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Post by Mara Ackart on Dec 21, 2009 16:47:59 GMT -5
Mara sat on her cot in her cell. For the time being she had little to do. Sulley was off who knows where doing who knows what. The Rebellion was handling itself well today. So Mara had retired to her cell to read one of the few books she'd gotten her hands on since coming here. By luck it was a book of Shakespeare's sonnets. Shakespeare being one of her favorite authors of all time this find had made her quite thrilled indeed.
This was the first chance she'd had since getting the book to read it. Being Sulley's second in command wasn't easy. As soon as she thought of him Mara shoved the man from her mind. This was Shakespeare time. Not even Sulley could disrupt that. Since her cot was against a wall, Mara's back was propped against that wall and her knees brought up before her to act as a shelf for the tattered book. A small smile played across her face.
Times like this were what she missed about the outside world. The chance to curl up with a book and forget about life was rare here. You had to be constantly trying to survive. Mara barely contained a flare of anger. Those bastards that created this place took these simple pleasures from her. Once again she swore they'd pay before sinking back into the honeyed words of the old playwright. |
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Post by Sulley on Dec 21, 2009 17:01:14 GMT -5
Sulley stalked through the cell blocks, peering at certain doors suspiciously before pressing onward. He knew where he would find her. It was getting there that was a problem. The limp in his gait staggered swift progression. The moon was in the process of concealing the sun, casting a dim shadow behind figures, making Sulley's eyes jump. He was always cautious in places like this. He'd only been here twice before. Once when scouting, the other time when accompanying Mara. He didn't sleep in a cell. The man found his bed in other places.
There. Her cell had a scent of his own. The man didn't know it was only in his head. If the door had been closed he wouldn't have knocked. Seeing as it was conveniently open anyway, he entered. His frame darkened the room for a fraction of a moment before he fully stepped in. Mara sat on her cot reading. Strange activity, but it explained her intelligence. He wouldn't bother asking what she was reading--he didn't care.
Sulley stood in the center of the room and looked around. He'd never been in here before. It was interesting to observe the living habits of his Second. Almost as if he was learning the woman more as he did so. Almost.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Dec 21, 2009 17:21:34 GMT -5
The steps in the hallway alerted Mara to someone's presence. Every few moments she took a furitive glance at the doorway to see if anyone was there. Mara had just turned the page when she looked up and saw him in her doorway. Her attention turned to him fully as he walked into her room. What was that saying about speaking of the devil? It certainly applied to him. All she'd done was think of him for the space of a few seconds and he'd arrived. She waited a moment or two for him to say something as he looked at her room.
"Hello Sulley. What brings you to my humble abode?"
Mara's words dripped with irony, as they often did when she spoke of their captors percieved benevolence. Sure it gave them a roof over their heads but it also ensured that most of the mutants would gather in one place at night. Lord knows what they had rigged the place to do if the mutants got too rowdy. Mara used the cell like she did all of the gifts of their captors, with caution. |
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Post by Sulley on Dec 23, 2009 12:58:14 GMT -5
Sulley swiveled to look at Mara when she greeted him. There was something behind her words, but he didn't catch it. Instead his eyebrow twitched once in response to her words. Humble abode. Right.
"You." He told her shortly, taking another glance around the room before hobbling to her bed. Of course, he tried to make the limp less obvious. Couldn't have her thinking he was weak. He leaned on the leg, which sent tremors up the bone, which made him grimace. He didn't look like he was in pain; more like he was having angry thoughts.
Sulley sank onto the edge of her cot, looking at the ground. It might have seemed like he had something he wanted to say. He didn't speak. Just stared at the ground, breathing quietly.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Dec 23, 2009 13:38:59 GMT -5
Ahh Sulley's short answers. He just wasn't a man for words. Actions were more his thing. Still, being here for her? It made Mara wonder. Well wonder and a little bit happy but that was left in the depths of her mind where it should be. What concerned her more was the slight limp he appeared to have. Mara had studied Sulley during their times together. He was always putting up a strong front, regardless of whether he was strong or not. He'd deny anything if she asked though. So Mara didn't question it as he sat down.
"Me? Any particular reason or you just wanted to come see me?"
Mara knew better than to think this was a social call. Sulley didn't have time for her unless it was Rebellion business. It was a bitter truth to her but it was truth regardless. Mara once again reminded herself that that was as it should be. She was using him to get out and slaughter the people in charge of this place. No more. If her silly heart couldn't take that then it was more than welcome to leave. |
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Post by Sulley on Dec 23, 2009 15:33:38 GMT -5
Sulley straightened his back and turned his head to peer at Mara from the corners of his eyes. It helped his headache that way. His eyes trailed from her face to her clothes, which he looked at without reserve. Her knees drawn up to her chest made her look smaller than she really was. Sulley opened his mouth and showed her his tongue, pointing it's tip at the ground. There was nothing wrong with it. If one didn't know any better, they might have thought he was being funny.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" His eyes wandered to her hands, wondering if they'd ever been dirty. She came across as experienced in most everything she did; at least, her confidence made it seem so anyway. Let's hope she caught onto his street slang.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Dec 23, 2009 15:55:55 GMT -5
A barely perceptible trace of red that rose to the surface of Mara's cheeks was the only outer sign of the turmoil that statement caused in Mara's mind.There was no way Sulley meant that in the traditional sense of the word. Mara was throughly convinced Sulley had no such intentions toward her. She was little more than a tool to him.
No, there was probably some other meaning behind the question. How else could one be a virgin? Blasted street language. By The Bard couldn't they just speak normally instead of in some odd code known only to them? To cover her confusion, and not appear as a fool in front of Sulley, Mara decided it would be better not to give a straight forward answer.
"And?"
It was short, simple, and cryptic. Nothing was explicitly stated and it invited him to say more. Perhaps he'd elaborate, most likely not. Explanations weren't Sulley's style. More than likely he'd just end up showing her what he meant. And that thought opened a whole new avenue of thinking that had Mara fighting to keep her attention focused on the conversation at hand. |
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Post by Sulley on Dec 23, 2009 16:28:22 GMT -5
Sulley smiled darkly and reached out his hand, looking to catch Mara's wrist. If he succeeded he would stand and pull the girl to her feet--not gently--and lean in close to her face, his whisper cynical.
"We're going to change that." And without another word he pulled her out of her cell block and headed past the doors. It wasn't that he wanted to take away her innocence. Sulley wasn't like the others, who wanted everyone else to feel what they felt. He just thought it appropriate that his second did. Only her. She would be his hands and feet, therefore he needed ones that were somewhat as dirty as the rest of the body. Sulley didn't even consider the play on words, nor did he register her pink cheeks.
Two blocks down at the second cell they stopped. Sulley turned and took Mara's other wrist in his hand, looking into her eyes.
"The man behind the door has the ability to hear your thoughts. You need to clear your--"
The cell door opened. A rugged man with stubble on his chin and long brown hair stood in the frame. If you weren't Sulley you would have thought he looked like Jesus. His body was muscled. His clothes were relatively clean. His smile was crooked and knowing.
"Sulley. I've been expecting you. I heard you decide to pay me a visit when we last met. You brought a friend, I see." His icy blue eyes flickered to Mara, and he lowered his voice to say, "You know, you think quite loudly for a woman considering such bashful ideas." One eyelid fell in a quick wink.
Sulley's smile was uncharacteristic. It looked honestly pleased. To tell the truth, he was. Despite the fact that the two were enemies, he liked him. It was always Sulley's enemies that brought him the most pleasure.
"Mind." Sulley finished, letting Mara's wrists go. He turned and looked at the man while he spoke, the smile never leaving his face. "Thing is, although he knows what you're thinking and what you're going to do...there's nothing he can do about it." And to prove his point, Sulley sharpened his hand and swung, backhanding the man at an angle, shearing the skin off his cheek. A booted foot lifted to kick the man back into the cell. A hand that wasn't sharpened found Mara's shoulder, urging her into the room, from where Sulley would follow and close the door behind him.
"You're an ass." The man was doubled over against the wall, bleeding from the face, gasping from the pain in his stomach.
"You're a source." Sulley said, peering around the cell. It looked like Mara's. He didn't like that. "This man's been here for the past five years. He knows something about the border that he won't say." He informed Mara shortly. His eyes bore into her, watching, waiting to see what she would do.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Dec 23, 2009 17:05:08 GMT -5
As she was yanked to her feet and drawn close to Sulley Mara's breath caught. Not that she wanted it to but the surprise of the action combined with it being Sulley caused it to anyway. As she was dragged from her cell and down the hallway Mara continued to contemplate Sulley's meaning until it clicked as they stood in front of the other man's door and he told her that the guy could hear thoughts.
Sulley meant for her to kill the guy.
A furious blush rose and died on Mara's face when their target commented on her thoughts. Damn nosy bastard. Mara didn't care if he heard that or not. He should know better than to eavesdrop on a person's thoughts. If he couldn't control it that was his loss. Mara was quite content to silence his cheeky mouth just to prevent him from spilling her thoughts to the world.
A grin spread across her face as Sulley proceeded to beat the guy. At Sulley's urging she walked forward into the room and stared at the bent and bleeding man. Sulley's statement that he was a source barely registered as Mara sidesteped to give Sulley room and focused on the man's bleeding cheek. If a normal beating wouldn't suffice then perhaps she could try that...
"I don't suppose you'll talk and spare me the effort will you?"
The man looked up at her and grinned.
"Sorry, no can do."
Mara shrugged and refocused on the man's blood. She followed it down into the arteries and veins. There, the movement was small but it was there. The entire world faded as Mara fell into the rhythm of the beating heart and flowing blood. Then she tugged. Mara pushed the blood to moved faster. She sped up the heart beat and blood flow for almost a full minute. Then she stopped. When Mara came back to the world the man's shirt was covered in blood and he'd fallen to his knees, clutching at his chest. |
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Post by Sulley on Dec 23, 2009 17:21:10 GMT -5
Sulley watched Mara. He knew what she did as a result of her mutation. He'd been moved at incredible speeds from one place to another. But he had no idea she was capable of this.
The man was pale. The blood pouring from his cheek drained from his face and worked its way down his body. He was growing weak--he slumped against the wall now, and his breath came raggedly. Sulley decided to step in.
Focusing on his hair, Sulley used his harmless hands to lift the guy by his shirt. With the man in his face, he hissed,
"We're going to kill you." That probably wasn't the best piece of information to give the guy.
"Then you..." he wheezed, "might as well....get it over...with. I'm not....telling you...anything..." And to prove it he spat blood on Sulley's face.
Sulley's smile dropped. He sharpened his hands, which immediately cut the man's shirt and impaled his chest with each pointed knuckle, not fatally deep. Groaning, the man was swung around as Sulley turned towards Mara, giving her an unreadable look.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Dec 23, 2009 17:40:32 GMT -5
Mara watched Sulley give the man his final chance. She watched Sulley puncture the man's chest. And she locked eyes with him when he turned that gaze of his on her. Mara walked closer to the man. She stood beside Sulley and contemplated the man. This would be a defining moment for her. Her first kill. She knew how to do it. Perhaps it was a fit of pique over his blatant reading of her mind but Mara jabbed a knuckle into one of the holes Sulley had made. The expression of pain that passed over the ragged pale face was enough.
She stood back a step and focused again. Mara could feel the sluggishness her first assault had caused. The blood was barely moving and the heart felt weak. Mara seized upon the two and let loose with her ability. What little blood he had left came flying out of the holes made by Sulley in startling geysers of precious life fluid. Sulley and Mara were both covered by the substance. When there was no more than a mere trickle left and the man was easily dead Mara focused on the heart and work it until it gave out. No sense in taking chances. Blood covered and strangly calm Mara's eyes opened to survey her work. |
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Post by Sulley on Dec 23, 2009 18:17:37 GMT -5
Sulley squinted, stifling a grimace as the hot blood splattered on his face. He had the sudden urge to dart out his tongue and taste it. His tongue was halfway out of his mouth before he glanced sideways at the woman and then pulled it back in. A curiosity for another day.
He freed one fist from the man's collar and set the edge of his hand against the body's throat, slitting trachea and jugular just enough to make sure the fellow was really dead before he dropped the body, smiling faintly as he eyed his ruined outfit.
"Not bad."
He quirked an eyebrow at her, and the smile disappeared as he wiped his hands against his thighs and stepped around her towards the door.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Dec 23, 2009 18:32:37 GMT -5
Mara stared at the dead carcass for a minute before realizing she was covered in the man's blood. However she wasn't disgusted as you might think from the look on her face. In fact she was fairly ambivalent about the fact as she turned around to follow Sulley. She'd prepared herself for just this from the moment she set foot in the camp. Killing didn't affect her. She didn't want more but she wasn't going to shy from it either. It was a cold dead feeling.
More important now was cleaning up. Both Sulley and Mara wore the evidence of their deed like a macabre sheet, covered as they were in blood. The body wasn't important. No, in fact the blood wasn't that important either. It was simple rather uncomfortable to walk around caked in swiftly drying blood. The river or lake would be ideal for removing the offensive material. Whichever they went to was up to Sulley. |
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