07-18-2015, 11:23 PM
Mary Lou's avid concentration seemed to crackle in the air as her fingertips grazed Dean's jaw, suddenly her focus was broken – mangled – by the pain he had inflicted with his strong grasp.
The southern belle's eyes widened as a gasp was audibly caught in her throat. Dean's eyes had clouded with ablack storm while blood-thirsting power and immense wrath emanated from his carnivorous expression. Faster than she could move, the man who didn't belong breathed challenges through his seething teeth. Mary Lou's eyes flashed with a hot intensity that matched his own. Her wrist flicked his hand away, but it was too late, and she had already become wrapped up in the coiling of his next movement.
The reaper heard the sleek sound of a silver blade before she felt its burning streak scald into her skin. It tore through faded denim and sliced away muscle from blood. The stain she left on the first knife flung with a spray of speckling droplets as he followed through with his swing. The crimson stained floor was smeared into the etched grooves of wood by the sole of her boot as the girl resisted the ensnaring grapple of his attacks.
Suddenly... White. Behind the shade of her eyelids sparked the pale color as her chin was jolted toward heaven with a dizzying force. Another blow to her diaphragm, knocked the air from her extended speech. The hollow thud as her neck whipped into the wall was disjointing enough to her spinning sense of flipped gravity, but what was truly worrisome was she couldn't seem to get enough of a handle on her ever-fading vision.
Blurred blinks brought her to with the fresh scent of old rum and pungent sour ale. The smudged rags that had toppled over her eyes and covered her rolling curls at least had woken up her senses and prodded back her fleeting consciousness with their weight.
Looming daggers filled her sight until they all swirled into one bringer of death. The palm of his hand held her inches from life. She wouldn't be taken so easily by a demon possessed weakling. Mary Lou had defied many horrors greater than any blade in her past. But it seemed the man was insistent on playing Angels and Demons, the gleaming crescent curve of the blade shimmered in her eye as it drew close. A smirk appeared on her rose lips, now glistening with a little blood. Inches turned to centimeters and fragmented into millimeters.. Until the seconds became slow around her.
"Fool. Did you think you could defy me? Did you honestly think you could win? I AM death. And no one can stop me." Her big words were perhaps brought out by his own challenge. But she simply took pleasure in the fact that they fell upon his now slowed ears. Probably not too slow for a comeback though, she thought remorsefully through a wave of flushed movement and a sudden, swinging kick landed in the nook of his neck. His extended arm had locked his grip on his weapon. A sassy snarl released from her as her foot hit what felt like concrete and her swaying hair covered glacial eyes while it swished, falling in the air and landing with a jouncing spring over her steadied shoulders.
Well five seconds are nearly up, her breath began a long, faded exhale that might have reminded Dean of somevery good times he had in Tuscaloosa.
Mary Lou's last order of business was to steal his weapon for her own. It was simple enough, he was practically handing it to her with his arm extended out just enough from his body that she could pry it from his grasp.
Time ticked and blood rushed in flooding pulses in her ears as something caught her eye.
Her chin tilted to the side, luminous curiosity wavered as her gaze skimmed over the glowing molten letter written on his inner arm. It appeared as though an unnatural fire had burnt through his skin, and it also seemed to be the source of his fresh influx of power. Noted. The reaper's eyes viciously narrowed and her fingers wrapped around the hilt of the blade.
The last of the air escaped from her lungs as suddenly an increase of pressure off-balanced the subtle momentum of the blade. Disjointed time hung in the balance, as the blade – the precipice of their clash – was flung from either of their hands and skittered across the dusty floor and skipped to a halt about ten feet away from them both.
Dean's slow eyes registered what happened, as the reaper nearly cursed under her lost breath and her eyes met his. Their movements stilled as their gaze held each other hostage, frozen like the time that once was. While the stand-off that had stilled between melted time suddenly ticked forward once more.
The southern belle's eyes widened as a gasp was audibly caught in her throat. Dean's eyes had clouded with ablack storm while blood-thirsting power and immense wrath emanated from his carnivorous expression. Faster than she could move, the man who didn't belong breathed challenges through his seething teeth. Mary Lou's eyes flashed with a hot intensity that matched his own. Her wrist flicked his hand away, but it was too late, and she had already become wrapped up in the coiling of his next movement.
The reaper heard the sleek sound of a silver blade before she felt its burning streak scald into her skin. It tore through faded denim and sliced away muscle from blood. The stain she left on the first knife flung with a spray of speckling droplets as he followed through with his swing. The crimson stained floor was smeared into the etched grooves of wood by the sole of her boot as the girl resisted the ensnaring grapple of his attacks.
Suddenly... White. Behind the shade of her eyelids sparked the pale color as her chin was jolted toward heaven with a dizzying force. Another blow to her diaphragm, knocked the air from her extended speech. The hollow thud as her neck whipped into the wall was disjointing enough to her spinning sense of flipped gravity, but what was truly worrisome was she couldn't seem to get enough of a handle on her ever-fading vision.
Blurred blinks brought her to with the fresh scent of old rum and pungent sour ale. The smudged rags that had toppled over her eyes and covered her rolling curls at least had woken up her senses and prodded back her fleeting consciousness with their weight.
Looming daggers filled her sight until they all swirled into one bringer of death. The palm of his hand held her inches from life. She wouldn't be taken so easily by a demon possessed weakling. Mary Lou had defied many horrors greater than any blade in her past. But it seemed the man was insistent on playing Angels and Demons, the gleaming crescent curve of the blade shimmered in her eye as it drew close. A smirk appeared on her rose lips, now glistening with a little blood. Inches turned to centimeters and fragmented into millimeters.. Until the seconds became slow around her.
"Fool. Did you think you could defy me? Did you honestly think you could win? I AM death. And no one can stop me." Her big words were perhaps brought out by his own challenge. But she simply took pleasure in the fact that they fell upon his now slowed ears. Probably not too slow for a comeback though, she thought remorsefully through a wave of flushed movement and a sudden, swinging kick landed in the nook of his neck. His extended arm had locked his grip on his weapon. A sassy snarl released from her as her foot hit what felt like concrete and her swaying hair covered glacial eyes while it swished, falling in the air and landing with a jouncing spring over her steadied shoulders.
Well five seconds are nearly up, her breath began a long, faded exhale that might have reminded Dean of somevery good times he had in Tuscaloosa.
Mary Lou's last order of business was to steal his weapon for her own. It was simple enough, he was practically handing it to her with his arm extended out just enough from his body that she could pry it from his grasp.
Time ticked and blood rushed in flooding pulses in her ears as something caught her eye.
Her chin tilted to the side, luminous curiosity wavered as her gaze skimmed over the glowing molten letter written on his inner arm. It appeared as though an unnatural fire had burnt through his skin, and it also seemed to be the source of his fresh influx of power. Noted. The reaper's eyes viciously narrowed and her fingers wrapped around the hilt of the blade.
The last of the air escaped from her lungs as suddenly an increase of pressure off-balanced the subtle momentum of the blade. Disjointed time hung in the balance, as the blade – the precipice of their clash – was flung from either of their hands and skittered across the dusty floor and skipped to a halt about ten feet away from them both.
Dean's slow eyes registered what happened, as the reaper nearly cursed under her lost breath and her eyes met his. Their movements stilled as their gaze held each other hostage, frozen like the time that once was. While the stand-off that had stilled between melted time suddenly ticked forward once more.
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