Dreams Turn to Nightmares (Open/closed)

[Tyr Odinson]

OOC(( if you want to join, PM me and ill give the go ahead. Takes place after the "Day one" Thread, and any others may be in.))

Andrew looked up to his father ever since he was very, very young. His father was rich, powerful, got all the ladies and was more than physically strong. He was the alpha male, even at 36 years of age. Ever since he could remember, his father had been that way. How he loved him. He was daddy, he was the man who changed his diaper, the man who walked the dog with him, the man who stayed up late and watched movies with him, the man who tore violent screams from the women he beat to death near nightly. Andrew can still hear they're bone chilling screams, piercing through his sleep. The first time he heard it was at eleven years of age, when him and his father had sort of drifted away, and started down the path of "whose the dominate male".

At thirteen, Andrew told his father he hated him for the first time in his life. He had grown up wanting to be a professional baseball player, and at nine years of age was told he would never make it. He was always put down by his dad, always showed up by him, until one day he was sent to live with his aunt, whom his dad had to pay a lofty amount to, and who never cared what he did, let alone paid any attention to what-

*BANG*

A bullet to the head. The first time he killed someone. He could see the face even in his waking moments. The mans tears, his family crying with they're eyes covered by pieces of cloth. They had to die as well. The wife, and his two sons.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

No struggle, they all fell limp. He didn't so much as blink. Only fifteen years of age and he already ended up like his father, a murderer. Of course, in some cases he was the savior, but those were few and far between. Flashes of the faces of those he had killed. thirty two people in all. What a wonder. How the bodies have flown by. So far, only once had he killed a woman. That mans wife. But that didn't make him a replica of his father did it? He heard the laughter, the maniacal man who fed off his every weak moment, every piece of sweat that fell from his brow.

"You are me, son. You are ME!"

Andrew awoke from the dream screaming, his guns in his hands as he unloaded the fifty caliber bullets into the wall opposite from him, tearing the wall apart as though it were paper through a meat grinder. He had come here for a relaxing moment, a space between empty buildings, where nobody of a gentle nature came. Hell, nobody out in the street even so much as glanced over as the resounding, ear-splitting gunshots resonated off the walls and into the sky. He took deep breaths, sweat beading his forehead as he lowered the now smoking guns. He was sitting down in the small alleyway, his anger boiling. How he had fallen asleep he didn't know, nor did he care. He brought his knees up and placed his forearms on each knee, his guns still in hand as he let them cool off.

'Damn nightmares...' He thought to himself spitefully. He came here often, just to think, but it was the first time he had ever fallen asleep here. The nightmares were normal, they happened every night. A man on his block, a doctor, once told him he needed to talk to someone about those dreams. He had nodded, but he knew in his head there was nobody he trusted enough to speak to about such things. He didn't trust anyone.

Not.

a.

soul.


Andrew put his guns away, then turned his head, looking at both entrances of the alley way. He saw nobody. He took off his shades, letting his very bright, brilliantly purple eyes take in the first sunlight they had seen since his sixteenth birthday. At least, the first sunlight without glasses. His eyes had spiral pupil, a very rare condition in which the pupil, normally black and round, spiraled out in what looked to be a hurricane shape. It was a something his mother had, and was only found in five families worldwide.

He looked up at the sky.

What a life he had made for himself.

A silent tear fell into his his empty lap, no sound escaping his closed lips.

[Mitsuki Park]

When he stopped at an alleyway, Mitsuki snuck in through the building and stealthily made her way onto the rooftop, where she watched him from above. She was beginning to think that perhaps he was homeless, considering that he had fallen asleep in the alley. The reason she had been stalking him that night was to see if he was of any potential threat to her, and if he had been meeting anyone suspicious - or suspicious in her standards. But he was definitely not alone - the guns he had only kept Mitsuki more aware of the fact that any startling noise to him could quite possibly be the end of her life if he had the aim. But hours passed by, and nothing happened, so she was beginning to think that it was time to head home.

But he screamed.

Curious and startled, she gripped onto the edge of the roof and looked down at him, multiple thunderous crashes being heard as he shot at the wall opposite of where he was. She frowned - who was he shooting? What was going on? She started to make her way down from the rooftop, sliding down the stairs and making her way outside, the crash of the door only blending in with the bullets ricocheting off the wall.

Then he stopped. Had he been out of bullets?

His heavy breathing gave Mitsuki the idea that he was, indeed, tired; quite possibly from an adrenaline rush. She waited, back against the wall, arms crossed in front of her chest. Waited for him to calm down, and when she heard a light 'clack' from the guns being set on the ground, that's when she slowly let herself come out of hiding. Hands were slipped inside her pockets - might as well speak first before he decides to shoot her brains out.

"...so this is where you escape from reality?"

She let herself lean against the same wall he was leaning on, eyes looking at the nice bullets lying on the ground. She was giving him a chance to either put his sunglasses on, because at the moment, she was acting completely natural in her actions, as if she had never seen his tear or his brilliant colored eyes.

[Tyr Odinson]

As soon as the voice spoke, His eyes shot down, boring a hole of intensity into the girl standing there. he didn't bother to wipe away the tear trail, or put on his shades, for it was far too late, now, she had seen them both. He contemplated putting a bullet in her head. He didn't like it when people saw things he didn't want them to see. Instead he stood walking over to her and staring into her eyes with his. He loved and hated his eyes, knowing they betrayed him when he didn't want them to, yet also knowing they had the power to stop people in they're tracks. It was the "hawk" look, the look of both predator and prey. Eyes that could melt steel, or hearts, which ever his desire.

He spoke.

"This is where i come to think, not to escape from anything, so don't pretend to think you might understand any part of me." He was being cold, and he knew it, though right now, he was more angry at himself than mitsuki. He cursed that she had seen his weakness, and continued cursing himself as he stared into her eyes. Even the most ruthless killers squirmed under his gaze, and people far stronger and smarter than her had been met with them. Like his father, for instance. As well as the few he showed before killing them. He didn't know why he did it, since at all other times he kept the glasses on his face, but showing his eyes before they're death was just a way of comfort for himself, how it comforted him he didn't know, but it did.

He would look down and reloaded his guns, replacing the munition with skill and experience. They were his best friends, and he knew every nook and cranny there was to know on them. He could reload them both in less then four seconds, a time which even a master weapon-smith would have trouble doing. He would look back up, his eyes portraying his inner sadness, his loneliness, and his regret for ever showing them to mitsuki, or making the mistake of giving her the opportunity to see them, before he swiftly replaced his shades, looking to the door she had come out of.

"Ah, so it was the roof you headed to. I was wondering where you went off to after i came in this alleyway." Yes, he had known all along she had been following him. What kind of assassin would he be if he just let things like that slip by his attention? He turned back to the wall, flashes of memory racking his brain, though nothing showed on the outside. He turned back to the girl and leaned against the wall.

"Why did you follow me here?" He said, his voice dead of feeling after the ordeal his mind had put him through, yet slightly curious.

[Mitsuki Park]

He walked over to her, and she could feel his glare upon her, but she did not raise her head to match his gaze. Rather, she stared apathetically into his chest, listening to him spit out cold words, but she was used to that. He was angry - though she didn't understand why - nor did she understand any part of him what-so-ever. However, she did recognize that everyone had a place to run away to, whether it be physically or just in thought. In some cases, a place to run away from reality included an isolated empty area - Mitsuki herself often went to secluded places, but they were hard to find in California.

She did not squirm under his gaze, but instead completely dropped her guard. Arms fell limp at her sides, letting out a long sigh before picking up her chin to match his stare, only to find that he was no longer looking down at her, but rather at his weapons. She was curious why he had those guns in the first place, but decided it was not in her place to ask him about them. But she was met up with his eyes again, the sharp amethyst like eyes poring into her own. Yet she saw something that she shouldn't have seen - the emotions that were deep behind the shades. They were beautiful, unlike anything she had ever seen before. So unique, that Mitsuki's own eyes had softened up.

The saying, 'The eyes are the windows to the soul,' have never been more true until today.

So he knew that she had been following him. So why didn't he say anything? As for his question, she did not provide an immediate answer. Instead, she continued to stare into his shades, a rather stoic expression on her face - as dead as his voice. She blinked, her guard was back up, and she stood up straight, once softened eyes returning back to their normal state: Cold, as one would describe them.

"To learn about you without having to ask questions."

Simple, no?

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew stared.

To learn about him?

Why the hell did she care to learn anything about him?

He wasn't particularly social, wasn't the friendliest, the fastest, the strongest. So why would she take so much time out of her day and night to follow him for miles to this out of the way location, only to learn something without asking questions. He was unsure how to react to such a response, since he hadn't really had many people interested in learning about him for any purpose whatsoever. Then, after a minute or two of silence, a thought struck him.

"To learn about me."He said, his voice a little disbelieving. The tear trail had dried up, and he had thrown back up his guards as thick as they had ever been. While she had seen him in a state of mental weakness,he noticed that she too had let her guard down, but she wasn't the same. His eyes and thoughts were, in his opinion, his only weakness, and she had seen both, to his dismay. He sighed deeply.

"Why would you want to learn anything about me?" He nodded to her. "I have my reasons for wanting to learn about you. Why do you want to learn about me?" He was pretty sure he knew why she had been following him, though he would let her answer on her own. He heard her say more and had seen more than she had let him see the first day they had spent together, whether she realized that or not. He would find a way to soften those eyes again, if only to see her differently one more time. He had only seen her, cool, calm, collected side. The side that held the walls. But she had lowered that defence, and looked up into his eyes and face willingly. He knew, now, that there was obviously more to her than she let on, and it only made him all the more anxious to learn all he could about her. But right then, it wasnt him wanting to learn about her, it was the other way around.

He continued leaning against the wall, a small smile coming into his mind.

She wanted to learn about him did she?

Well, he had a way to teach her.

[Mitsuki Park]

Because he wanted to learn about her. That was more than enough of a reason for her to learn about Andrew Black. She wanted to know his reasons behind them, what he planned on doing with that information, if he had a plan at all. She wanted to know what he did for a living, if he proved to be a threat to her and/or the people around her, despite that there aren't many. She wanted to know about Andrew because he, in turn, first wanted to know about her.

She stared back at him, leaving his question unanswered. She slipped her hands into her pockets once more, preparing herself to leave. She was caught, he had seen her, she had nothing to talk about - perhaps it was time to go home. Not to mention that she had stayed up all night, where as Andrew had gotten some sleep, so naturally, she was a little tired.

He and Mitsuki were sort of alike. While he hides his eyes, Mitsuki used to hide her mouth with a mask. Though their reasons were a bit different - yet .. still similar. His was to keep others from noticing his weakness, a way to defend himself. Hers was a promise to her deceased older brother, who was previously in a gang.

A way to prevent them from recruiting her.

Prevention...

"Bye."

[Tyr Odinson]

Bye?

Bye?

"No, not bye"

He went and cut her off from the way she had planned on leaving. Sure, she could move him, and probably would, but even if she knocked him unconscious, he would only awake and hunt her down again. She wouldn't be getting off that easy.

"Your not going to hide and run away from this one" He folded his arms across his chest. "You've seen entirely too much, mitsuki, more than Ive let anyone see since i was young." He drew his gun, and pointed at her with it. He would kill her. He would do it. Not matter how fast she moved, his aim was always true, and his trigger finger faster than her whole body. And lets not even talk about dodging a fifty caliber bullet. Right between the eyes, thats where it would go.

His finger on the trigger.

Tension placed.

He couldn't do it. He already knew he couldn't kill her. He held the gun there for a few more seconds. Then lowered it slowly. He stood there staring at her, then walked up to her, getting entirely too close for his own physical well being. They're bodies were almost touching, and he stared down at her with an emotionless expression.

"What do you want mitsuki? You want to be left alone? You want to live a normal life? You want to be unknown?" He leaned in just a bit. " Why are you so afraid mitsuki? Why do you not talk, why do you always run? What happened to make you the way you are today?" He stepped back, stricking out his hand toward the entrance for her to walk out.

"You go ahead and go, but the only thing you'll be doing is hurting yourself more and more by staying closed up and bottling everything deep inside yourself." His voice lowered. "Trust me, i know" He said softly, then turned and walked back over to his wall, sitting down in the same place he had been when he shot the wall, and waited. He wanted her to stay, he wanted to try and open her up one more time, but he knew that she would go. She was all too predictable, and he hadn't really offered her a reason to stay.

Why did he care?

He sighed.

Because she, just like him on so many occasions, didn't.

[Mitsuki Park]

He cut her off, stood there in front of her with his arms crossed in front of her chest. A self-defense mechanism, if she remembered right in health class. She slowly tilted her head a bit off to the side, ready to step to the right to simply walk around him. Think he was able to stop her? She could easily escape from him--

Well.

That's lovely.

A fucking gun pointed at her.

"So shoot me."

Those words escaped her lips faster than the blink of an eye. He wanted her dead for seeing his eyes? For seeing his weakness? Shoot her. So what? She didn't want to die, but a part of her also did not want to live. Her quest was to find something worth dying for - something to do in life, a bigger goal, something... Something...

Shoot me.

She had so desperately wanted to say those words again, but his hand had dropped and she no longer saw the weapon in front of her face.

Why didn't you shoot me?

He stepped forward, invading her personal space. He was too close for comfort, fingers twitching, eager to push him away, but didn't. She looked up at him, matching his gaze - listened to the words he spoke, mentally replying to him after every question was asked.

What do you want Mitsuki?

I don't know.

You want to be left alone?

Yes. No. Sometimes.

You want to live a normal life?

At times.

You want to be unknown?

Completely.

Why are you so afraid Mitsuki?

Afraid?

Why do you not talk?

Because.

Why do you always run?

I don't.

What happened to make you the way you are today?

That, Andrew Black, is none of your business.

"You go ahead and go, but the only thing you'll be doing is hurting yourself more and more by staying closed up and bottling everything deep inside yourself."

"Trust me, I know."

"Do you? Do you really?"

She half-turned around to face him, the still and apathetic expression remaining on her face. Her turn to ask the questions.

"Why do you carry those guns? What reason did you have to come out here to just 'think'? Why did you scream ten minutes ago? Why do you always run away?"

Her front body was now facing him once again.

"What are you so afraid of? What do you want? You want to be left alone? Live a normal life? Be unknown? Why do you not talk? What happened to make you the way you are today?"

The same questions, right back at him.

"Are you bottling things up? Do you really know?"

She whipped around and began walking briskly away from him.

"Trust me. I know."

Do you really know?

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew jumped to his feet and caught up with her in a blur, grabbing her and turning her as he pushed her into the wall. Such an intrusion would be a threat, to most, but to her it was little more than a desperate attempt to get her to stop. He had what he wanted. She had shown him. But he wouldn't lose it now. He wouldn't let her shut it out. It was there in the open, and though his hands were on her he wasn't attacking. He pressed her against the wall.

"Yes, i DO know what its like to live day after day through the same shit, the same people, the same fucking memories tormenting you in every waking moment. I know the feeling of longing for death but wanting something more from what little life you have. You act like the world doesn't matter and your life doesn't matter." He tore his glasses from his eyes, staring directly into her eyes with his own.

"Look into my eyes mitsuki. Look into them and tell me i don't know. Just try." He released her shoulders but not her gaze. He stared down at her angrily. "Don't pretend your the only one to live a fucked up life. Ive seen more in the past few years than you would care to see your entire life. You Throw back at me the same questions i ask, but i wonder, can you really handle the answers?" He leaned back against the wall, arms hanging limply.

"Heres the big difference between me and you, Mitsuki. I don't Run away from my past, i just don't express it. Can you say the same for yourself?" His glasses were in his hand, momentarily forgotten. He stood back up and looked down at her.

"You want to know why i care? You want answers to your questions mitsuki? I know i can handle the answers to my questions. Can you?" He turned and began to walk away, then stopped and halfway turned back.

"Yes, i know what its like"

Then went back over to his wall. Unless she came back over and spoke to him, he would ignore all of her words. He was a distance away from her now, and he wasn't going to speak over a larger distance. If she really wasn't afraid, and actually wanted answers to those things she asked just like he wanted answers, she would come back, then he would show her, not tell her, whatever she wanted to know, because she had taken the first step. If she left, which was precisely what he expected after he walked away, then he would continue to sit there, waiting for the day to come into its glory.

[Mitsuki Park]

She heard his footsteps, she could have prevented him from shoving her against the wall, but she didn't. Why didn't she? He spoke, keeping her locked in this position, her eyes glaring at him, as if demanding that he release her. But he didn't. He didn't release her, and he also didn't understand. Memories from the past did not torment her - she welcomed them with open arms, embraced them because they were of what little humanity was left remaining inside of her. The horrible memories, she did not think of. Did not remember, did not care - or so she had made herself believe. The mind is very powerful if used correctly.

But he also did know.

The longing for death, but to embrace life at the same time.

The world...does it matter? Yes. But her life. Her life should matter, and probably did - it was the mere fact that she had no strong purpose. School Captain? Replaceable. She wanted something that not everyone could have - something that was hard to earn, something that would be hard to keep. Something she would risk her life to die for - but at the same time, refuse to live for.

His eyes. His beautiful eyes stared deep into her own.

"You don't know..."

A whisper. But he continued to stare down at her, angrily. Continued to speak.

She did not pretend that she was the only one to live a fucked up life. She knew very well that everyone had their sad story to tell. Mitsuki merely acted as if hers did not exist. It was part of what kept her emotionless self, emotionless.

Could she handle the answers? It was a rhetorical question, but she answered regardless.

"Yes."

And all the more while, she was getting lost in his eyes. Literally lost. As if searching for something that didn't exist. He knows what it's like, huh?

He knows.

He walked away back to 'his wall', leaving Mitsuki speechless, eyes trailing after him as he sat down. A minute passed, then two, three, ten. And Mitsuki stood still at her spot before her feet finally moved, light taps on the ground until they slowly faded away.

She sat down beside him, possibly a foot away, against the same wall. Her knees only slightly pulled up, head tilted a bit toward the ground, strands of hair slipping past and covering her face.

"You know."

He knows.

He understands.

But to what degree?

"It's relieving."

She uttered quietly.

"To know that someone else knows."

Finally.

Where have you been?

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew sat there, silent and deep in thought as mitsuki stood not far away. He didn't know what he wanted from her, didn't know why he had said the things he did. Maybe it was a shared pain, a feeling deep in her soul that he too felt. He couldn't pretend to know every pain that was in her heart, but he knew some of the biggest. Like rarely trusting, and even then having doubts and being suspicious. Like hating yourself and what your doing because you cant find anything better no matter how hard you try.

Like wanting to die but waiting,hoping, praying something better will come along before it happens.

He was startled when she spoke, sitting maybe a foot away from him. It is relieving for her? He brought his legs up, wrapping his arms around his knees and locking his hands by the wrists. He sat still for a long time. Unclasping his hands, he looked down in his left hand, his shades hanging in his grasp. In his right hand was the gun, having never put it away after pointing it at her. His eyes. She has seen them. Seen into them. Seen more than his father, more than his aunt, more than...anyone. More than anyone has ever seen in his entire life. Why? Why did he show them to her? Why?

"Dammit."

He looked over at her, eyes appraising her, speaking softly, but with a hint of wonder and spite in his voice.

"Why? Why do you make me feel this way? Why do i feel the need to pull you from some unseen brink, to help you try and solve problems in your life i cant even fix in my own?" He wanted an answer, though he was sure she had none. The look she had in her eyes was the same look he saw whenever he looked himself in the mirror. He was drawn to her, a feeling inside him pulled him closer, feeding off what little emotion he could draw out of what she played off to be an empty, good for nothing shell. He looked away from her.

She was school captain. He shouldn't want to help her, to...to...want to be around her. What was this feeling? Jealousy? Envy?

Love?

No. Never that. He couldn't, wouldn't love her. He knew next to nothing about her past, her present or her future besides what she portrayed in her actions and thoughts, as well as her eyes.

He...he hated her. He didn't want anything from her. He wanted her to leave. Wanted her to hate him. To run away, to be by herself and to have never been school captain. To not have answered his letter that day. To just....leave.

Yet he continued to sit there, and no matter how much his mind told him he hated her, he felt her presence, and didn't want her to leave.

'She wants to know about me? Well, I'll show her enough to never want to see me again. To hate me. To know that I'm nobody, I'm not someone who cares. The truth doesn't matter, its what she believes that counts.'

He stood up, reaching down and pulling her to her feet.

"Look at me" He said. He wanted to see into her eyes. He would find his answer there. What she wanted. What she needed, why she did these things to him. And he would stare into her eyes until she looked away, spoke, or walked away.

He wanted an answer, though he knew she wouldnt have one.

[Mitsuki Park]

Her life, at this very moment, was too dramatic. Perhaps, in a way, she really did run away from her problems rather than facing them head on. In a way, maybe she was actually afraid, had multiple weaknesses, and just didn't know how to turn them into strengths. To his questions, to his voice - he wanted an answer, but could she give him one? Did she have one, could she think of one, one that would make sense? To his questions, he was looking for an answer, just as Mitsuki had been longing, yet pushing away, the answers to her own. But like him, how could he help her if he could not help himself? Like her, how could she answer his questions if she could not figure out her own?

"Look at me."

No.

She did not want to look, and even if she had been pulled up onto her feet, she did not want to meet his gaze. She was being childish, but it wouldn't be fair - not to Andrew Choi, not to 'Thrush', or Guy. Not to her brothers, and anyone else who had tried to befriend her. It wouldn't be fair to push them away and welcome Andrew - Andrew Black - with open arms.

Then logic gets a hold of her. What's she going to do everytime someone tries to get close to her? Will she always push them away? Like all girls, Mitsuki had once dreamed about getting married. But how can that possibly ever come true if she continues to avoid this feeling of attachment? But like all those other dreams, Mitsuki had pushed them away, and the thought of marriage rarely ever crossed her mind anymore.

She lifted her head, eventually, matching his gaze with her own. And like those previous times, she fell right into his stare. It was like a reflection - seeing her own image, her own identity; pain, suffering, but in the end came out victorious. In the long run, they had won.

But there was always a question that lingered in the back of her head.

Was it worth the win?

Her pupils were not black like most people - hers were a shade of gray. Can you guess why? Rare case - she was color blind, only seeing things in black and white. And eventually, she would develop a case of Nyctolopia, also known as 'Night Blindness'.

Did he find an answer in her eyes? Or did only more questions arise in the back of his mind?

[Tyr Odinson]

He waited after she stood, her gaze not rising to meet his own. He stared at the top of her head, his hands on her arms, when she finally met his gaze. He took it in, drinking it as though he was dehydrating and she was giving him the water he needed. He saw it. Saw it all. Saw the pain, the suffering, saw everything. And he saw more. He saw the doubt, the distrust, but the lingering sense of longing for more, wanting something better. Could he give it to her? What exactly was there for him to give?

He decided.

He backed away, continuing to hold her eyes until he was more than five feet from her. He pointed back the way she had entered, his gaze holding his.

"Leave."

His voice said it softly. He wasn't done there though. His hand came back and pointed with his thumb over his shoulder.

"Or come with me." He dropped his hand.

"We both have a decision to make, mitsuki. I've made mine." He put his gun back in its holster without looking away. "You can leave and never have to deal with me again. The two days left will be dropped, and the only time you will ever hear from me again is when i come to claim My title." His eyes showed clearly what he wanted her to do, but the decision would be ultimately hers. He paused after stating that, then finished his declaration.

"Or, you can come with me. I wont tell you where. Nor will i tell you why. But i know it will change how we view each other forever. This will be a display of trust in me, as i will display in you." He held up a finger. "Know this mitsuki, my aim is not to change myself drastically, or you drastically, but change my relationship with you, and your relationship with me. Whatever you pick will be final, so think hard before you decide, because whether you leave me or come with me, there wont be any turning back."

He placed his glasses over his eyes, and began to walk ever so slowly toward the entrance and his car, giving her time to think before he left.

[Mitsuki Park]

He was walking away, and almost immediately she knew what was going to happen next. Mentally, she smiled - she wasn't sure why, but she did. A sad smile - not one of being happy. No, it was far from that. Had he given up on her so soon? After opening up, and backing away from her like that - how was she ever to ever really 'open' up to anyone after? Trust - something so hard to attain, yet so easily she had opened up to him, because the thought of acceptance, or the thought of them being nearly the same, took so much weight off her shoulders. Had she been wrong to do so?

"Leave."

She sharply exhaled, as if she had been holding her breath. She could have laughed aloud right then, but when he told her to leave, in that soft voice of his, she hardened. She pushed off the wall with her elbows, an unwanted feeling of--

"Or come with me."

He explained. She listened, and watched him - slowly - walk away. She could leave then, and not have to deal with him until he wants her title, or she could follow him, and quite possibly...maybe.....

She took a step forward in his direction, unsure of which decision to take. Usually, when she felt iffy about something, she didn't go with it. But this was different - this whole situation was something that she had never thought she'd be placed in.

Another step forward.

And another, and another...until she was caught up next to him. Her expression was, once again, stoic, as was her eyes still and calm, revealing nothing.

It was not that she did not want to show him anymore - it was that she was so used to hiding them, that simply revealing them - even to him, who had already seen them - was uncomfortable.

[Tyr Odinson]

He continued walking, wondering what she would think of him. He looked down as she caught up with him, a small smile on his face that, should she turn and try to view, he would drop quicker than a blink. They exited the alley, and not more than a few feet away sat his Black mustang GT. He opened the door, allowing her to get inside, then hopped inside the drivers seat, not even looking at her. He had walked here, true, but when he came here earlier this morning he left his car there, like always, so when he came back he could just hop inside and head home to sleep.

There would be no rest tonight.

He sped off, heading to the highway, still not speaking a word. He took an exit after half an hour, leading deep into the hills. He stopped, cutting the engine and letting it roll to a stop. He looked over at mitsuki.

"Now we walk"

He got out, and, as they walked, began to think. Why was he doing this? Why was he showing her this side of him? What did he want? Why did his heart leap into his throat whenever he thought about her pain and suffering? WHY?

He jumped off the trail, pulling mitsuki in with him after they rounded a sharp corner. He held a finger to his lips and pointed through the bushes as two men walked up, looking around them and speaking in low voices.

They had guns.

Andrew drew his, then shook his glasses off his face. He stood from the bush, shooting two bullets. One struck the man on the left in the forehead, the man on th right took one in the leg, dropping his gun and crying out. He purposely shot the one man in the leg because he wanted him alive. He looked at mitsuki, expecting her to attack him. Whether she did or not he would walk out and stand above the man, his smoking guns in his hands.

"You asked why i carry guns" He leaned down and grabbed the man by the hair. "Why did you follow us here?" The man glared. Andrew placed the scalding hot barrel to his neck, burning the flesh there. The man screamed. "Why did you follow us here?" The man cried as he spoke. "We...w-e were ordered to." Andrew placed the other barrel to his neck. "Why?" The man screamed. "B-Because! Your Andrew Black!" Andrew fired a shot into the air and placed the newly scalding hot barrel to the fellows already burnt flesh. "Whats that got to do with anything?" The man spoke again "You...assassinated....him...." Andrew looked up at Mitsuki. "And what did you plan for the girl" The man gurgled two words.

"Rape...kill..."

Andrew pulled the trigger.