Six Feet Deep.

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC:Open to anyone. Teachers.Students. Anyone.


The crisp feeling of the morning air felt cool and easy along the bare shoulders of Calamity. She had escaped from her home, and of course was skipping school yet again. School wasn’t for her, well, rather the people. She couldn’t take it, couldn’t take them. She couldn’t place her finger on it, but American high schools left a dirty taste in her mouth.

She’d sigh, letting the breath escape from her chapped lips. Lids closed to hide those pretty blue eyes. Seated upon the wooden bench, hidden deep within the park of that early Monday morning. She was leaning forward, hands gripping her hair. Tugging tightly, tears threatening to fall from those eyes.

She couldn’t take it, not anymore. Her hatred, it was too much. She had never hated her mother, not like this. Not even close. Calamity has fucked up, and her father was dead. She knew this, it was something she’d never forget….ever. But now, she was in America, trying to make a new life, as was her mother.

Calamity was trying to forgive and forget. Forget everything with Japan, forget her friends, what had happened….forget Daisuke. But Calamity’s mother was not a force to be reckoned with. Calamity would peer out now, eyes watering. Eyes descending upon the water before her. Licking her lips, pressing them together and glancing to the side. Swallowing, trying to push the tears back.

The image of her mother couldn’t be forgotten. Just the very sight of Calamity’s mother at the dinner table, just thinking of it. She shook her head. Calamity’s mother was a drunk now, she hadn’t meant the things she said. But Calamity knew better, she had meant them.

Now, standing up she peered into the water. Into the abyss, feet parting. Calamity didn’t know how to swim…

What if she just…

slipped.

Fell in.


What if…

[valekin]

A rustling in the trees marked his movement. A light crack would be heard, and his body fell into the water. Not even a moment later, he stood without the help of his arms, his previously submerged body covered in oily water and blood. His forearms, hands, and chin were all stained with blood. His silver tipped hair was matted down by the water. The enigma, more the embodiment of fear, hate, and Id stood within arms reach of Calamity. Yet the vibe he gave off at the moment was one that wasn't hostile.

"Дорогой ребенок, идет через ваш разум? Вы желаете умереть настолько молодой? Плохой вкус в вашем рте сегодня вы как раз не можете получить rid?"

(Dear child, what is going through your mind? Do you wish to die so young? A bad taste in your mouth today that you just can't get rid of?)

Hye ha ha ha....

A grin played across his face, beautiful elliptical eyes shone at her. The gunshot wound in his side bled profusely. Yet he did not stagger, he didn't even show pain. Valekin had been hunting in the small hours of the morning, and cut it too close to the police. He had been wounded, but to him, one bullet wound was a scratch. The monster's torso was in plain sight to her, his trench coat covered his upper arms and shoulders, as well as his back. From below the thigh, he was submerged still.

"Ah... I know that vibe little one... I feel it radiating off of you. Is it hate that I smell? Overwhelming hate? Вид модели, котор вы хотите убить?"

(The kind that makes you want to kill?)

[Jenna Scorn]

The soft noise was enough to pull her from her mind, startling her, a small jump as her eyes fell upon him. Blue eyes focusing on him, wait, it was a he right? Wait, was it human? Of course. She swallowed, watching it closely. Her body slightly shook, not from the cold, not form fear, but from what she didn’t know, from what she couldn’t see.
She’d never seen him before, never seen anyone or anything like him. He was by all means scary, just by looks. And when he spoke, his tongue spitting foreign words into her direction. It took her a moment, blinking her eyes and tilting her head to the side. Gently positioning her ear as to hear the words better.

Russian?

She’d take a step back. Eyes narrowing upon him, taking a cautious step back. Pink strands falling into her face as she’d stare at him. He was bleeding, a wound in just in sight. He needed help, but Calamity doubted he’d take her help. That is if she’d give it.

For now, the man was smiling, tossing her one of those sick grins. Why was he smiling? Calamity felt uneasy, cleaning her fists and soon unclenching them. The palms of her hand sweaty, clenching them again and unclenching them.


"Ah... I know that vibe little one... I feel it radiating off of you. Is it hate that I smell? Overwhelming hate? Вид модели, котор вы хотите убить?"


Little one?

She was about to shoot off some verbal warning, she was by no means little. Yes, she was young, but she could have taken him. Right? Well, that wasn’t the point. He had sensed it, the hate, the anger.

But how?

Now, he was letting the Russian fall from his lips. The young girl would only stare at him, she now felt slightly ashamed but she really couldn’t explain why.

“Hate?”

Holding back the tears. She swallowed and gave a gentle shake of her head.

“No… disgust.”

[valekin]

"Disgust? Not at yourself I believe. Is it... daddy? Or... is it .. mother?"

He took a few steps foreward, the bullet fell out of his body, and the hole started to seal up with a thick black smoke rising out of it. The metal plated boots stepped on the dry earth as he closed the distance between them. It was Valekin, the Lord of Terror; 9шарик СводАнгел. A dramatic influence upon the city. It's shadow, it's dark nature. The embodiment of the city's underlying evil.

"You want to run from it all don't you? The pain you feel... in your beating heart."

He was close now, one hand behind his back. The other hand reaching towards her. The claws not an inch from her chest.

"Do you want to die that badly?"

[Jenna Scorn]

"Disgust? Not at yourself I believe. Is it... daddy? Or... is it .. mother?"

"Wha? Who are you?!"

she swallowed, blue eyes forming on the being. Taking in every single intricate detail about this beast, thats what he was...a beast.Her hand raised, the back of her hand pressing against her her right eyes as she wiped away a small tear.


"You want to run from it all don't you? The pain you feel... in your beating heart."

She had thought of it, yes. But now that he was saying it, saying it to her..it all seemed so different.

So, random, so futile.

He was close, nails lingering over her chest.

Tilting her head to the side, licking her lips to moisten them.

"Do you want to die that badly?"

She'd almost given in.

She had nothing to live for.

And when she opened her mouth, to beg him for death...

One thought crossed her mind, well, rather a name.

Winters.

Johnathan Winters.

She adored that boy, and even thoughs he hadn't known him long he seemed to be the only thing good in her life.

The only thing to live for.

Lips pressed together firmly now, looking directly at the monster before her.

"To die? No..."

It all was coming together now, she didn't want to die. She wanted to be stronger, like Johnathan. She wanted to be something, and everything Johnathan could be proud of.

A small smile snaked its way up upon her lips.

"I want to be victorious."

[valekin]

The enigma moved closer. The shadowy aura of death pressing upon her own mind. He smelled like blood. Valekin bared a toothy grin when she spoke of wanting to be victorious. There was always a way to be victorious. No matter what. It was scary, that he could read people like books. Maybe it was a lucky guess, or maybe it was his insanity giving him some sort of powerful mind abilities. Either way, it was scary.

"Who is thyne enemy? If you have no enemy, then you can't be victorious."

This was true, how the hell are you supposed to win when there wasn't a competition to begin with? But, not all enemies come in the form of people. Some come in the form of feelings, or thoughts, or mere ideals. Behaviors can even be the enemy. So you're an alcoholic? Then beer is your enemy. Stop drinking.

"Who's your enemy? Your mother? Your peers? God?"

Fair questions, all of them.

[Jenna Scorn]

The smell of blood was thick in the air, and she'd choke back. Licking her lower lip and looking to the side. The stench was too much for her, how could he stand it? Maybe he had gotten used to the smell, or just liked it.......ew.

She almost puked a little in her mouth as the thought jumped across her mind. But anyways, her attention was drawn back to this beast before her. His figure, his eyes, something about him screamed...and she wasn't sure what exactly it was screaming, but it was definitely calling out.


"Who is thyne enemy? If you have no enemy, then you can't be victorious."

Another moment to dwell, browse furrowing upon that pretty little head again. Deep in thought as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. Who was her enemy? A long time ago, it would have been Daisuke, but he was in Japan...and she hardly blamed him for the death of her father, it all rested on her shoulders now. Her mother? Well, possible, but their little fights were just mother and daughter fights, same as all the others...right?


"Who's your enemy? Your mother? Your peers? God?"


No, no...my enemy isn't my mom...






it can't be.



It was just a fight...


it boil over...


but what if she is?


.....what if she is my enemy?


.....I...


WAIT!


I can't be thinking like this!!!

My mother is not my enemy!!!


Right?

She bit her lower lip, letting her head cast down. Swallowing hard, the tears threatening to fall into her eyes. She had so much anger, so much hatred, but why?

But who is it?

Who is my enemy?

"I......Don't know..."

[valekin]

"You don't know? That's fine. That just means your enemy has yet to reveal itself to you."

Hye hee hee hee hee hee hee hee.....

Valekin knew from long years of war. That the enemy you didn't know about, was the one that did the most damage to you. One must find their enemy before they even have a chance at becoming victorious. Then one must defeat their enemy. How does one do that without knowing who.. or what.. their enemy is?

Impossible to accomplish.[/color]

"Have you ever thought that you might be your own enemy? You might always be setting yourself up for failure. Always be careful.. and prudent when facing ordinary decisions."

[Jenna Scorn]

"Have you ever thought that you might be your own enemy? You might always be setting yourself up for failure. Always be careful.. and prudent when facing ordinary decisions."

A blank stare, blue eyes just staring at the man.

"Have I ever thought that I was my own enemy?"

A soft sigh fell from those lips.

"Many a time."

What is this?
Weakness?

Most certainly.

Johnathan could never love her, not if she was weak.
And she was, she could feel it, Johnathan could feel it.

"I just...I just don't know how..."

To get Johnathan to truly trust me, believe me, believe in me.

to love me.

She paused, eyes looking at the beast.

Could she trust him?
Could she tell him such things?

[valekin]

"You don't know how to what? Become stronger? Defeat your enemy? There are two things you can do to defeat your enemy. Either end your own life, have me end it for you. Or find a way to get stronger. All are legitimate choices, but only one will be the best choice for you. Make a decision.."

Hye ha ha ha

Valekin stood a mere foot from her. It wouldn't take much for him to overpower her. He nearly forgot about why he was there though. He had been shot in the air, the cops were probably on their way. Yet he felt the calling to minister to this youth in his only aspect, power. He was aptly branded by the police; The Cannibal. His works had been all over the news. Yet they still didn't have a good image of him, or any samples of his fingerprints, or boot prints. Odd.

That's right... I was in the Black Special Forces....

[Jenna Scorn]

"I....."

"You don't know how to what? Become stronger? Defeat your enemy? There are two things you can do to defeat your enemy. Either end your own life, have me end it for you. Or find a way to get stronger. All are legitimate choices, but only one will be the best choice for you. Make a decision.."

Brows narrowing on the monstrosity, glaring, now turning on her heels.

"I don't want to die."

Her mind was made up.

Letting those shoes turn in the dirt below her, making their way back to the sidewalk. The soft padding of her shoes against the dirt was hardly audible, and now as her shoes met the sidewalk they scuffed against the cement to make one last glance back towards him.

"...You."

She paused, questioning herself.

"Whats your name?"

All men had names, and even though this man was more of a beast then a man she was for sure like all the others he had a name.

[valekin]

"My name is Valekin. Just Valekin. And what is your's my fair lady? Or is this enigma undeserving to know whose life he just altered?"

Valekin watched her from where he had stood previously. He still needed to make his escape. And he could hear the cops moving around in the park. It was only a matter of time before they caught up to him. Yet he remained, he was not done there yet, and would not be leaving until he had finished.

I am the monster....

I am the cannibal....

I am the Shadow....

I am the Fallen Knight....

I am the Shadow Knight....

[Jenna Scorn]

"My name is Valekin. Just Valekin. And what is your's my fair lady? Or is this enigma undeserving to know whose life he just altered?"

Looking at him for a long moment before gently flicking her tongue over her lips. A few thoughts skipped through her mind, all of him. Was he even human?

"..."

He had done something horrible, there was no doubt about it.

"Your in trouble aren't you...?"

[valekin]

"Always in trouble. It comes with being a soldier. Though these poleeze forces are nothing to me. Just flies that get in my way. Why do you ask? Is that empathy, or curiousity I smell? I don't deserve your empathy, or sympathy. Monsters... are supposed to scare little girls."

Hye hee hee hee hee hee....

He said as he approached her now. She invited him into the conversation again. His metal plated boots crossed the earth with him. Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink. What is it to be human? Feel emotions, and pain? To empathize with others? To have a connection with God? He felt emotions and pain, on that level he was human. He could empathize with others, yes. But he lacked a connection to God. So much horror had scarred his life permanently, that God was but a fleeting memory to him. Kinda like kindergarten.[/color]

"Have you been watching the news lately?"

[Jenna Scorn]

"Always in trouble."

Watching him.
Swallowing.


"It comes with being a soldier."

Soldier eh?

"Though these poleeze forces are nothing to me. Just flies that get in my way."

Whoa..Police?!?!?!

"Why do you ask? Is that empathy, or curiosity I smell?"


Curiosity?
Maybe, but remember Calamity...Curiosity is what killed the cat.
And I'd rather not become roadkill.


"I don't deserve your empathy, or sympathy."

Heh, your not getting it.

"Monsters... are supposed to scare little girls."

A sudden smirk spread across her lips, a few strands of hair falling into her face as she looked at him. Now tossing her head back, strands of hair falling from her face as she laughed.

"Hahaha!"

Now, eyes settling on this 'monster'.

"Little girl? Hardly."

She was slightly offended, letting her right leg kick against the sidewalk.

"I believe your eyes deceive you."