darkness was like a plague to blood, it seeped and it sewed within the confines of one’s soul. elektra knew it well, and standing where she was, head tilted to the side in curiosity, she could feel it festering. like recognizes like, as always, and before she can react to it in kind the black sky within her beckons to where it’s as though the words seeping from her lips tease something inaudible in smog ————– but nothing was there. only her, this stranger, and the darkness settled between them.
❛ you believe it all, don’t you?? ❜
once, he could have said that belief was a two way street. he could have gone onto say it didn’t matter what someone believed. it was all about what is or what is not. though, things changed since then; belief became part of reality. the belief of a few or many could alter the world – so could a symbol – among other things. ❛ i know enough. ❜ what he truthfully believed was that she was a person – what was in her or even part of her didn’t matter. ❛ simply that. ❜
. it’s been years since they’ve seen each other, years since the days spent sparring in the DANGER ROOM. bobby’s always known ky is a wildcard, but somehow he’s carried a small, secret little hope that he could ‘fix’ him, make him choose a different path. honestly, when he thinks about it, he can’t believe his own stupidity. you can’t fix people, and you can’t change them.
slowly the ice spreads from his fingers to cover him entirely, his body shifting to organic ice. he’s more durable like this, and it feels like this might get UGLY quick.
❝ fancy seeing you here, ❞ in the middle of a disaster, that ky’lar was probably the source of.
❝ y’know, your landscaping skills could use some work. you should hire a contractor next time. ❞
ky never could follow the rules. as much as he attempted to do so in the past… they always were just too r e s t r i c t i v e for him. he always had TROUBLE with limitations – it didn’t matter if they were for his BEST interest or not. maybe he should have listened a bit more and focused LESS on his own constant NEED to cure that ITCH under his skin.
still, he doubted that it would have CHANGED anything about this confrontation. he always was MESSY – even more so now, but he had HOPED he wouldn’t see bobby for a long while.
❝ never been one to care ‘bout messes. ❞ at least in recent memory. someone would come clean this up; they always did… one way or another. ❝ still, ❞ he said, hands slipping into his pockets, ❝ it’s good to see you again. ❞ even if every part of him knew this would turn into a fight. one… he craved, but also wanted to avoid.
the agent couldn’t help but laugh .was he ready to do as the other asked ? fat chance of that ever happening . though he had some training in resisting torture , it wasn’t till he’d been held as a POW or a hostage while in the field of an agent did he get real experience . ross spit away blood . “ nope . guess you’re going to have to kill me . ”
THERE WAS ONLY SO MUCH ONE could possibly do with-out causing permanent damage. so much one could do before they started going in uncharted territory – territory that could become fatal. he had hoped by now he could have gotten some results, but that didn’t happen. a reason to why he decided to change tactics. “ death is so… final. ” at least in regular circumstances. “ i believe we have much more work to do. much more. ” no, he wasn’t done yet and wouldn’t be until he got what he wanted or got bored from this. “ do remember, ” he said bluntly. “ it’s your choice. ”
it was always the same; dodging cops and staying in run-down hotels. he could afford more – much more, but he didn’t want his name linked to anything. nor did he want to get on any watch lists. a reason to why he hung out in the lowest of low places he could find – anything to stay away from everyone.
that way, he wouldn’t have to worry about the death’s, and he could reasonably find a way to control his abilities. of course, it was better said than done; he already had to change hotels twice this week, but mainly due to his ‘accidents’. the first time was a maid – the second, just a poor kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. there would have been a third, but he managed to stop himself just in time.
a reason to why he was in a worse dump than he usually was. it took cash, so that was a good thing, but he still wanted more. much more… he just convinced himself to not grab it… minute by minute and day by day.
“don’t you have someone else to bother?” a simple question; one aimed at who he thought was just someone passing by as he leaned on the railing. “or somethin’ to do?”
“Then there is nothing more to lose.” WITH an affective ability of assuring the chances of fatality in COMING requirements. To in hopes, Thanos was UNSURE if able to be undertaken by the other, the chance was WIDE given to allow his request. “I wonder how much they meant to you. Or rather reasons to even do so.” The question LINGERED, favored to answer but not directly. “Would you do it AGAIN?”
“i’ve learned SACRIFICE is needed.” more importantly, there was no way to AVOID it when the time came. did that mean he would do it all again? possibly, but he wasn’t going to THINK about it. no, everything he had DONE was for a reason, and while he REGRETTED several things he’d done? there was NO going back. not now. “so, yes. EVERY single time.”
there’s shouting, cussing, a devil’s trap drawn messily on the ground ( she’s feeling second-hand embarrassment, sloppy work, even for amateurs ), it’s wet with HOLY water, pendants everywhere. they’re reciting scripts in latin, trying to exorcise the demon that they… caught. satana’s there, in the peak of her theatrical performance. the crowd is cheering—— uh, shouting, she’d like some applause too but they all seem to still believe that the smoke’s coming out of her mouth in black, thick waves is actually the UNHOLY CREATURE trying to escape the mortal body.
it’s all good and dandy until an UNINVITED GUEST wanders in ( sneaks ? walks in on purpose ? out of curiosity ? she knew she would ), and even if he might not have tried to ruin her fun on purpose, there’s no way she’s going to keep the bloodied up and tortured damsel in distress appearance for a second longer. in the midst of it all, in the sudden silence of people that ‘trapped’ her, she straightens her back and shakes off the fumes. ❛ thanks a lot, asshole. what are you a prince of again ? buzzkill ? ❜
he NEVER could stop himself from having some SLIGHT amusement. even as he walked in; arms behind his back in the BEST suit he owned. no, he wanted to WATCH. to see just what everyone was so INVOLVED with and maybe take a SEAT to watch the show.
POSSESSIONS were always such FUN. he never would lower himself into giving such a show. it was BENEATH him to even think of such a thing. more importantly, there were MORE ways for his amusement than putting on a SHOW that was just downrightEMBARRASSING.
❛ oh, no, ❜ he said, slight grin spreading across his lips. ❛ do continue on. ❜ after-all, that was why he was HERE. just for the SHOW that was being put on by her – nothing else. ❛ an’ for the record? i haven’t really FIGURED that out yet – not really on good terms with dear o’l DADDY either. you know… ISSUES.❜
“i don’t take orders from anyone.” that was just the start of it. “that includes snot-nosed brats just like you.”
“if you want my opinion? it’s easier to steal something while it’s being shown in the middle of a gala than behind closed doors.” where things had far more security and were locked away. at least that was the way he saw it.
“i don’t like anyone today and unfortunately… that in includes you.” well, more or less; he was in one of his moods and he didn’t feel like being nice. at all really.
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