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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 9, 2010 10:50:21 GMT -5
 We should've left much more soon
For one night let's share the moon♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦Despite being wanted by the local authorities of San Francisco (due to an encounter in a high school a day or two ago), Christopher took it upon himself to 'venture' down to the FBI Station in San Francisco. Why? He wanted a toy to... play with. Chris' toy is more of a semi-automatic Glock 22, and what better way to get a police pistol than in a police (well, federal) department.
Christopher stood outside the federal departments, staring at the doors. He had pushed his long black leather jacket back behind his arms and was standing with both hands in his pockets. The stance Chris held was made even more dominant when you look to the way he was standing; his legs were slightly apart, a cocky posture. Christopher was also wearing his tinted black shades, only adding to his mysterious look.
"I best get myself into gear." Christopher said, pulling his hands from his pockets and clicking his fingers. Soon after, Chris began to make his way toward the entrance of the federal premise, not many of the guards took notice of him... yet. "Too easy." Chris thought to himself, pushing open the doors and walking into the building.
Chris moved straight past the reception office, and toward the armory. Then alarm bells rang, quite literally. Chris grinned and held his hand out infront of him. "FREEZE! Put your hands above your head and show your face." one of the federal officers said, almost shouting. A black, sparkly musk formed around Chris' right hand and in a split second the crossbow appeared in Chris' hand. After which, Chris twirled round and shot the crossbow. In a split second the guard had fallen to the floor. Clang. Clang. The sound of the gun. The fun had just started. "Who else wants a piece of me?" The darklighter said, looking toward another officer.
That officer was holding his gun, rather shakily. Christopher merely let the crossbow drop to the floor... Thing is, it didn't drop to the floor. It vanished, in a vibrant dark-purple musk. Chris pressed his stomach up against the officers gun. "Shoot it, go on." Chris said. The problem was, no gun was shot. An error on the officers behalf, for what happened next was merely sport for Chris.
Chris took a tight clutch of the males arm with both hands and twisted it anti-clockwise. Crack. The officer screamed in pain, blood was dripping to the floor. A red-covered, broken bone had sprung from the officers arm; the ulna had snapped. After that quick snap, Chris rose his right leg and pushed hard onto the guys stomach, but kept a grasp of the officers arm. This led to a loud tear, a loud scream, blood spewing from the officers joint.
Then, Christopher pryed the gun off the bloodied arm, and allowed the arm to drop to the floor. The officer was on the floor, bleeding to death; screaming.
Chris slid the gun into his trousers, making sure the handle was hooked onto the top of his trousers. Then he heard footsteps, lots of footsteps from all around him. He was trapped, he would have orbed out; but they would have shot. Chris doubted he'd be able to take on all the officers at once; there had to be at least twenty, maybe twenty-five. All Chris had was a glock, no more than 19 rounds in a clip. Well, that sucked. "I'm warning you, we'll shoot." Said one of the officers, sounding rather fearful. Christopher grinned and merely rose his hands upward, and placed them on his head. If he wasn't going to get them at once, he'll get them seperately. Standard FBI procedure was to shoot target if target shot first. Why didn't they? Well, the CCTV camera's showed the twenty-or-so officers half of what Chris was capable of. They were too scared, Chris guessed.
Chris kept his 'submissive' stance; awaiting the officer(s) to make his(or their) move.
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Post by Lyssia Grey on Mar 9, 2010 17:51:16 GMT -5
 Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦She was at the FBI building, again, ansering yet more questions about her "abduction" for some reason these feds just didn't want to believe some of the details of the story she had told them. You would think being found beaten, abused, and naked chained up in a warehouse would be enought to convince some people, but not this idiot agent. He was too busy and invloved with the evidence to believe her. Appearently there was no evidence in her old house that there was anyone but her there the day her family was killed. Lyssia struggled not to roll her eyes at the insipid agent's questions.
She was getting ready to end his farce when an alarm went off, an intruder alarm and the agent interviewing her left to deal with the agent. Looking around the enpty office she now found herself in Lyssia calmly got up and walked over to the agent's desk. Looking at the desk she saw her case file, the original and that made her smile, the agent was an idiot. She picked up the file and then glistened away, then immediately returned without the file, she would destroy it later, when she didn't have as much time to play with some distracted feds. But first things first, mindless distruction.
Lyssia Glistend her way out of the office again and into the security office. There was a single agent there, and he immediately drew his weapon on her, shakingly so, given that he had seen her teleport twice now. With a smile and a simple caress of her own body Lys activated her Enchanting power as she noticed his wedding ring, and said in a sultry tone, "Come now, you don't want to use that on me, you would much rather do other things to me, wouldn't you. Things your wife would never do with you." Seeing his expression she smiled and walked up to him. "Well, then All you need to do is give me you gun." Without thinking the agent handed her his gun, once in her hands she promptly shot him in the head and turned her attention to the security banks.
She watched the man fighting the agents drop his crossbow and it vanished, a darklighter, Lyssia thought, how perfect. in her hand she generated her energy whip, which she immediately used on the bank. The energy surged through the system, transiting along through the security system, causing more then a few cameras to blow out, including the one in the room with the darklighter. The evidence of what had happened here was gone, at least the most blatant bits. Once that was done she glistened into the room with the darklighter, though behind the agents, and unnoticed by them. She saw the agent who had been questioning her and new what she had to do. She lashed out at him with her energy whip.
With a crack of her whip the energy lashed and wrapped itself around the neck of insufferable agent who had been questioning her. The smell of frying flesh filled the air immediately as he choked on the whip and the blood that was seeping down his clothing. The skin near the whip blistered and boiled, popping and oozing fluids which sizzled as the hit the whip. The agent collapsed, mercifully as one of his eyeballs boiled right out of his skull from the heat of the whip. With a final tug Lys burned the skull off the body, leaving a seared wound where his head used to be.
The agent was dead and now half the agents had their guns trained on her, shaking from a mixture of terror and lust, given that her enchantment power was working overtime to influence so many people. She was unsure how long she would be able to hold it, or even how useful it would be, so her eyes set on the darklighter as she said, "You going to join the fun, lover boy?"
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 9, 2010 20:24:40 GMT -5
To tell the truth,
I'm getting away with murder♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Christopher was standing, waiting for one of the guards to 'make his move' and one of the federal agents was about to put the cuffs on Christopher when a loud crackle... from a strange sort of whip, anyone knew that sound anywhere; an energy whip from a warlock. Soon after the crackle, there were screams then a body dropping to the floor. Chris grinned and all the officers went to see what had happened.
About thirty seconds after, guns were cocked and Christopher turned around to see what it was; they were aimed at a female, a warlock female. The female didn't particularly seem interested in the guns, moreover, she seemed more interested in Chris. "You going to join the fun, lover boy?" she said, looking toward Chris. For a split second Chris didn't know what to say... well, they say men can't multitask, and Chris only proved the point for a second or so; he didn't do anything else but scan his eyes across the female. He soon snapped back to reality, however, when his eyes met with the females; she looked no older than 20, perhaps not even twenty years old... maybe she wasn't even near the tender age of twenty? Of course this was just a look, and looks can be deceiving. "Question is... are you, sweet cheeks?" Chris said to the female, a playful, tormenting look was shot across Chris' face, looks like someone had come and joined in on Christopher's fun.
Chris ducked down, and swept his right foot around; slamming it into a few of the officers legs, causing them to fall. When it was time for Chris to rise he held his hand out and a black mist submerged his right hand, only to disperse, leaving a crossbow. All the while this was going on; Chris was grinning. He lept onto the wall and as his feet impacted unto it, he bent them; pushing off the wall with them. This caused Chris to hurl toward one of the federal officers, and as he did; he shot his crossbow at another officer. As Chris slammed into the officer he was 'flying' for, Chris put the crossbow to his head and fired it again (of course, after reloading). Blood spewed everywhere. Chris stood up, looking around to the fighting; guns were firing everywhere, but both his and the females movements seemed fast, very fast. Demonic. "You can do better than that!" Chris shouted at one of the officers, releasing his grasp from the crossbow, letting it disperse into nothing once more; he shot his arm forward and plunged it into the federal officers chest.
Chris' hand drove straight through the guys chest, and Chris took grasp of the guys spinal cord. As soon as the contact was made, Chris yanked as hard as he could, the guys eyes were 'bleeding', literally. Chris looked to the mans spinal cord in Chris' hand and then averted his gaze to the officer who had just fell in his own bath of blood.
Chris grinned, and span the cord around, slamming it into another federal officers head. Christopher's thirst for violence was being given into.
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Post by Lyssia Grey on Mar 9, 2010 21:23:07 GMT -5
Tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Lys could feel the darklighter's eyes roaming over her, and it felt good, she liked being watched with lust, especially when it wasn't as result of her enchantment power, and then he spoke and it made her smile, it was a sick smile."Oh, you better believe it boy toy." And then, just like that she lashed out with the whip, wrapping it around an agent's neck and burning him as she pulled him toward her and into her arms. The whip disappeared as she held the dying agent in the cradle of her elbow, holding him like a human shield.
Once she had her shield she gazed at the agents and the whip lashed out, searing and burning all it touched. At one point it lashed against an agent's arm and cutting him right down to the bone. At this, the agents opened fire on her, though she was able to use her human shield to great effect and the majority of the bullets either missed her or hit her meat shield. She watched the darklighter move, and she was impressed, and she needed to show off a bit herself.
Throwing the now dead agent at another agent she bolted in across the room, the stolen gun now in her hand and firing into the agents, dropping several of them with well aimed shots, hitting more then one agent directly in the eye. As she moved she cast a glance at the darklighter, who was now hitting an agent in the head with the spine of yet another agent. Lys couldn't help but chuckle at that and felt that she had no choice but to do a bit better.
Wrapping her enchantment power around one of the last agents she looked at him and said, "I know what you want, and there is only one way to get it. You need to take that weapon of your and shoot your friends." With a crazed look on his face the gent pointed his weapon at the other agents and opened fire, with Lys joining in on the action, laughing at it all. The last of the agents were killed and Lys smirked. Lys poked her fingers into the blood of a dead agent and smeared it on the agent's face while chanting something. The ground beneith the enchanted agent glowed then seemed to shatter and a large tentacle warpped around him and pulled him down.
With a smirk she said, "Well, that was fun. And the Labyrinth takes its due. Who knows, given enough time he may join us, or have his soul destroyed. Either way, that was fun." Tucking the hand gun back into the back of her pants under her leather jacket and straightened out the leather of the jacket as she looked over the darklighter amid the carnage of the dead agents all around them. There was more then a little blood on her jacket and face.
"So, darklighter you come here for little old me, or did you come here for some far less interesting reason? Because so far I do enjoy what I see, you really know how to have a good time." The seventeen year old warlock walked over toward Chris with a sadistic grin on her face, and she could only wonder how this was going to turn out now.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 10, 2010 15:44:15 GMT -5
I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ "Oh, you better believe it boy toy." The female said, then the fighting began.
After the fighting was complete, the female turned around and spoke toward Chris; "Well, that was fun. And the Labyrinth takes its due. Who knows, given enough time he may join us, or have his soul destroyed. Either way, that was fun." Chris wasn't exactly a huge fan of the labyrinth, or anything to do with the underworld to be honest. He left it a long time ago, and his view on it hadn't changed. The darklighter, with a dark secret, a dark past, a dark present, a dark life... maybe, a bright future. He merely ignored the referral about the Labyrinth and dropped the spinal cord; blood dripping from his hand. He had blood all over him, droplets on his face, his hands were covered in it, his clothing had become clothed with blood. "That it was, that. it. was." Chris said, looking toward the female.
The girl then slid the pistol into her pants and looked toward Chris. She spoke soon after;"So, darklighter you come here for little old me, or did you come here for some far less interesting reason? Because so far I do enjoy what I see, you really know how to have a good time." Chris looked to her, with a risen eyebrow; "I'm not even finished..." Chris said, trailing off as he spoke; as if he was in thought.
After speaking, the female made her way up to him, he liked what he saw; and what he saw was nice. Chris rose his hand up to her cheek and swiped his bloodied finger down it, leaving a finger-trail of blood. Chris then slapped himself back to the 'norm' and finished his sentence. "I came for a toy, and I think I found more one." Chris said, suggesting this 'toy' wasn't the original toy he was looking for. After which, Chris moved his hand around her waist, and pulled her toward his own body.
He looked down into her eyes, and grinned lightly. Swerving his hand to grasp the guns handle, and pulling it from her pants. He then stepped back from her and examined the weapon. "I think you'll find that's mine." he said, pushing his jacket back, revealing a gun holster; he came with a holster, but not a gun. So, Chris filled the gun holster with his newly aquired handpiece. "And you're here why?" Chris said, again averting his gaze toward the petite looking female. He awaited her response.
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Post by Lyssia Grey on Mar 10, 2010 16:39:45 GMT -5
Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Lys felt the caress of the dark lighter's finger along her cheek, leaving a trail of blood behind it and as she felt the warm blood on her cheek lys couldn't help but smile. After the darklighter had taken his finger off of Lys's cheek she brought her own finger up and traced where his had been, taking some of the blood he had put there onto her finger. She then placed the finger into her mouth and slowly pulled it out through tightened lips. "Mmmm, still warm," she purred after the finger exited her mouth with a slight popping noise.
Then suddenly she was pulled in tight to the darklighter by her waist, and she allowed him to do it without resisting. She looked into his eyes and smiled right back, a somewhat sadistic and cruel smile, but a smile none the less. She felt his hand moving down her back, lower and lower and then, the gun?! That's what his hand had been going after, well, Lys found that slightly disappointing. "A gun? Well I certainly hope that isn't the only toy your thinking about leaving with or I will very disappointed."
She stepped away from him at that point, looking around the dead agents as he felt her eyes upon her. As she spotted something worth taking, something much better then the little pistol he had taken. Bending over in such a way that she was sure that it gave the darklighter an excellent view she picked it up with one hand on the pump. It was a single barrel, pump action Mossberg Shotgun, and now it was hers. Then the darklighter inquired about why she was here and hile her back was still to him she silently rolld her eyes ever so slightly, after all he had no actual way to know, so she would humor him.
"Oh, you know, usual stuff involved with maintaining a cover identity here, The feds simply couldn't leave it alone and believe me. This one in particular," she stopped talking for a moment when she reached the severed head of the agent she had decapitated and gave it a swift kick across the room. It hit a wall with a meaty thud and landed in a waste basket. That brought another sick smile to her face as she continued to talk, "refused to believe I had no memory of the night some psycho hacked up my family with an axe." She then turned her head and looked at the darklighter with a glint in her ee and a smile that hinted that she had been the one.
You know boy toy, given the amount of blood we've shed together now, and believe me nothing makes me horny like the smell of carnage in the air. But I suppose we should at least introduce ourselves. You can call me Lys, and you are?" Once she finished saying that she slung the shotgun over her shoulder by the strap, turned toward the darklighter, and placed her hands on her hips in a suggestive manner and looked at straight into his eyes.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 10, 2010 20:22:51 GMT -5
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight,
Get teenage kicks right through the night♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ As soon as Chris wiped his bloodied finger across her cheek, she wiped her finger across the blood and took a little taste of the iron-tasting blood. "Mmmm, still warm," she said, seductively.
"A gun? Well I certainly hope that isn't the only toy your thinking about leaving with or I will very disappointed." Chris couldn't help but grin, laugh even. He chuckled lightly and spoke in his usual quiet, deep-toned voice; "Of course it is, I doubt you're a toy worth playing with." Chris' voice was playful, despite it's evil mannerizm's. He was toying with her.
After which, the female turned around and bent over to pick up a rather large gun; "Well... Maybe you are." Chris said, tilting his head slightly. Then the female got back up to her standing position and looked to chris, to which Chris followed the bottom of the gun back to the top; then trailed his eyes to meet with hers. After which Chris asked what she was doing in the station and to his 'amusement' she responded; "Oh, you know, usual stuff involved with maintaining a cover identity here, The feds simply couldn't leave it alone and believe me. This one in particular," She said, walking to a decapitated man. Only to follow her walk by a kick... and a head flying into a bin, then she continued to talk; "refused to believe I had no memory of the night some psycho hacked up my family with an axe." She said, the glint in her eye made it obvious she was the owner of the sick deed. "They were mortals? Pff, that's nothing." He said, then a cocky tone took over his voic; "Close your eyes and imagine it, the underworld. Full of demons and foul creatures, full of hatred and anger, full of power. My parents were there, as was I. I felt like it... I felt like doing it, y'know? I dismantled their souls, everything they held dear. Dark lighters, both of them. And you know what? I loved EVERY second of it. After Chris finished his speech, he stood back and leant against a wall, still looking to the female. Blood was submersing all around them, one giant puddle; sirens were still going off.
You know boy toy, given the amount of blood we've shed together now, and believe me nothing makes me horny like the smell of carnage in the air. But I suppose we should at least introduce ourselves. You can call me Lys, and you are?" She said, Chris spat to his left and responded "Turned on? By this?" he said, making himself sound disgusted... in truth, he quite liked that fact about her. "This is nothing, sugar. This is a mere drop to what I do usually." His fake disgust had been replaced by confidence. "And if you like the smell of carnage, maybe I should show you some more?" He said with bloodlust in his eyes. After which he held his right hand infront of him slightly and black smoke engulfed his hand, followed by the crossbow. He then swang his whole body round, and in a split second he had the crossbow pressing onto her forehead. "M'names Chris." he said, "And you don't know what pain is." He then readied his crossbow to fire. "Oh, and if you move. You die." Chris said, assertively. It seemed he was enjoying this; the thoughts going through his head were thoughts of lust, blood, torture. Perhaps one or two thoughts had those three words fused into one very bloody sentence. His words wern't lies, Chris would happily kill the warlock there and then, but he wanted to 'play' with her a bit before he decided what to do.
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Post by Lyssia Grey on Mar 10, 2010 21:59:19 GMT -5
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Lys laughed when when Chris talked about her as if she was the toy, somethin she had instigated and had no problem with continuing. This little banter between the two of them was entertaining, not the most entertaining ting she could do with him granted by entertaining never the less. "Well, I think you'll find this toy far more entertaining then that gun. Unless you entertain your self by sodomizing yourself with it, but I think the shotgun would be better for that then a pistol. But then again I like things big." Lys said as her hand ran down the sides of her body in a very provocative way.
When he discounted the fact that she had killed her family she smiled, he wanted to be like that did he. "You close your eyes boy toy and imagine this. Your thirteen years old, covered in blood from slaughtering your innocent parents with an axe and you walk into sweet little sister's room. The five year old looks at you, tears streaming from her eyes wide with terror. And you bury the axe in her chest. She doesn't die immediately, not till the axe is removed and she bleeds out. The gurgling sound music to my ears. Then your taken to the Labyrinth. You don't know pain till your roasted alive on a spit and forced to eat your own liver. You don't die in the labyrinth unless something wills it. And I loved every minute of it."
Then she laughed, as if she telling the story was a joyous memory, filled with laughs. Though she stops laughing when he threatens her with the crossbow and while looking right at him she rolled her eyes. Cracking her neck in a bored manner though her powers of enchantment were reaching out now, trying to wrap his mind in a mess of desire for her, over powering reason and self preservation in his mind. Twisting him to her will and wrapping it around her thumb. It wasn't a sure thing, she had encounter things in the labyrinth that resisted or ignored her, but she felt it was worth a try.
"Ya know, I can think of several better things you can plunge deep into my body that are a lot more fun then a crossbow bolt. Shoot me, kiss me, fuck me, ignore me. I don't care, just make up your mind darklighter. This was fun and all, but unsatisfying. I need more, maybe I'll return to the Labyrinth and find something to torment." She placed her hands on her hips once she finished talking, her eyes completely devoid of fear, among other emotions. She was a monster in human skin, and one that appearently like to talk, among other activities she enjoyed.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 11, 2010 19:05:32 GMT -5
I wanna lick ya, stick ya,
ride ya like my motorbike tonight.
Who's down to fuck tonight?♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ "Well, I think you'll find this toy far more entertaining then that gun. Unless you entertain your self by sodomizing yourself with it, but I think the shotgun would be better for that then a pistol. But then again I like things big." The female said, Chris merely kept a blank stare unto her eyes. His shades were still on, after which Chris said about killing his parents, to which she responded;
"You close your eyes boy toy and imagine this. Your thirteen years old, covered in blood from slaughtering your innocent parents with an axe and you walk into sweet little sister's room. The five year old looks at you, tears streaming from her eyes wide with terror. And you bury the axe in her chest. She doesn't die immediately, not till the axe is removed and she bleeds out. The gurgling sound music to my ears. Then your taken to the Labyrinth. You don't know pain till your roasted alive on a spit and forced to eat your own liver. You don't die in the labyrinth unless something wills it. And I loved every minute of it."
Chris grinned, and he felt something force over his imagery sensors; as if trying to change his perception of something, or someone. Of course, being a darklighter, Chris had learnt the "tricks of the trade." The warlocks enchanting wasn't going to work on him, he merely kept his shaded bitter stare unto the female. "Nice try, warlock." Christopher said, coldly.
"Ya know, I can think of several better things you can plunge deep into my body that are a lot more fun then a crossbow bolt. Shoot me, kiss me, fuck me, ignore me. I don't care, just make up your mind darklighter. This was fun and all, but unsatisfying. I need more, maybe I'll return to the Labyrinth and find something to torment." she said, moving her hands down to her hips. Chris merely grinned. "Tempting..." he spoke, sliding the tip of the arrow, which was placed in the crossbow down the females cheek... down her chest, resting it on her stomach. "But where's the fun?" He said, pushing his finger briskly on the trigger of the crossbow. Immediately after, the arrow shot into the females stomach; impaling her. Chris kept a grin. He then rose his left hand to his shades and pulled them off, revealing his fully dilated pupils. "I prefer shoving my arrows into you, for now." he said, menacingly.
After which, he swung for the females head with the end of the crossbow, slamming it right into the side of her head. Christopher, after the swift movement, stepped back, his shades had dropped to the floor. "Like I said, you don't know the meaning of pain." Christopher then took a stance of pure assertion and held out his hand to the girl. "One touch and I can take the wound, but if I do, pure pain, pure agony, my pleasure will emerge. It's up to you, however. Either you die, or you let me give you your life back. The poison on the arrow's tip can vanquish a powerful whitelighter, so a mere warlock should be no problem" Chris continued, he was insinuating become the females darklighter; he was suggesting she becomes his charge. A suggestion he thought would be a brilliant 'team-up', to not only aid himself and make the warlock stronger, but to lure whitelighters to their doom. Heck, maybe even a halliwell or two. "After all, I'm one of the most powerful beings you'll ever encounter." Chris said, in a cocky tone.
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Post by Lyssia Grey on Mar 12, 2010 18:11:41 GMT -5
Carry on, you will always remember!
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor!♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ When Chris spoke Lys immediately knew that her attempt to enchant him had not gone the way she would have liked, meaning that he managed to resist her attempt to influence his mind. Lys just half shook her head in a dismissive way and said, "I think we both would have had more fun if it had worked." Her cruel smile remained on her lips. And she would have had fun with him too, probably dragging him down into the Laybrinth, but that would be fun for Lys so she wouldn't think twice, but since it didn't work that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with him in other ways.
As the crossbow dragged itself along her face and chest she reacted like it was a lover's caress and she actually seemed to enjoy it. She smiled when he said he was tempted, but despite the smile, she knew, she wasn't an idiot, and people only admitted something was tempting when they decided to not do it. The twang of the bow and the sudden sharp piercing pain of the bolt slicing through her stomach caused her to bend slightly, more from the impact then the pain. Her body barely even slowed the bolt, it tore through her without slowing down at all, leaving a small hole through her that now gushed blood like a sieve. She didn't have time to fully react before the crossbow was slammed into her temple, knocking her to the ground. Twisting in the air from the angle of the impact she landed on her hands and knees, but managed to turn herself over and look at Chris.
Turning herself over she sat herself down and laughed. It was a painful laugh, and not one of joy, but a laugh none the less. Lys then took her hand up to the blood oozing out the side of her head and felt it, getting her blood over her hand. Looking at her bloody hand, a mixture of both her own blood and the blood of the dead agents that littered the area, Lys brought her hand to her mouth and slowly licked some of the blood off.
She then took his hand, with the bloody one she had just licked, and said, "Well then, its a good thing I'm not a whitelighter isn't it. Your poison, it burns, but not as bad as you would think, I've had worse burns from Mexican food. But if you want to heal me, do it,or I'm gone." Lys didn't mean that she was going to die, though it could be taken that way. She would leave, return to the labyrinth and recuperate there. There were spirits there capable of healing, for the right price, and for the most part, Lys was always willing to deal. And while she didn't say anything about his most powerful comment, she just smiled. Lys was now Chris's charge, if he so desired it.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 12, 2010 22:06:45 GMT -5
I feel, is it real,
as the lynch mob doubles♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Chris watched her fall to the floor and curl in agony, laugh in apathy. He enjoyed every moment of her agony, then she sat up and looked to Chris. Chris' eyes were dark blue, their ordinary color. "Well then, its a good thing I'm not a whitelighter isn't it. Your poison, it burns, but not as bad as you would think, I've had worse burns from Mexican food. But if you want to heal me, do it, or I'm gone." Chris merely knelt down beside her and whispered sadistically into her ear. "Do not mock me." he whispered, assertively. Then he moved her hand down her soft chest, toward her wound.
As soon as his fingers touched the wound, Christopher pushed his hand onto it; keeping a bitter stare into Lyssia's eyes. He then let the arrow drop to the floor, and he placed his bloodied hand on her cheek and smiled lightly.
After a three second stare, Christopher kept his spare hand pressed against the wound, hard and as he did, he spoke softly; "This won't hurt a bit." then he lowered his lips to hers; closing his eyes. As their lips pressed a black light illuminated around Chris' hand, spiralling through her wound.
Chris kept the kiss tightly unto her lips as he completed his procedure. Naturally, as the skin reformed and the blood clotted; it would cause a great deal of immense pain, unlike a whitelighters healing ability. Chris was using his touch of death ability on someone of pure evil, it had a reversed effect on pure evil; it healed them from wounds; which made it even better, more convenient for the charge. In Christopher's case, the said charge was laying in Chris' right arm bleeding to death whilst he used his left hand to heal her.
The pain, the kiss, the blood all added up to one brilliant scenario in Christopher's sadistic mind.
As soon as the kiss was over, and the wound was healed Chris stood up and licked his fingers from her blood. "Now you're my charge you'll go by my rules." he said. "You may not agree with them, you may not like them but I honestly don't give a fuck. You do as I say, when I say it. If I call for you, and trust me you'll know if I am, you come to me. There'll be more... rules when I see fit." Chris said, his voice was a mix of sadism, assertiveness and calmness. He had taken Lyssia to be his charge, it was official. "In exchange I provide you with protection, with life, with power." Chris said, despite the darkness in his voice he was speaking honesty. "Oh, my names Christopher. Christopher Myers" he said, finally introducing himself.
And as soon as he spoke, sirens were heard; from outside the building. Chris merely offered his hand to the female so he could orb her out.
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Post by Lyssia Grey on Mar 13, 2010 13:29:20 GMT -5
Just talk yourself up
And tear yourself down♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ As Chris drove his fingers into the wound he just inflicted upon her she smiled as the pain hit her body. The wound tearing from a small hole into something larger to fit his fingers. The pain was, not as bad as she would have hoped, but still painful and she liked that. As he removed his fingers and laid her hand on her wound, then he lied to her and kissed her. As he kissed her the power he used burned through her, like an evil eat, scourging her insides, seeking to burn her humanity out of her, and failing, for she lacked anything resembling humanity.
This agony from the healing was exquisite, truely something to experience, and when mixed with the kiss was exhilarating. Lys took her hands and grabbed Chris's head as he kissed and healed her and returned the kiss with a violence that truly spoke of Lys's soul. During the kiss, and while in intense pain pain from the healing Lys shoved her tongue into Chris's mouth, just for the hell of it. As the kiss ended Lys's teeth held on to the the bottom lip of Chris's mouth, drawing blood before finally releasing. Lys licked up the blood that had fallen on her lips from the bite, clearly enjoying herself.
As Chris explained what being his charge meant she smiled in a sadistic manner, just as she smiled right before she fed the agent to the Labyrinth earlier. The look in her eyes was the same, one that spoke of pain and agony and suffering that not even death ended. It was a look that she wore well and could give chills to a mortal, though since Chris was not a mortal odds were this would not be the effect it had on him. "I have no problem being your charge, but you try and tell me what to do and I'll cut off your testicles, fry them in curry, and eat them for a late night snack. And as long as we are giving our full names, Lyssia, Lyssia Grey."
Lys's head turned when she heard the sirens as well, and decided that it was as good a time as any to leave as well. She saw Chris's hand and knew he was offering to take her somewhere through his ability to dark orb, adn while she could transport herself just as easily, she took his hand and allowed him to transport the both of them, once she made sure she still had her shotgun. Once she was sure her trophy was secure she grabbed Chris's hand and said, "Ok Boy toy, lets see what you can do, take us away from this delightful little massacre and to somewhere not nearly as nice."
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 13, 2010 21:12:31 GMT -5
Chris merely smiled at her gaze and then she spoke, sadistically; "I have no problem being your charge, but you try and tell me what to do and I'll cut off your testicles, fry them in curry, and eat them for a late night snack. And as long as we are giving our full names, Lyssia, Lyssia Grey." Christopher grinned, as if he was hoping for that response; "Brilliant."
Lyssia turned her head to look toward the sound of the Sirens, and Christopher followed suite. Then he offered his hand to her, to which she said "Ok Boy toy, lets see what you can do, take us away from this delightful little massacre and to somewhere not nearly as nice." Christopher grinned and latched onto her hand tightly.
As soon as he did, a black smoke emerged from their feet, engulfing them. The world seemed to fade to nothing but a mere black smog for a split second. Then a new place started to form, it was a stange looking place; as if only half there. It was changing around him. The center of the orb. After about three seconds of a strange, demented, half-formed looking place, Christopher released his grasp of Lyssia and the world snapped back into reality. They were on a roof, opposite the FBI station. Police, and S.W.A.T vehicles were surrounding the building, Christopher watched the beauty of it and spoke quietly; "Look at it. Look at how beautiful it is." He said, awe-inspired by the chaos.
OOC: Sorry about lack of formatting the post.
OOC: Sorry about lack of length.
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Post by Lyssia Grey on Apr 25, 2010 15:07:53 GMT -5
It'll be flowing on the streets,
Night after night,
Just to get through the week. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Lys just watched police and other emergency vehicles came to the site of the massacre. Though they were far to late to stop it, or help in any way it would leave a lasting imprint on many of those that would bare witness to the horror that she and her new ally had created. She smiled as she watched them pour into the building that was at the moment so drenched in blood and death that it screamed to her, begging her to unleash some magics upon the building she now watched. She could feel the nihilistic energies that empowered her swelling in that building and it made her skin tingle.
"Oh my demon prince of destruction, you have seen nothing yet, but if you want, I could show you, let you feel oblivion's cold caress for a moment. Its a simple spell after all." Her cold smile seemed to hint at the darker madnesses that lurked within Lys's deranged mind. She already seemed to disregard many of societies most closely held taboos, what else did she care to do. She broke her hand away from where it was being held by Chris and her smile grew larger as a dagger came off her belt. The look on her face when she sliced open her hand was like that of extasy, she was thrilled by the pain, but this act was simply to get the tool she needed, blood.
Squeezing out blood into a lose outline of a geometric symbol at first then she got onto her knees and began to work the symbol while muttering something in an arcane sounding language. Staring at the symbol she was creating would be a bad idea, as a person's eyes seemed unable to tell why, but it was wrong. The symbol was just plain, wrong. Fundamentally it had no place in this realm of existence, it was something of the Labyrinth and staring at the eight sides of the figure, no two of which were the same length and the angles looked as if they added up to more then 360 degrees. But that's, impossible, and yet there it was.
As she canted she smeared some of her blood across her face and then licked her fingers. Her spell was cast and something beyond comprehension and the walls of reality rumbled. "So, do you wish to see it, what I have done. I can say that it is almost guaranteed that building will never recover and some of those we killed so wonderfully will not be leaving any time soon." And then she smiled, the blood still oozing from the self inflicted wound on her hand, not that she really cared.
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