07-26-2018, 02:17 AM
Fingertips brushed softly across the mark near her collarbone, the mark Diablo himself left. It burned, reminding her that despite her protests, the Dark One still owned her. The world around her was His work, every inch touched by his presence. She was simply another pawn on his chessboard, to be moved by his deft fingers towards the goal.
The pain she felt was projected from her body in dark rivulets of power, entwining around the smaller man’s neck. Threads of energy snaked around those coils, biting into his flesh. The compulsion to hurt, kill, to maim overwhelmed her. Her tongue flicked out, just the tip, to run along her plumped lips as a hunger not unfamiliar to her seemed to take over. She knew that hunger well.
Perhaps it was the close proximity of the demons that amplified the hunger, or perhaps it was just there all along, but it was there, this bloodlust. Almost as necessary for her to function as food, water, or even intimacy, it was a part of her that needed to be sated once it manifested.
“Little one,” she whispered. “Look at me.”
He fought, bless his heart. Strider kept his eyes tightly shut, his lips taut as they struggled to keep from crying out. The dark glasses he wore hid half his face, but they couldn’t conceal everything. He was in pain, but he squashed it down admirably. She shocked him again.
“Look at me!”
“Duck!”
Violet’s gaze jerked from the boy to the other opponent, the raven-haired man Zedd had been toying with. Suddenly, a whoosh of metal flew towards her, enough of a distraction for her to break her hold on the boy, and not enough time for her to dodge out of the way. Strider took that fraction of a second to roll out of her hold, an arm shooting out and grabbing the weapon as it zipped towards her. His fist clenched around its handle as he moved to his feet.
“Is this what you wanted?” He jeered, eyes locking onto hers as he smirked.
“Not what I planned, but definitely what I wanted,” she replied, circling him. “I want you to look at me while I beat the fucking life out of you.”
“I want to see you try!” he launched himself forward, his sword slicing the air in front of her. Violet fell backward just as the blade sung right by her face, the wind left in its wake caressed the wispy hairs hanging across her cheek.
The pair fought viciously, Strider with his blade, Uzumaki with her ki and wits. He managed to pin her to the floor, knees positioned on either side of her ribcage. She bucked beneath him, trying – and failing – to throw him off. The control she fought so hard to gain was lost as quickly as it had come.
The sky above her was redder than the blood sploshed across both of their faces, plunging her mind into a place she swore she’d never revisit again. Crying out, Violet thrashed harder. The demons were closing in, they had caught her scent. They were taking her back.
“No, no no!” she whimpered, feeling their energies collecting around her. There would be no escape this time. They had her. She’d forgotten all about Strider and saw only their bleak faces staring back at her with those soulless, empty eyes. Hands colder than anything she’d ever felt slid slowly up her legs, inching towards her belly, her heart…the mark on her chest. She cried out.
Dave, completely befuddled, backed away.
Violet squirmed on the ruddy cemented floor, her eyes shut tight against everything, terrified. They were here to take her back! “You won’t have me! I’ll die before going back there!”
“The fuck?” Dave took a few steps back, chancing a glance towards his partner, who was fully engaged with the metal and muscle warrior. Shrugging, he turned his attention back to Violet, who was suddenly frozen, her own icy gaze staring blankly towards the sky.
Her chest was tight as she took in deep, hearty breaths. All around her was chaos and blood and so much death. The icy fingers that crept ever upwards clenched tight around her throat, a face finally coming into view. She screamed.
One moment, she was staring into the visage of something most definitely not human, the next, was Zedd, her partner, ever so reminding her of the present. This wasn’t real.
“Remember when I said to tone down the crazy?” He grabbed the front of her shirt and hoisted her to her feet. “Do that.”
Violet couldn’t speak, still too traumatized from the vision. Zedd gave her a little shake and pointed towards Strider. “That’s your focus right now.” Nodding, Violet tried to recenter herself. The demons were still there, a little less of them now, and weren’t attacking her. They were busy with Zedd and Vi’s own miniature army of white-clad troops.
“Oh, yeah, forgot about those guys,” she smiled sheepishly up at Zedd.
“Dimwit,” he muttered, and sauntered off towards his own prey.
“Dimwit,” she mocked, huffing.
Dave’s face tilted slightly, still confused. “Uh, are you alright?”
“Peachy keen, jelly bean.”
Dave rolled his eyes and wasted no time pressing his attack. Violet struggled to keep up, but there was only so much she could do with her hands and what was left of her sanity.
The pain she felt was projected from her body in dark rivulets of power, entwining around the smaller man’s neck. Threads of energy snaked around those coils, biting into his flesh. The compulsion to hurt, kill, to maim overwhelmed her. Her tongue flicked out, just the tip, to run along her plumped lips as a hunger not unfamiliar to her seemed to take over. She knew that hunger well.
Perhaps it was the close proximity of the demons that amplified the hunger, or perhaps it was just there all along, but it was there, this bloodlust. Almost as necessary for her to function as food, water, or even intimacy, it was a part of her that needed to be sated once it manifested.
“Little one,” she whispered. “Look at me.”
He fought, bless his heart. Strider kept his eyes tightly shut, his lips taut as they struggled to keep from crying out. The dark glasses he wore hid half his face, but they couldn’t conceal everything. He was in pain, but he squashed it down admirably. She shocked him again.
“Look at me!”
“Duck!”
Violet’s gaze jerked from the boy to the other opponent, the raven-haired man Zedd had been toying with. Suddenly, a whoosh of metal flew towards her, enough of a distraction for her to break her hold on the boy, and not enough time for her to dodge out of the way. Strider took that fraction of a second to roll out of her hold, an arm shooting out and grabbing the weapon as it zipped towards her. His fist clenched around its handle as he moved to his feet.
“Is this what you wanted?” He jeered, eyes locking onto hers as he smirked.
“Not what I planned, but definitely what I wanted,” she replied, circling him. “I want you to look at me while I beat the fucking life out of you.”
“I want to see you try!” he launched himself forward, his sword slicing the air in front of her. Violet fell backward just as the blade sung right by her face, the wind left in its wake caressed the wispy hairs hanging across her cheek.
The pair fought viciously, Strider with his blade, Uzumaki with her ki and wits. He managed to pin her to the floor, knees positioned on either side of her ribcage. She bucked beneath him, trying – and failing – to throw him off. The control she fought so hard to gain was lost as quickly as it had come.
The sky above her was redder than the blood sploshed across both of their faces, plunging her mind into a place she swore she’d never revisit again. Crying out, Violet thrashed harder. The demons were closing in, they had caught her scent. They were taking her back.
“No, no no!” she whimpered, feeling their energies collecting around her. There would be no escape this time. They had her. She’d forgotten all about Strider and saw only their bleak faces staring back at her with those soulless, empty eyes. Hands colder than anything she’d ever felt slid slowly up her legs, inching towards her belly, her heart…the mark on her chest. She cried out.
Dave, completely befuddled, backed away.
Violet squirmed on the ruddy cemented floor, her eyes shut tight against everything, terrified. They were here to take her back! “You won’t have me! I’ll die before going back there!”
“The fuck?” Dave took a few steps back, chancing a glance towards his partner, who was fully engaged with the metal and muscle warrior. Shrugging, he turned his attention back to Violet, who was suddenly frozen, her own icy gaze staring blankly towards the sky.
Her chest was tight as she took in deep, hearty breaths. All around her was chaos and blood and so much death. The icy fingers that crept ever upwards clenched tight around her throat, a face finally coming into view. She screamed.
One moment, she was staring into the visage of something most definitely not human, the next, was Zedd, her partner, ever so reminding her of the present. This wasn’t real.
“Remember when I said to tone down the crazy?” He grabbed the front of her shirt and hoisted her to her feet. “Do that.”
Violet couldn’t speak, still too traumatized from the vision. Zedd gave her a little shake and pointed towards Strider. “That’s your focus right now.” Nodding, Violet tried to recenter herself. The demons were still there, a little less of them now, and weren’t attacking her. They were busy with Zedd and Vi’s own miniature army of white-clad troops.
“Oh, yeah, forgot about those guys,” she smiled sheepishly up at Zedd.
“Dimwit,” he muttered, and sauntered off towards his own prey.
“Dimwit,” she mocked, huffing.
Dave’s face tilted slightly, still confused. “Uh, are you alright?”
“Peachy keen, jelly bean.”
Dave rolled his eyes and wasted no time pressing his attack. Violet struggled to keep up, but there was only so much she could do with her hands and what was left of her sanity.
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Violet is having a difficult time separating reality from her past experience in Hell. She may be a bit unstable.
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