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 Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 9:46 am
She waited, she gripped at the the pistol form of her beloved sister as she held her ground and she waited with a stare that all most seemed alien for her normally cheerful expression after her previous attack. She waited for the results of her actions, she waited for the response he would make towards her actions, she waited to keep herself from running in on him and killing the b*****d on the spot like the dog he was. She waited. She pushed the heel of her boot down to the pavement as she watched him proceed to go from an opponent of lethal proportions to something no different from the worms eating the soil beneath the road. It worked, her plan to slow him down worked. he could hardly move.
She could see it as clearly as day, she could match ever slight movement he made was attached to a place she had aimed for, she could see as he dragged his arms along the ground so heavily, painfully, the way his nerves must have screamed. His fingers were curling for ever little thing the could, a crack in the road, anything, anything to try and pull himself away and get away. He was scared, wasn't he?, she thought. Her upper lip curled up into a snarl at this. He was scared, he was defenseless, just like a child, just like her child had been. She gripped tightly onto Liz, whether it was out of anger, or a desperate need for her sisters comfort at that time was a mystery, but either way it won her a concerned call out from her sisters pistol form, one she went without responding to as she made her way slowly over to him.
It would be so easy to kill him, it could be more than easy. All she had to do was lift this weapon, she didn't even need both her hands to hold it steady enough for a clear shot, all she would have to do would aim for the back of his skull and pull back on the trigger and she could send this rotten, frighten child to hell with all his pain and sins for what he did to her, for what he did to Alex, for what he did to Kid. How dare he, how dare the pathetic little b*****d call out for help from anyone, how dare he demand help from his parents when he denied Alex that comfort the obviously countless times he must have called for her and Kid. How dare this b*****d wish that THEY would die because of his own insecurity's and fear?! Did he have a brain? Did he realize what he'd done single handed? DID HE? DID HE REALLY DESERVE TO BREATHE ANOTHER BREATHE MORE?
Anger ran cold in her blood, it made her hand refuse to loose on the gun, it made her arm itch to lift said gun higher until she finally did, it took everything to hold herself steady from rushing him while he was down as she took aim, winning another concerned cry of her name from Liz. Her heart ached,it ached like no physical wound could. She could've lost Alex, her baby, her little boy, the little boy she had loved with all her heart even when she hadn't even held him outside of her stomach. His laughs, his smiles, his cute little habits that reminded her every day of herself and Kid. The way he loved to cuddle up to her at night during bed time, the way he sat with his father while he worked. She could have lost all of it, and then Kid... He could all ready be gone by now, couldn't he? he could be dead. What would happen if he was gone? what would she do if she lost him? Who was she supposed to go to when she had an important question? Who was she supposed to look to when she wanted company? Who was she supposed to bother by forcing their attention onto her while they were trying to study or sleep? Who was supposed to make her laugh until her cheeks hurt and she was sure she'd die from lack of oxygen? Who? Who made her feel the way she does when he holds her, or kissed her, or whispered sweet things to her? Who? Could anyone? Was there possibly anyone that could be Kid more then Kid? How was that even possible? What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to live? How was she supposed to forgive herself for losing him, for failing him? How was she supposed to forgive herself for not killing HIM now if she really had lost Kid...
Anger was her shield, anger kept her from breaking down and running back for Alex and Kid, anger kept her feet planted firmly on the ground where she was and anger kept the gun pointed at him. She was ready, she was far to ready and far to accepting to the idea of murdering him. She wanted him to die, she wanted to kill him slowly and painfully, shoot him everywhere that would make him scream but not die, take every last finger and toe off, shoot his tongue out, anything, anything to make him feel even the tiniest bit of agony she was now, and had Jordon not began to suddenly spazz out against the ground, had the strange essence now appeared at the center of his chest, begging to raise and form into a being to snap her back into reality and put her back on guard, she probably would have gone through with her thoughts.
The loss of the clown for Jordon may have been a painful one for him this moment, but truly, it could be considered a blessing. She held the gun readily, moving it up and pointed towards the clown as it stood above her once enemy. THIS she could not attack, the wavelength that creeped off of it made her feet feel heavy and her mouth dry, her entire body knew she could not face that enemy on her own, all she could do is stand ready in case it did decide to go after anyone, and thankfully, it simply disappeared into a piece of paper, into the night air. And just as quickly as it had left, the screaming began once again.
Her eyes shot dangerously back onto Jordon, this time to examine him, his state and his words as she stood her ground. She glared at him with the sharpness that rivaled any blade, and hate that dripped like poison off that blades tip. He was doing it again, he was crying out like a child AGAIN, crying for help, crying for love, crying for attention and this time she did not hold the need to rush at him as she heard it. Within seconds the bottom of her boot crashed down onto the top of his chest and the front of the pistols barrel was pressed down as hard as she could onto his forehead as she glared down at him with the same piercing look he had been giving her moments before, screaming right back into his face, as loud as her lungs could allow.
"SHUT THE ******** UP YOU b*****d, JUST SHUT THE ******** UP!!" She made her desires for her request clear as her boot went from the middle of his chest to be shoved down on the bullet wound on his right shoulder, twisting her heel down into the torn and soaked cloth.
"WHAT THE MATTER WITH YOU? DO YOU THINK IT'S FAIR? DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANY RIGHT LEFT IN THIS WORLD TO DEMAND HELP? WHY, BECAUSE YOUR A SCARED LITTLE b*****d WHO WAS SO GODDAMN HURT?" She snapped out again with a tone laced in a vile, bitter hatred, narrowing her eyes as her hand tensed around the gun.
"HOW MANY TIMES? HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU IGNORE MY SON WHEN HE CRIED OUT? CAN YOU REMEMBER THEM, CAN YOU COUNT THEM, CAN YOU?! WHAT RIGHT DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIM AWAY, WHAT RIGHT DID YOU HAVE TO DEMAND WE DIED? WHAT RIGHT DID YOU DEMAND THAT WE BE UNHAPPY JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE SO ******** LONELY? DO YOU THINK NO ONE ELSE HAS SUFFERED THOSE FEELINGS, DO YOU THINK NO ONE ELSE HAS?!"
She pressed the gun closer and she heard another, this time much more desperate plea from her sister, but she ignored it. She refused to hail it right now, or allow her to transform back just yet, the puls in her wavelength made it clear.
"... Whats the matter with you, huh? Didn't you say you wanted to die a little earlier, didn't you? Isn't this what you wanted? Eternal freedom from all the pain and naughty things you've done? is this why you took my son and injured my husband, possibly killed him? Don't 'cha wanna die? Why are you begging for your ********' life, brat, I could kill you right now... I-I SHOULD kill you right now..."
Her voice hitched there and the hand she had so tightly around her sisters weapon form began to tremble at her own words. Within seconds she felt a warm liquid rush down the sides of her face as her eyes shut as tightly as if she had just been stabbed through the gut, as if all the actual pain from the night had finally hit her at once, the horror of what had happen and what could have happen, the things he did and the things she had wanted to do.
"But I wont. Are you happy, you b*****d? Look at what you did and know I can't kill you, I don't want to kill you!" She bowed her head there, letting the short, blonde locks of her bands shadow out her face, all but the the tight, grinding of her teeth to hold back a sudden scream of agony that followed with talking, and the tears obviously breaking free.
"D-Don't you dare think for one second I'm pitying you. Don't you dare believe this is kindness I feel towards you, I despise you with everything that makes me human... But I don't want to give you what you really want, and more importantly, I don't want to imagine how hard it would be to hold my son in my arms, to try and comfort him knowing he saw his mother kill a pathetic a*****e like you in cold blood. I'm not a monster like that anymore, I'm a human, I'm not like you, do you understand?"
She pulled the gun away from his forehead there, lifting it to hold readily in front of her, grasping it now with both her hands. "I want you to live," She lifted her head, fixating the coldest, hardest glare she could onto him, one she wanted to burn into his very memory. "I want you to live for as long as you can, I want you to suffer each and every day with the pain you feel, I want you to look back and remember the horrible things you've done tonight, and know you'll have to keep remembering. Suffer and live is the punishment I demand for you. I wont stain my hands and let you take my humanity from me while you get freedom in death, so live..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 5:18 pm
The next thing Jordon would find was the soul of a boot slamming down upon his torso, the oxygen instantly rushing from his lungs from the impact as he let out a small whimpering cry and his eyes closed tightly shut. Not only did that collision prevent him from finding his breath, but also halted his cries immediately. Her heel dug into his chest causing yet another sharp pain to gnaw at his nerves. Jordon could hear his frantic heart racing in his chest, he could feel the nervous sweat beading on his brow and that of the warm crimson fluid that was blood seeping it's way from his flesh only to stain his clothing and taint the street beneath him. Underneath that boot, Patti would be able to feel the young man tremble helpless and patheticly there on the cold stone ground. Gradually his eyes opened once again, tears brimmed his eyelids as he stared directly back at her. His frightened blue eyes locking onto those opposing merciless blue eyes of hers.
Jordon's body trembled even more violently a moment as he sucked in an unsteady breath through barely parted lips once again. He felt the oxygen rush into his lungs, fill them, and inevitiably empty as he exhaled. It was such a privlage to be able to find his breath once again. Yet at the same time, it was agonizing. The slightest intake of air made him cringe. Shortly after that his shaking calmed, if only a tad. Pressing his lips together once more he swallowed down the growing lump that threatened to gag him and make his voice crack. For the longest time he stared into those eyes.... They looked like his Papa's... That same merciless and infuriated glare he had when he had come save him when he was still just a child...When he had been kidnapped just as Alex had, the only difference was that Alex had managed to be saved before he was stolen away from the city....Spirit had looked at Asura the same way Patti was looking at him when the God had tried to snatch him away and he had come to retrieve him...Come to rescue him. Jordon had never seen his father look like that before, and it wasn't a glance he could easily forget.
But now, he was not the one who the protective parent was trying to get revenge for.. No, he was no better than Asura had been. Glancing over to Death the Kid, laying on the ground hurt and damaged, and seeing that little boy huddled next to him, all he could see was his daddy, Justin; beaten and abused to a inch of his life. While he, Jordon clung to the man hoping, praying to any god willing to listen that his dadda would just make it through...
He swore he felt his heart crack. What had he done? Who was he to judge who should suffer and who should live happily... Asura hadn't had that right, though he did it anyway... But then what did that make him? Was he so as heineous as that blasted Kishin? Was he nothing more than some sick horrid monster? Jordon closed his eyes once again as he fell into a deep pit of his own thoughts, sinking into it much like quicksand. But moments later after he crawled and scratched his way back into reality, he escaped his thoughts with only one thing in mind. Patti and Kid had been lucky...
They could have lost their child. They could've searched for weeks for him never to see nor hear of their baby boy ever again. They managed to save little Alex before Jordon had ripped from from the safety of Death City. Hell! He was lucky himself! Sure he might have experience horrendous ordeals when he himself had gone through his own kidnapping. But he survived right? It sure ******** him up psychologically, but he was still here, his parents still lived. He should at least be thankful for that too right?
Finally looking back straight into Patti's gaze, he ignored most of what she screamed at him, although a few phrased had slipped into his ears, only making him comtemplate what he had done more. It hurt, yes, to hear that yelling. Like he was a dog who had done wrong, and was being screamed at to remember not to piss on the rug again. And even dispite Jordon not actually entirely paying attention to what she said, her raised voice was enough to get her point across to him. "I--.. I.. am.. somebody's baby boy too..." He murmured softly, hesitant and daring to speak, "I-.. I was stolen away from my family too..." He gulped again, nearly choking this time. Albarn blinked gradually, this time tears streaming down his dirtied and blood speckled face. Glistening trails remaing on his cheeks. "T-... that... doesn't make it right though... f-for what I have done.... Or-r... mean you need to forgive me.... you shouldn't... I still don't forgive Asura... and I'm sure my p-par-rents d-don't either..."
Sucking in a shaky breath he lifted the one arm he could still move decently. Sure, there was pain, but he wanted to be able to look back at Patti as he spoke, and these tears that blurred his vision were proving to be a bit of a problem. He wanted to man-up and face his consequences.
"He.. cried...... a lot." Jordon admitted before his eyes breifly moved toward where the boy remained. His gaze moved back to the woman over him and he smirked, not because he found it amusing. Oh no, it was far from that. The smile didn't look amused in the least bit, in fact, it appeared sad. It wouldn't take long, however, for that little upturn of the lips to vanish entirely. "I had no right to make him cry though.... B-but... I didn't ignore him... I-I told him he shouldn't be afraid... I... I told him he shouldn't be afraid because everything would turn out okay!" He paused a moment, before fat tears rolled down his cheeks. "A-AND SEE! L--LOOK! H-HE'S OKAY! E-EVERYTHING TURNED OUT OKAY!"
His body shook violently as he heaved from a few sobs. Of course, when he had been saying that to Alex he hadn't intended for his parents to save him. No what he had actually meant was that life with him would be okay.
"I never said I didn't want to die... I-I just don't want to die alone.... but you could take little Alex home, tuck him down safely in bed and come back...." His voice was bearly audiable as he spoke. "You can take your husband to the hospital and come back... neither of them will have to watch then... I-.. I think K-Kid needs medical attention.. and soon... I swear on life and death that I'll be hear when you come back... All... all it takes is a squeeze of the finger."
The boy could feel his throat closing on him, preventing him speaking correctly and almost sounding as though he was being strangled. "I want to die yes.... But... honestly, I'm just afraid of the clown... I-I'm afraid of Noah, and what he might do to me, what he might make me do to you.... I--I'd probably suffer ten times as much in Hell, but at least there I can't hurt people I was once so close to once I'm there... I'm not asking this only because I'm afraid of what I live for now and what I have down today and in the past... but because I.... I know what I did was wrong... an-and I'm afraid of what I might do in the future to the people I had grown up with... Devouring soul's of people I had no attatchment too... T-that... that was easy.... B-but knowing I was going to try and hurt you and Kid... make you and your family suffer just as Asura had made my family suffer... th--thats just too horrible too forgive... it's an act that should only be settled by the others death. To think I may still do this in the furture to other families I know!"
The red-head closed his eyes, suddenly feeling like he might have been trying to suck up to her, make himself sound like the innocent one as if to get her to say 'oh no, Jordon. We can help you. We can get you into a rehabilitation center for the insane people just like you~'. Okay so maybe that was a bit dramatized, but by no means was he searching for anything of the sort from her. He was not looking for sympathy. He had simply come to realize, now staring into the face of death... or rather, his wife's, the horrible crime he had committed, and the fact that as a simple weapon, he had no right to decide such things for a family like whether they lived or not. Whether they suffered or not. He was simply so digusted with himself, that even he felt he should die.... Then again, wasn't that why Patti wanted to keep him alive.
Jordon inhaled a wheezing breath, his bullet wounds searing with pain from the action. The cool night air was now chilling the blood that was staining his clothes and and pooling in his wound. He shivered slightly, both from the pain and the icy touch. A small sad smile turning up on his lips again, he stared directly up at her. His eyes now dulled a bit, almost appearing a grayish blue now rather than that striking sapphire.
"I'm not asking for your forgiveness, Patti Thompson... But at least let me apologize to you, and your family."
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