across the room. He landed hard on the floor, after smashing into the security screens. The second his body met the floor he began gasping for air, his arms struggling to lift his broken body. God, she had a mean throw. He managed to roll his position, shifting quickly to his side. His eyes stayed attached to the girl, not wanting to be caught off guard again. He knew what she was doing, and he wasn’t about to play into her hand.

His voice struggled to come out, entering the air in a rugged force. ”How thoughtful of you.” It hurt to breath, let alone talk. He gripped his chest tightly as a harsh cough caught in his throat. Letting it out he dragged his body to the wall, resting cautiously against it. His lip curled at the mention of his father. She was starting to get on his nerves. While she was busy gazing at the static on the screens Seth reached behind him, hands wrapping around his gun. He was about to pull it out when his attention was stolen away. His eyes left her form, and planted on the screens. They were no longer covered in static; they were images of his father. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, holding back tears. She wasn’t going to break him, not this time. He forcefully ripped his eyes away from the screens, pulling his attention back on her. Without hesitation he grabbed his gun, aiming it to her skull before firing a bullet. Resting his head against the wall he placed the gun on his stomach, his hand still clenching onto it.

WORDS

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TAGGED
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OUTFIT
clickeh ![/url]
MUSIC
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NOTES
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[JENOVA SYNELLE BLACKMOORE]

I AM THE POISON FOR THE WEAK ,
i am your loveless desire

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It almost made her sad how pathetic he was, that putrid piece of flesh she just tossed around like a rag doll. But they all were, they were all just weak creations that were meant to glorify the existence of Earth. They successfully trashed that, ruining the supple skin of the planet with their filth. Her eyes narrowed on the man she has ensnared in her world of torment, something was about to happen, he was thinking. Maybe he thought he was clever enough to outsmart her? To possibly blindside her.. would he dare to try a trick against a magician?

Oh, was this one ever ballsy, pulling a gun on her unscathed skull? She watched with a bored expression as the bullet spiraled toward her, it's surface drilling into her humanoid body which melted into the image of Elektra once again. Moments prior to the metal invading her skin, the voice of the busty brunette trilled "Seth! Wait!". Mind games were the easiest to play against men, they were unbelievably weak in psyche, unlike their female counterparts. The curvy figure was adorned in clothing this time, to make it appear as if it was actually his beloved Elektra he so lusted after. The fabrics clung to her skin, the wound afflicted on her pussing red.

The screens that ran with static now returned to their regular state, and as the fake Elektra collapsed to the dirt ridden floor, the essence of the room changed to a moment of sincerity instead of fear. Jenova wanted to drench guilt over him, to destroy his inner-self to rubble. This was her poison for him, not a road she had selected prior. She wanted to let the poison clot his veins slowly, ease itself into his heart before making his body too dysfunctional to handle. Suicide. Yes, that's what she wanted for this incredibly egotistical, narcissist being. He would suffer internally, a pain that no one else would experience except for him. This was a wrath only designed for the worst.

Her plan was to make him actually believe he had killed the one woman that ever spared him despite his obvious sexual antics. Apply confusion, make them feel delusional, the best torture. Because, of course, after tonight's events he would surely come across the true Elektra and be blindsided - not knowing what happened. Did he really encounter the beast known as Jenova? Or did he have some sick, twisted dream? That question itself would rattle his core enough to drive someone insane.

Perfume exuded from her, wrapping itself around the room. Her body lay motionless, the surface of her faux skin running lukewarm but touched by a cold sweat. No breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat, and doe eyes glossed with death's penetrating stare. A painted look of confusion and betrayal was written on the sun kissed face, as if she was in disbelief with Seth's actions. The succubus needed him to feel the raw sting of regret and hurt, the same treacherous feeling he was consumed with over his parents.

TAGGED !? seth
506 !? 1071
OUTFIT !? jenova's form: here
"elektra" form: rated M for nudity
LISTENING TO !? The sexy sounds of The Black Dahlia Murder's "Deflorate" album
LYRICS BY !? the agony scene -- scars of your disease
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b][/size][/center]

[SETH DAEMON RAVAGE]

His chest moved viscously as he tried to get air. He had to admit, the bitch was strong. However, Seth was not about to let some psychotic chick walk all over him. She unlike anything he had ever seen, that was for sure. He was used to taking out humans, which she was definitely not. She was something completely different, something that came out of nightmares. Perhaps that was all it was, a dream. Hell, Seth had some pretty fucked up dreams in the past, but this was something he was not used to. One thing was for sure, if it was real, he was a lot more screwed up than he thought. Maybe he should of checked in as a patient, because the last time he checked, normal people didn’t see shit like that.

He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on his breathing, until a voice drifted to his ears. Not just any voice, her voice. Almost instantly his eyes ripped open, taking in the scene that played before him. Her body was laying on the floor, her figure more still than a statue. Oh god, what had he done? No, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t Elektra. It couldn’t be, could it? No. He was being tricked, he had to have been. Even though he knew in his head it wasn’t real, he couldn’t help but feel a ripping sensation in his heart. His bottom lip quivered as he watched her lifeless body. Tears welled within his eyes, blurring his vision slightly. He quickly wiped at his eyes, causing the tears to vanish. She wouldn’t break him; he was stronger than that, wasn’t he? Seth always thought that he was fairly strong, of course the fact that he hid his emotions helped. Then again, emotions made people weak, it made them vulnerable. That was the reason why he tried to stay together at all costs, until he was alone, of course. He couldn’t show fear, or be upset, not while he was around his siblings, he needed to be strong for them, and at the moment, he was failing miserably.

His jaw clenched as he attempted to move from his current position. He winced at the pain shooting through his body, though he managed to get onto his knees. His hand still gripped the gun, though he pointed the barrel to the ground. His eyes lingered over the body, his expression turning to anger. ”C’mon you stupid bitch, get up!” His voice echoed through the room, its tone tinted with aggression. He wasn’t playing anymore, she crossed a line. He would be damned to let some demon wannabe mess with his head. If she wanted to kill him, why not just do it? Why take the time to play around? A better question would be why the hell was she going after him?

His body swayed slightly making him reach for the wall behind him for support. His body was aching, though it could have been worse. Seth had been put in many different situations, all of which the outcome was much a lot harsher. He could handle being thrown around, well, for a while anyways. As long as he had the strength to fight back, he was fine. Besides, his wounds weren’t all that bad. He highly doubted that that was the girl could dish out, but he was prepared for anything. Well, anything physical. Emotional was a whole different story, although the damage she had already done was far from his mind. It hurt, it hurt like a son-on-a-bitch, but it wasn’t real. Elektra wasn’t really in the room with him; however, the images she played across the screens were all too real. He wished they weren’t god how he wished. But, that was the past, and he couldn’t take it back, no matter how much he wanted to. Truth was, he thought about that moment every day. If only Seth had been in the way, if only his body blocked the bullet from his father, he would still be alive. If he could turn back time he would surely have taken the bullet for his father, he would have traded places. His siblings needed a father a lot more than they needed a brother. Besides, his younger brother could watch over their sister, they would have been fine.

His attention stayed on the motionless body, his expression drenched in anger. Without hesitation he raised his right hand, pointing the gun towards “Elektra’s” body. He lowered the barrel, so it was just beside her head and pulled the trigger. The bullet immediately shot in her direction, hitting the floor beside her.

WORDS

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TAGGED
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OUTFIT
clickeh ![/url]
MUSIC
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NOTES
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