Come out and play [Mathew]

[Helter Skelter]

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"Huh"

The girl's cream eyes looked around at the surrounding students, their faces twisted with the pleasure of ganging up on a single person. The red head scanned the area carefully, as if storing it in her mind. A few students laid unconscious on the ground, but it seemed more were taking their place as time went on. Helter took a fist and wiped her mouth, nothing like a good fight to start off a good day. The red-head slipped her headphones off her head and around her neck, the thrum of her music filling the air. "Look, it's a PUBLIC school" the girl started, nonchalantly scratching the back of her neck, "I don't see why I couldn't pass through in silence".

A few snarls in the crowd raised when she spoke, the gift of selective hearing made her ignore most of their cries. All she really got was things like 'our spot' and 'you got no right passing here'. She red-head sighed heavily and shrugged, "Wow, first the school hallway. Next, the world". Her statement caused a bit of an uproar from the students, they were pissed now. The pale narrowed her eyes, "Okay, let's stop being out chests like neanderthals, it's getting old" the took a few steps forward, only to be blocked by one of the students. "Hmpf" the girl grumbled, pulling a fist back as a sign of attack. However, instead of throwing a punch, her foot pulled forward and hooked between the student's kneecap. The girl pulled her leg back to make him fall forward, making sure to give him a hard flat-palmed hit to the back of he skull on his way down.

Her head turned around to look at several more students caving in towards her. A grunt escaped her lips as she held out a simple hand, "Attacking in swarms, kind of like insects, don't you think?'' the girl smirked, waiting for the enraged group to attack.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew had a seventh sense for finding fights. Or at least someone to pick a fight with, his sixth sense was that he could tell when Squirrels were afraid, but that was a diffrent story. Blood was in the air and it seemed to call to Mathew, like a lover long gone but reunited, though to be fair he was covered in a bit of blood himself. Not his of course, never his. Some kid hadn't moved when he wanted to use the water fountain so Mathew had been forced to teach him manners.

Mathew would see the girl trapped by the group of thugs and a small smile would play across his lips. Slowly he would lick his lips as he heard the girl make the stupid move of insulting the crowd. He liked that, she had spunk. What was really funny was that they had met before, though he hadn't gotten her name last time. But he had received a kiss, in a manner of speaking that is. He stood there for a moment deciding on if he wanted to step in or not, on one hand it would require a minute amount of effort and he was feeling lazy, on the other hand he would just demand a fee. It was a toss up but he figured that since she already paid him once and knew how he worked he might get something good this time.

Walking up behind the crowd Mathew would grab two of the boy's heads smashing them together with a great force that would cause them to crumple to the grounds as well as grab the attention of the other boys. Some of them looked like they were about to say something until they say his face. He would laugh as he saw them all pale at the site of him. He loved that effect.

"I-It's th-the Earth Dragon!" One boy would stammer out before bolting away from the scene, the others were not far behind. Mathew would ignore them to approach the young lady stepping on the ribs of one of the downed boys, ignoring the cracking sounds of the ribs breaking from his lead feet.

"Gee once again I helped you out. I hope I get something good for it this time." He would say with a grin as he folded his arms over his chest, still standing on the groaning boy.

[Helter Skelter]

The teenager steeled herself to ready for any thrown strikes, however when the crowd closed in, a rather... unusual event seemed to happen. Two of the boys had been grabbed at the sides of their heads, a swift jerk and their skulls smashed into each other, releasing a sickening crack. Helter held her pose, but raised a single eyebrow. "It's... whats-his-face again", the girl thought to herself, remembering she never got his name, an clumsily forgot the alias, too. Howls echoed in the hallway, making Helter turn her head to watch the students run and bellow in terror. Right, Dragon! Though, what a strange kind to have, that was for sure. "Hmn" the girl grunted, furrowing her eyebrows at the sight, "I wish I had that effect on people" she grimaced, enjoying the thought before folding her arms across her chest. It would make maneuvering in the hallways a hell of a lot easier.

"Well if it isn't my snake-finding hero, clad in green" Helter chortled, placing one hand on her hip and waving the other for emphasis in her speech. The girl remembered the stressing time it took to find the stupid thing, she probably wasn't thinking straight. The red-head placed the other hand on her hip too and she closed her eyes and rubbed her chin, as if in deep thought. A hum escaped her lips and she smirked a bit, opening up her pale eyes once again, "Something good? Well, what's so special about scaring off a few neanderthals?". A shrug pulled at the girls shoulders, and her hands followed at her side. "Did I need help, or did you just want something from me again? Or maybe I'm just damned cute" a small laugh escaped her, "Well if you're that eager, maybe I have chocolate left".

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Oh you don't think that is something? Well if you want I could take their place and we could see how well you do against just one guy instead of a crowd." He would offer with a grin and a shrug. He stepped in mostly on a whim, he had no attachment to her personally and he didn't have a problem with hitting girls. He thought that was a stupid belief to have, especially in a place like this where a girl could kick your ass just as easy as a guy could. There were very few helpless girls in this school, they can't be helpless, not if they want to make it through the day that is.

Mathew would pat her cheek when she called him her green clad hero. His eyebrows moving up in amusement at being called that. He was called a lot of things, but rarely a hero. It wasn't really in his character, heroes were always unselfish and righteous. That wasn't really Mathew.

"Well you are cute, and maybe I felt like helping you out. After all it would be a shame to see that cute face messed up a bit. But hey, what can I say. I am a man of the times and in this day and age nothing is free, and if it is then there is a hidden price." He would say with a shrug as if he was explaining something that was obvious, and he was. The world was going down the crapper and Mathew just intended to make sure that he didn't get flushed with the rest of the shit, and he wouldn't get anywhere by being a nice guy. "And sorry, but my sweet tooth seems to be lacking. How about you come up with something a bit better."

[Helter Skelter]

The red-head blinked curiously, listening to Mathew as he talked. Her hand idly scratching the side of her neck. The girl cocked her head before releasing a full laugh, placing a hand on her bare stomach. It wasn't often she laughed this hard at all, but when she did, she laughed a lot. "Down boy" she chortled before placing her hands on her belt line. "I'd rather not, too lazy to fight right now" the teenager mirrored his shrug, letting the chuckles fade.

"Damn straight," she added on, shrugging again and shoving her hands back into her pockets, their rightful place. Her eyebrows cocked she raised her chin a bit with his rather... 'insightful' words. Yeah, he was definitely hinting to something, and Helter was pretty sure she knew what that was. But, it was nothing less than true. Everything was just complicated compared to previous encounters in her life, nothing was pure and innocent in the world. It's a world run by greed for power and/or money, the root of every problem. People might disagree, but it was true. Denial of what was happening wouldn't solve anything.

Or rather, wouldn't get her out of this one.

"Better than chocolate? Bummer..." the girl sighed, wiggling her fingers in her pockets. Then, the red-head abruptly pulled her arms out and held them wide. "How 'bout a biiiiiig hug? You know, make you feel warm and fuzzy and all that shit you learn on Sesame Street".

'Kay, all joking aside.... "Well" the girl thought aloud, placing her hands on her hips, "Only thing that I can think that you'd want..." Eh, there really wasn't anything else, was there? "Eh, real kiss this time?". The girl raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Not unless you'd prefer a nice elementary-kid hug".

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[Mathew Amtrum]

There was something about the girl that had grabbed his interest, probably the way she dressed to be honest. But still he was interested in her. She was cute in a sarcastic way if you didn't take her at face value, naturally he didn't take her at face value. He also liked the fact that she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, like Sophia and Bastille she seemed to understand how the world worked. Everything had a price of some kind. There was no such thing as a selfless good deed. Even those that brag about it have that sense of satisfaction that they did a good deed. Thus they do it for their own happiness making it selfish. Instead of pretending to be a good guy Mathew just preferred to cut to the chase.

"Hmmm well a kiss would be tempting, certainly more so then a hug. Though I have to wonder if it is worth it. For all I know you could be a horrible kisser. All teeth or something."

He would say causally sticking his own hands in his pockets looking down in to her eyes before he would continue his little speech, his tone cocky, but bland. The cockiness was always there, he was a cocky guy, but to him he was just explaining fact. And if she was a bad kisser then he would feel a bit ripped off.

"So on one hand I could say yes to the kiss and risk getting a decent payment. On another hand I could demand something else and get something more valuable. Though of course it would all hang on what you thought. And for some reason I am not thinking you will go for it, not yet anyways. So I guess I am going to go with the kiss and take my chances." He would say with a small laugh to himself.

[Helter Skelter]

Well, this guy didn't beat around the bush, that was for sure. Straight forward, to the point. Not that Helter minded that at all, she hated it when people beat around the bush. There was really no point in hiding what you wanted to say, what was the point in that? BESIDES wasting time, because that was all it really did. "I only do that to people I hate" she chuckled jokingly, "And I'd like to think I can at least do something like a kiss right, it's like saying you can't ride a bike. So pitiful, it's sad". But then again, the thought of making the kiss bad just to piss him off was tempting, quite tempting. An amusing thought ran through her head and she nodded to herself. Against it this time, she needed a more juicy moment, something that just hurt more than normal. It was how she ran, making sure to be patient and wait for opportunity to rear it's head.


Yeah, she was a big opportunist, who wasn't these days?


And, to the shock, he was using his cocky tone again. At least, the most prominent cocky tone she'd ever seen. It seemed he was being more blunt, if anything. Tone of voice was never a thing that bothered the teenager as much as it could. He was just being frank about his reward, he did want his just desserts, of course. Hey, she never said it'd be an equal trade.

She raised an eyebrow when he had finished and laughed, she was curious about just what he meant.

>____>

Her interest was piqued, there was no going back now. The girl folded her arms across her chest and raised her chin a bit, "From how I take it, the payment from me would outweigh what you've just "done for me", if I was to outright refuse it. Or on the other hand, it's just outrageous in the first place". At least, this was the impression she got. However, she had another thought. "Say... what makes you think I'd say no in the first place, anyways?".

[Mathew Amtrum]

Of course she was interested in the option that he didn't say. That was only natural human nature. After all when someone dangles in front of you information and then tells you that he won't tell you. It is only natural to want to know what it is now that you know about it. Though sometimes people will pretend not to care, that wasn't her style it seemed. She was very upfront and honest about things from what he could tell. And she had an interesting and witty sense of humor judging from the candy incident last time they met.

"Well the reason I thought you would say no is I don't know if you could even handle it to be honest."

He would say with a small shrug as he looked down at her. It was true, she was cute but she didn't look tough. And he wondered if she could physically and mentally handle what he had in mind. Well he was sure she could mentally, he didn't think she was weak willed, not from what he had seen at least. But still, she was no Bastille, or Sophia either. Though to be fair that might be a good thing, it was hard to decide.

[Helter Skelter]

Unfortunately for the red-head, she was naturally more curious than she should be. Curiosity killed the cat, but then again, she wasn't a cat. She hated cats. The girl tightened the arms across her chest and bit her lower lip, he was obviously reaping from her curiosity, but then again, she didn't care. What she cared about what that juicy little second option he was talking about. From the sounds of it, it was far more extreme compared to the may-be terrible kiss. Quite frankly, it may be too extreme. However, curiosity was winning compared to logic.

However, it was his reply that got her goat.

.....

Couldn't... handle... it....

...........

"Uh?" the girl grunted, furrowing her eyebrows and puckering her lips out. "Can't HANDLE it?" she repeated, her expression withdrawing a bit. Okay, now she HAD to know. If someone would think so intensely about it that it was too much for her to handle, there was something amiss in her mind. But, no. She would not argue that he didn't know her, or her limits. Nope, everyone to their own. It was something special, and she had to know now.

"Now now, assuming things won't get me any closer to the answer I want" she started, placing a hand on her chin. "So... it must be that much more intense, since you think I can't handle it", the girl snickered to herself and sighed. She didn't dispute that she may not be able to handle it, maybe she could, maybe she couldn't. "Hey, maybe I can't. But I know I'm damn well prepared enough to take what you have to dish out" the girl told him, pointing a finger at him. Her eyes stared into his for a moment, locking gazes until they drifted down to the pair on the ground. "Hmn... then again, I'd appreciate it if you didn't make a music instrument out of my skull".

[Mathew Amtrum]

Well this was good now she really wanted to know. And it seemed that the comment about not being able to handle it got her going a bit. Maybe she would agree to it on pure principle? Who knew but he figured it was worth asking now. Since she was insisting to know. Mathew would let out a defeated sigh, the sigh of someone that had only been trying to protect someone else from harm only to learn their protection wasn't needed. He would shrug his shoulders as he did so, his hands going out in defeat.

"Well if you really must know then I suppose I should just tell you. Though once again I really don't think you could handle it."

He would say with a small playful wink. Moving his right hand up to sweep his hair out of his green eyes he would meet her gaze with his own before speaking. When he spoke he would speak as if he was downplaying what he was going to suggest next, though this was all just a ploy to make her want to do it.

"Well I was going to say you could be my slave. Not like cotton picking slaves, we don't have cotton here. But I do get in to some interesting situations and it is always good to have another person I can trust with me. Only thing is that if you thought you were up for this you would have to make sure to do what I said when I say it. You never know when it will be vital. And it is best to just stay in practice so it is instinct."

He would finish up by putting his hands in his pockets before quickly dismissing that option. HE wanted to push it as far out of the way as he could in hopes that her curiosity would make her want to try it out giving him yet another "loyal follower".

"But like I said, you probably wouldn't be interested in that."

[Helter Skelter]

"Uh huh" Helter told the green-eyed boy, rolling her hand as if telling him to get on with it. She wanted to know what this option that she 'couldn't handle' was. She wanted to know what this was, no matter what. The girl folded her arms once again and waited for him to finish, raising her eyebrow when he mentioned cotton. Cotton? Of all things, picking cotton... Hmn, indeed. When he finished she shoved her hands back into her pockets. What a guy, honestly. A slave, of all things? Just what kind of shit did he get into, anyways? From the impression he had left on the students, she didn't think it was the healthiest of activities.

And she was A-OK with that.

The thought of her being a pawn didn't appeal much to her at first, the idea of a slight alliance did. It seemed that in this school, you wouldn't stand very well on your own, at least not for long. And it wasn't like he was twisting her arm, either. What he would use her for was the question.

She shrugged her shoulders up and bit her lip again, "Well, from what I can tell, you said I couldn't handle this". The girl raised both her eyebrows, as if she was taking this in, thinking hard. Why was this so hard? Pssh, selling yourself? There was worse. However, she didn't want to risk looking any weak for 'not being able to handle it'. The girl pulled out her hands and held them out at her sides, "Alright, I'll take your little option. I'll show you that I can handle it, and be proficient at it, too".

Hook, line and sinker.
>_>;


But... there was one more thing.

"Of course," the girl started, waving her hand, "I'm going to be your err... slave, shouldn't I at least get your name? Mine`s Helter Skelter, and if you must know, yes. It is my real name". No, it might not have been cool or wise to mention her own name first, but she honestly didn`t give a crap.

[Mathew Amtrum]

God I'm good.

It never ceased to amaze how good he was. He had a gift, he always seemed to be able to make people do what he wanted. The method depended on the person of course, but here he just had someone willingly become his slave. That was definitely a plus because she would more then likely do what he said without much of a hassle. Unlike Bastille who was constantly a pain in the ass about it. Maybe she could even help keep Bastille in line. That was certainly an appealing thought. Having someone else make Bastille obedient, it would save him a huge headache thats for sure.

Mathew would grin and let out a small laugh when he heard her name. Obviously his mind jumped right the Beetles song by the same name. One could only guess what kind of music her parents listened to back in the day.

"Mathew Amtrum, The Earth Dragon." He would say offering no explanation as to why he had the term dragon in his title, she didn't need one. With the formalities out of the way it was now time to see if she was going to keep her word when he pulled out his first order. The irony of it would make him happy, he was going to have his cake and eat it too.

"Well then I guess I will be taking my kiss now. Since you think you can handle doing what I say I am sure this one will be easy. Make it a good one too." He would say with a teasing wink at Helter.

[Helter Skelter]

The girl sighed and narrowed her eyes, the usual laugh after she mentioned her name. Yes, the Beatles. She's seen it more than once, and was sure it wasn't about to stop anytime soon. She shrugged it off and grumbled, at least he got his fill, for now. At least he was pleased at her decision, that had to count for something. The girl nodded, "Mathew Amtrum, hmn? Alright" the teen placed her hands on her hips, the Dragon title popped up once again. It intrigued her, but she'd learn one way or another at this point. That wasn't a big concern at the moment, she had a feeling she would learn a lot of this point.

Helter smirked when he finished, she had seen this coming. She DID have to do whatever he said, after all. Not that she minded, she said that she could handle anything he threw at her. She was not about to back up, not at this point.

"Sneaky" she chuckled, taking a step forward, "Like I said, I'm prepared to accept and I'll stick to my word". Despite appearances and behavior, honesty and word were two things Helter always went by. She wouldn't lie, and when she said something, she meant it. She would stick to things to the end, no matter what happens. It wasn't honour, it wasn't something to make herself feel better, either. No, it was her code, and she would stick to it. If she couldn't even keep her own word, who else would stick to her's? People are rotten, and turning worse in this world, but she would always stick to her code.

The smirk widened a bit and she stopped in front of Mathew, "I can handle it" she chuckled, standing up a bit on her tip toes to try to lessen the height gap between her and the brown-haired teenager. Her face inched closer and pressed her lips against his into soft, maybe even demanding kiss. He would find that she wasn't bad by any stretch of the mind. She wouldn't make it a bad kiss, at least, not this time.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Oh it may be sneaky but it doesn't mean I wasn't being honest. I am not sure you can handle it, you will have to be trained after all."

He would say with a wink, trailing off at the last part of his statement. He would grin when she stood up on her tip toes slowly inching forward for the kiss. Mathew's hand would move to cup her face gently stroking her cheek with his thumb as he moved in closer until their lips met. She was right, she wasn't a bad kisser. However that wasn't the point, now that she was his toy he needed to make sure that she wouldn't break and it was time to start the training.

Without even breaking the kiss or moving his hand from her cheek Mathew's knee would shoot up hard and fast, the target was her stomach. A bit random and abrupt considering they were in a kiss? Just a tad, but it was all in the lesson plan.

Lesson 1: NEVER let your guard down.

The fact that she willingly chose this fate meant that Mathew could use her for things that he wouldn't trust his other followers to do. The fact that she was willing to kiss him without a problem also gave him ideas of how he could use her, and it wasn't just as a sex slave. This was going to be very interesting indeed.

Once the knee attack was launched Mathew would break off of the kiss using his hand that was on her face to grip her hair tightly yanking it up so that she would look him in the eyes whether or not she wanted to. Fear wasn't the objective of this meeting of eyes, he wanted to make sure she was paying very close attention.

"Since you agreed that you can handle this I feel I should warn you that I am going to make use of you. I expect perfect obedience from you, and I am going to make sure that you will never find yourself in a position that you are vulnerable like this again. I don't like other people harming my things."

As he said that he would let go of her hair freeing her from his grip and he would cross his arms. If she struck at him he would just let it hit him, it wasn't like she was going to be able to hurt him.

"Lesson 1: Always be on guard. You are going to be making a LOT of enemies for being associated with me. So I expect you to always be aware of whats going on around you."

[Helter Skelter]

Talk about abrupt.

The moment his knee slammed into her stomach, a chocking gasp escaped Helter. Her body started to fall forward until she was grasped up by her hair, forced to look up at Mathew. Her arms wrapped around her waist, clutching tightly to her bare skin. Her vision blurred for a second, but quickly adjusted back again. The red-head coughed loudly before regaining her composure, especially after getting the wind knocked out of her (and then some). The girl raised her gaze to meet Mathew's, a small cat-like smile crossing her lips. It was perfectly fair enough to her, she did accept this already. She could handle it.

When she was released, the girl regained her stance, shakily for a moment. It took her a second, but she stood up solid once again. Her grin widened a bit and she chuckled lightly, "I totally deserved that...." she laughed, mostly to herself than anyone. She had let her guard down on her own fault, which lead her to this situation. Of course, to learn, we all have to start somewhere, right?

Helter cleared her throat and placed her hands on her pockets (again). She wouldn't strike, nor did she look frightened or angry. Nothing less or more than perfectly content. There was going to be a lot expected from her, she could tell. Perhaps even the down-right most utterly dislikeable things on the world. But, Helter didn't care. She took a vow, and she would stick to it. Her word was her life.This wasn't a petty deal, no, it was a promise. A light hum of thought vibrated on her lips before she looked up at Mathew again with a smirk, "Looks like I have a lot to learn". he girl shifted her feet and winced a bit,"Enemies? I seem to be quite good at it these days. The more the merrier, after all".