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A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Thread Started on Apr 6, 2009, 12:56pm »
PIERCE TRENT SPIRIDON!
I was lying, THIS IS DEFEAT.
He'd been here for months now. A horrible feeling still as sharp as the day the girl he loved disappeared. He didn't know if she was dead or just didn't love him anymore. But, completely drunk, he could see why she wouldn't want him. He was a wimp, a coward, a sorry little pussy who couldn't kill a fly. What use was an uneducated high-school failure who had run away from his own family? Who loved him and cared for him? What type of person wanted a man so engrossed in the mafia that whoever he loved would be in constant danger? How could he have been so stupid? He had loved Skye so dearly that he didn't see what peril he was placing her directly in. He didn't see that she didn't fit into the Hearts, that she was constantly having problems and feeling unloved.
He didn't see anything. He was too consumed in his hero-morals and the ideal that everything would work out. But now, left a husk in a run down, over run city with nothing to comfort him but the bottle of whiskey in one hand, sullen dark brown eyes barely lifting to look around the bar. Jon had been worried at first, but it had been nearly a year since Skye had left, and every night since had been downing whiskey and barely bothering to come home. You can't salvage what doesn't want to be saved, and eventually no one could talk him out of his stupor. The gang, all of them in their tight-knit family ways had all come after him, one by one, to try to cheer him up. Local call girls who knew his story had offered to do anything they could.
Some heart-broken girls of the other gangs, seeing such a sad sight, thought they could heal his heart. But they too eventually gave up when all he could manage to do was stare weakly at them. The vibrant, hopeless hero known as Pierce Spiridon had left with Skye. Her note had told him that he should move on, forget about her. She had this feeling he would, but for a year he hadn't. The only reason he wasn't dead was because the bartender had known him from before he lost Skye, and took care of him. He kept a cot in the back for Pierce, and fed him whatever he could spare, which wasn't much, but Pierce wasn't never hungry much anymore.
Pierce's few friends had all seemed to fade away. Mack had disappeared, along with her brother Ace, and he'd told his own gang that they should just disband him from their ranks. But Jon had refused. Grapevine had told him a lot of things had changed. Bligh had become the King of Rogues, Linda had left Jon, Ruki and Seth were a couple. The Order had a new King and Queen, Blaze and Ghoul, and so did the Diamonds. Eicca and Brendon. He'd heard that Emily, the adorable, sweet young Zues member had found an equally sweet Poseidon. Life seemed to pass him by, but somehow he couldn't muster enough to care. He was still in great shape, he ran whenever he wasn't drunk, which he tried to avoid but sometimes couldn't help when the emotions got too thick.
He wondered where he'd been right now if Skye was still here, and he couldn't help but envy that alternate Pierce. His hair was longer, but he still shaved his face. Light had left his eyes long ago, but somewhere deep down he knew that good-spirited Pierce was still alive, somewhere in the dark depths of loss and misery. He just had this strong feeling no one could ever save that poor spirit. Sighing, he pushed aside the whiskey, tired of the burn in his throat, and looked half-heartedly at the bartender, who smiled softly back. At least one person hadn't deserted him, but as to why he was still unsure. His eyes shifted to the back room. "I'm going to take a shower." and the man nodded before letting Pierce behind the counter and into the other room.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #1 on Apr 6, 2009, 1:18pm »
Skye hadn't taken the decision of leaving lightly. She didn't belong with the hearts anymore--- and she knew the only place for her was Canada. Why Canada? She hadn't known. But the farther she was away from Pierce, the better. Although she loved him, she had realized how much she distracted him from what he was meant to do. The "bad ass" reputation she carried with her when she was with him had dwindled to a mere nothing. People looked down at her, called her out for the tramp she probably was. Even though she never had a reputation of BEING a tramp, disabling Pierce from his gangly duties sure as hell ranked her as one within that "tight knit family" the man had always raved about. Tight knit was so far from the truth, though.
It had been a year since she had taken the road out of the life she completely dispised. She left the gang high and dry. And she'd left Pierce with nothing more than the memory of her existance. And of course the pain stricken note on his pillow. Things hadn't gone as smoothly as she thought they would have been. She wound up in another gang, one that was a hell of a lot more dangerous than the hearts. She'd become a ruthless bitch. People respected her more than anyone else had ever respected her in her life. Her skills were sharp. She knew how to wield a gun, and on top of everything else-- she was their only female member. Of course she was sought after by everyone with a dick, but they'd learned to leave her alone. If they didn't... well, you know what the consequences were. She'd left her heart back in the hearts. She had left it, with Pierce.
Even though he might not have known it yet, he would soon. Lights passed through the window of the train. Bumps here and there sent her bouncing in her seat. If life was so great in Canada, why in the hell had she decided to return to the Hearts? The other gang didn't let her off easy, though. They swore they'd come and take her back one day. And honestly, it wouldn't surprise the girl if one of them was tracking her right this moment. She also didn't know what she was coming home to. Guilt wracked her brows, as she thought about the consequences she was returning to. Maybe things had changed. Maybe they hadn't. She'd just have to see. Fiddling with the silver band on her thumb-- she fidgeted in her seat again for the thousandth time. What if Pierce HAD moved on? Well, she'd be coming home for nothing then.
She was soulless now. A girl with a mission, a gun, and a hell of a lot of rage. She knew she wouldn't be welcome back with open arms. She didn't even know if she'd be welcomed back at all. But it was a chance she was willing to take. Life was great, sure.... but waking up alone.. it got to her eventually. Not to say she never thought about Pierce, or didn't glance at the picture she kept in her wallet more than a million times a day. She knew he had to be apart of her life. And if she had to, she'd kill whatever bitch he was with to get him back. The girl had changed. And things were going to change again once she got back in the city. Glancing briefly at the passing signs, she read fifteen miles till she was back. Fifteen miles until she saw his face again. In her head, she prayed he wasn't dead.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #2 on Apr 6, 2009, 2:17pm »
PIERCE TRENT SPIRIDON!
and the world stopped turning, FOR YOU AND ME
If you've ever heard that old myth, then you'd know how he felt right about now. Farmers say that if you leave a turkey outside during a rainstorm, it'll literally stare up at the sky, in wonder, mouth agape, until it well...drowns. As Pierce shed his clothing, he tossed them in the combination dryer/washer and stepped into the pelting spray of cold water in the shower. He didn't care much for warm showers, they made him too comfortable and left his mind to wander to other things. At first he'd try to scold himself with blazing hot water, but the bartender always yelled at him when he came out with welts along his broader-now chest. Cold water didn't leave marks. Cold water was his friend.
He ran his long fingers through his long hair, rubbed in a handful of shampoo and conditioner before scrubbing his body down with soap and then washing it all off. He watched as the suds floated down the drain and wondered, again as he had a million times, what it would be like to just disappear into the water lines. Or if he could be like those turkeys, and drown himself in the shower. He wasn't suicidal, just cynical. He'd had too much to live for, he lied to himself. Turning off the shower, he grabbed a frayed towel from the rack, wrung his hair dry and headed toward the clothes machine. It had finished it's quick-wash cycle, and was now 2/3's into it's drying cycle. Pulling open the door and feeling his clothing, they were mostly dry.
He redressed, listening to the dimmed chatter of the bar on the other side of the wall and sighed. He didn't know how he planned to spend the rest of the night, and wondered if he could help around the bar. He did that almost every night, for no pay. The man had taken good care of him, and Pierce wasn't one who liked to be indebted. Plus the smiling, drunken faces of the customers often put his on a slightly better edge. Maybe after that he'd go for another jog. He managed six miles a day, 3 in the morning and another 3 at night, but also ran errands through-out the day for Spencer, the owner of the bar.
He stepped out from the barely lit back room into the fluorescent, bright side of Moonshine and wandered over toward Spence. "Need any help, my friend?" he asked. Pierce had grown another three inches in the last year, very close to being 7 feet tall. He towered over almost everyone, and he kept the bar in line pretty well. The regulars, the call girls, they all knew that Pierce would watch out for them when the newbies came in, expecting cheap whores and bar fights. It wasn't hard to bruise a man's ego when you could pick him up by the collar of his shirt and drop him outside, like a small child. He grabbed up his whiskey from behind the counter, where the tender had placed it for safekeeping, took a swig and set it back down, recapping it.
"Yeah, can you just wait those three tables in the corner?" He was asked, and nodded. He pulled his long hair back into a pony tail and put on the closest thing to a smile he had. "How many I help you fine gents?" he asked the three business men sitting in one of the corner booths. After they gave him their drink and food orders, he smiled and turned away, heading toward the back to fill their requests. He passed Liza, a friendly sixteen year old who was a master at mixing drinks and exchanged "how're you's" with her before continue back into the cooler. A lot of people had suggested to him that Liza had a crush on Pierce, but he couldn't ever seem to think of romance. He'd loved one girl, and he still loved her. Would always love her.
But he did make sure to watch out for Liza, kicking out any punks who tried anything when she delivered their drinks. He took care of nearly every regular around here, and as in the gang, everyone soon had grown to love Pierce. Despite his far-off gaze, and sometimes hopeless attitude, Pierce was Pierce; he was always loved somewhere. But, somehow, none of that seemed to matter anymore.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #3 on Apr 6, 2009, 2:49pm »
Skye was headed for moonshine. The place wasn't a nightclub, but a bar that had amazing fries. And fries is just what this girl needed. Especially if she planned to infiltrate the Hearts' headquarters. She sullenly wondered if her room had been given to someone else, or if someone who actually liked her-- had saved what was left of the god forsaken place for her JUST in case she decided to come back. The train slowed, eventually to a halt. Her heart, or what was left of it, hammered in her chest. You could say she was nervous to step back into this city... the place where never ending wars raged, and the place she called home. Flipping her hair back into messy shambles, Skye grabbed her stuff off the floor and headed towards the doors swinging hopelessly off their hinges. Bright green eyes peered around, hoping she would see someone she knew. But knowing no one even knew she was back. She halfheartedly hoped that psychic she knew back in the day would be waiting for her. Or if maybe Pierce had Skye esp, and knew she'd be back in town.
A sigh escaped her chapped lips-- a souvenir she had brought with her from Canada's always chilled weather. Stepping down off the platform, she kept her head downcast. It wouldn't do to get jumped the moment she got there, right? In any case, the girl made her way towards the rent-a-car building. Maybe if she was lucky, she'd get one of those smokin red Ferrari's she'd stolen when she was in Canada. Without hesitation she pushed open the door and moseyed in like she owned the place. I mean, now she could drive! Wouldn't that knock the pants off everyone she formerly knew? Of course it would. She was less dependable on everyone else now, and more dependable on herself. She'd see how that would work out when she finished her little trip to moonshine.
She gave the man a nod when he asked, and promptly went through all the makes of cars he would be able to rent her. She didn't care-- a car was a car. She took the first one he'd suggested-- the one with the CD player. Shaking her head, and smiling without actually smiling at the man, she took her keys and waited out front for whoever was going to bring her her rental. Chances were she wasn't going to return it anyway. So she figured she'd wait with patience. Clicking her tongue, she watched as the vehicle came into vision. It was a nice-- black, with a sleek leather interior. She loved it already. "Well, Mrs. Johnson enjoy your vacation!" The man shut off the engine, took his pair of keys and stepped out giving her a wide eyed, maniacal smile. He either enjoyed his job way more than he was supposed to, or he just wanted to leave.
Throwing her shit in the backseat, Skye stepped in, shut the door, and turned on the engine. Filtering through her mess of CD's she chose the ever amazing Joan Jett, and sped off in hopes of making it to moonshine before the place got too cluttered with drunken businessmen whose only purpose there was to pick up young subtle whores who were willing to do everything in their power to take their money. Ah, the joys of being back in the city. One hand on the wheel, one hand out the window with a cigarette placed conveniently between her fingers, she sped down the road.
Part of her was a tad paranoid about being back here. Her gut twisted with suspicion. And every corner she turned, every road she sped down, she felt like prying eyes were waiting until she arrived at her destination. It wasn't a splendid feeling, but at least she knew SOMEONE knew she was back in town and ready to kick someones ass. Her eyes widened as she pulled into the bars parking lot. Stopping at the entrance, honks reverberated from behind her. Yeah, she was holding up traffic. What a way to kick off being back! People already wanted to skin her hide. But that car.... the one she'd locked eyes on when she first pulled in... she'd seen it somewhere before. Now, Skye had one of the best memories around-- Pierce joked with her all the time that she had the memory of an elephant; but for the life of her, she couldn't pick it out. That alone made her nervous as all hell to go in.
Eventually, she made the choice to park-- right next to that car. Stepping out, she put out her cigarette and she entered the building. It was packed like she thought it would be. But, there was no one in sight that she thought she knew. This was going to a great start to her night. "And now, we'll start from scratch." She said to herself. Pulling down her striped dress so the pervs couldn't see passed her knees, she entered the madhouse further.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #4 on Apr 6, 2009, 3:25pm »
PIERCE TRENT SPIRIDON!
i had the whole world in my hands, BUT I LET IT SLIP AWAY
He hummed lowly to himself as he filled the drink order, two light beers, one regular, and six shots of cherry vodka. These guys were celebrating something, for sure. Lining them up neatly on a circular silver tray, he headed out through the swinging doors after replacing all the bottles, Pierce had gotten to be somewhat of a neat freak. Continuing to hum to the music filtering moderately high throughout the speakers, he set the drink tray on the edge of the booth and distributed the drinks. They offered their thanks, and picking up the tray again, he smiled and walked back toward the bar. Holding the tray with one hand, he grasped the whiskey in the other. The burn had faded from his belly, and he felt cold inside once again. But here he noticed a percentage of liquor missing from the clear glass bottle.
Quirking an eyebrow, he turned and looked over at one of the shier waitresses, barely fourteen, who eyed him back sheepishly. He tossed a glance toward the bottle and she followed his eyes and nodded. He scowled, took another deep gulp of the liquid fire and continued into the back, once again, to return the tray. He'd tell Max, the bartender, later, about the girl's habit. He wasn't a tattle-tale, but that girl was way too young to start off the bad habits now. He'd have to watch her more closely. Sighing, he sunk into one of the bar stools and laid his forehead against the smooth black surface of the counter. Someone prodded his head and he looked up to see Tyler poking him. Here the guy had been trying to wipe down the counter, and he was getting head prints all over it.
He mumbled an apology and leaned back, letting his head loll back slightly. The emotions were crowding in, and he was quickly running out of whiskey. He grimaced mentally, knowing he couldn't afford another tonight. But he so desperately wanted to get drunk, wanted these images of a porcelain face gone from his mind. He loved her so badly it hurt, and today it stung worse than normal. He normally went through a bottle of liquor in two to three days, but he'd started this one this evening, and it had been only two hours since then. He knew he only have about an eighth left, and kept his eyes closed. The only problem with calling it a day, and going in to sleep was that she'd haunt his dreams too; as she did every night.
He still had her note. It was in his room back at headquarters. He hadn't been home for nearly three weeks, and Jon had lately been trying to call the bar. Spencer often assured his King that he was fine, just a little forlorn. Fine, such a funny, faulty word. So untrue, but so perfect to describe his emotions. Everything was fine, but nothing was right.
Sighing a final time, he opened his eyes and straightened his neck, only to come face to face with a brand new, unopened bottle of Grey Goose. He eyed Max, waiting for the order of who to bring it to, but Max just smiled lightly and walked away. This was probably one of the nicest things he'd had given to him for a long time, not counting Max and Spence taking him in. Grabbing the bottle by the neck, he headed toward the back of the bar, and the rear exit, hugging Max slightly on the way past. Exiting the back rear door, which was a dismantled fire exit, he basked in the cold, bright-moon night as he walked away from the bar and parking lot. Sitting on the edge of the parking lot, where he knew no one would bother him, he sat down on the curb and broke the seal on the bottle.
Smiling, he took a long gulp and lied back on the sidewalk, looking up at the stars. He wouldn't be out here for too long, just enough to clear his head. The bar was too warm for him anyways. Besides, he'd barely taken a break all day. AS he took another deep gulp of the drink, he let his eyes wander lazily shut. They burned mildly, and he rubbed them half-heatedly with one hand. He hadn't slept very much for the last few months. The first few months after she...he couldn't even bear to say her name, he'd stayed in her old room, sleeping, dreaming, drinking, thinking nothing of her. He'd slept almost eighteen hours a day, the other few wandering around in the darkness looking for fights and any reminders of her. But everything, he found, reminded him of her.
She was the inescapable variable of his life. With her, he was everything, without her he was nothing. He'd made Jon promise he'd keep her room, if only just for Pierce's sanity. And the King had agreed. It'd been that way, untouched since he spent those first couple months sleeping in her bed. But after a while, her scent on the pillows became too much to bear, and he'd slept less and less. He'd stay out all night to subconsciously avoid having to come home to an empty room. One night he'd just crashed in his own room, barely awake enough to know if it was his room or even a building. It was then, after waking up in his room alone, he knew the gang headquarters didn't comfort him any more. Too many sweet memories, and they were drowning him.
He hadn't had enough money to pay for a hotel, so he'd taken to sleeping in parks, and eventually Max had found him and offered him shelter in Moonshine. The call girls, regulars, all the workers had known him, and when he turned up missing, they not only understood why he hadn't gone home, but had eagerly taken him in. It was his one reminder that he wasn't invisible, that he wouldn't just float away one day and never be seen, or missed, again. He took another long swallow. One fourth of the bottle was already gone but her face was still as clear as day.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #5 on Apr 6, 2009, 4:13pm »
Skye hadn't noticed anything yet. As far as the members of her old gang being in the same place at the same time with her. Which, was, quite a relief. She didn't even know if she was even going to go through what she planned on doing. Making her way to the bar, she noticed the empty bottle of whiskey. Did whiskey sound good to her at the moment? She had to think about it for a second before decided against it. What looked like the manager of the place, AKA the bartender made his way as well behind the bar. Locking eyes with him, his mouth agape, he came over to her. "What can I ... what can I get you?" He studdered a bit. Throwing the girl into that suspicious cycle again. Cocking her head to the side, she went to say something but stopped herself. No way was she going to ask if she knew him. For all she knew, he probably was apart of the hearts now. And the way he was looking at her, made her think so too. She almost asked how Pierce was. If he was with another woman. Or if he was buried in the cemetery she had visited shortly before she took off to another country.
Instead, she decided she would get fries, and only fries. If something changed her mind about going to the headquarters, then she'd mostly order a drink or two then call it a night. "Uh... yeah. Can I just get a basket of fries and a water on the rocks?" If she hadn't asked, she probably wouldn't have gotten ice with it. That's how it was in Canada, anyway. After he nodded his head, a look of shock and surprise STILL on his face, the girl spun around on the bar stool. Everyone who wore one of those trademark business shirts ALL had the same looks on their faces. Did they all now take part in the gang? And if they did, how the hell could they know her? "Hah, maybe they have a wall of shame, and I'm the first picture up there." That had to be it. She couldn't have possibly known all these people who were giving her the looks of ... well. She didn't know how they were looking at her. But it sure as hell looked as if they knew her.
Or maybe she just LOOKED like someone they knew. Her eyes downcast, she spun back around just in time to receive her big basket of greasy fries, and her tall glass of iced water. "Thanks." She has to shout over the music for the bartender to hear her. He smiled in short, and scurried away. Did she have something on her face? Running her hand down her cheek, she felt nothing. Just smooth skin, and little, unimaginable tiny threads of blond hair. Shaking off the initial response to her presence, she looked down at her food. They didn't seem as appetizing as they once were anymore. But dig in, she did. It seemed as if her coming back was just one big fat huge mistake. "I'm probably known for putting everyone's knight in shiny armor in the grave." Though, why she kept referring to HER knight in shining armor as dead, she still couldn't grasp. Maybe if he was, it'd be easier to leave again. If he was alive, well and with someone else... well, Skye didn't know if she could leave again without having to use her newly acquired skills on said whore.
Cockily glancing around the place, a single fry hanging from her mouth, all eyes turned away from her again. People were going about their business now. They paid no mind to her at all. But as soon as she spun back around to face the back wall of the bar, she could feel their prying eyes again. "You know, I'm really getting unfuckingcomfortable. And its rude to stare! Didn't your mothers ever teach you that fucking phrase? God!" Apparently, she was loud enough. Because she felt all those stares start to fade away. That, and her stomach settled just a tad bit. Oh yeah, no one was gonna mess with her in here again. Hopefully. If she even had the will to stay again. Just thinking about how she was going to be rejected by everyone... especially him if he was still around, was pretty much enough to make her feel as if she was going to vomit back up all those fries she shoved in her mouth. But she kept picking at them, munching off the ends. The girl was procrastinating. And she was also more than paranoid because of all the people here. Claustrophobia was going to set in if she didn't make up her mind soon.
Shoving the glass of water back into the bartenders directions, she exclaimed she didn't want it anymore. And, she wasn't going to be paying for it either. Instead, she wanted something strong. "The strongest liquor you have." She had said to him. Apparently, she sounded like someone else to him, cause he knew just exactly what to get her. Half a glass of whiskey. Skye nodded her appreciation to him, and likely chugged half the glass down. She wasn't really paying attention to her intake. She'd take anything to drive off the inhumane thoughts that were making their way into her brainwaves. And by inhumane, she was thinking of how she was going to get treated once everyone rediscovered her existence. She was probably shamed, and banned from ever being in their territory again. She had crossed them pretty bad. Up and leaving without a word to anyone. And she couldn't even think about how bad she'd hurt the only person who'd ever really loved her in her entire life.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #6 on Apr 6, 2009, 5:15pm »
PIERCE TRENT SPIRIDON!
they will never understand, WHAT EATS AT OUR INSIDES
His memories kept increasing as the bottle kept decreasing. Half of the bottle was gone, or if you were an optimist, half of it was still there. He couldn't really care. He just knew half was in his stomach, slowly seeping into his brain to pickle it in booze. But his brain had to be used to the damage by now. The song that had been playing in the bar, nameless but one of those tunes everyone knew, was still stuck in his head. He sang a few lines under his breath, afraid if he raised his voice any higher he might get a boot thrown at it, like those cartoons where the cat meows and the mean old neighbor knocks it one with his steel-toed boot out the window. He felt a little like that right now, dejected, kicked to the floor. But he had for a year now.
He didn't feel drunk what-so-ever, but when he went to take another gulp the bottle missed his mouth and instead sloshed down his collar. Cursing, he sat up, and recapped the bottle. If he drank any more, he might suffer alcohol poisoning and they'd never let him near a bottle again. He tried to get up, but simply fell back down on the curb, hard. Running his fingers through his now loose pony-tail, he took out the hair band and redid it with ungraceful fingers. It felt like brain surgery on a mouse using nothing but your bare fingers; not very successful. He finally gave up, stringing the hair band over his wrist one again and running his hands through the thick waves of hair that threatened to consume his hands. But, he had to admit, he had very soft hair.
Some of the smaller children who's drunken parents thought it a good experience for their children to play in a bar always liked to comb it, and Pierce could do nothing but oblige. He'd let them comb it, tie it up and re-comb it, holding their shot classes full of soda (the mugs were too heavy for their little hands) while they had their fun. Except Pierce was so tall he was required to sit on the floor and whatever little child up on a bar stool, he still didn't mind. He looked down at the Grey Goose and then away from it, scolding his mind for wanting more when he couldn't even stand up. Maybe a coke or pepsi would clear his head up, that was free to him. So, once again he tried to get up, and actually succeeded this time. Ground, 2, Pierce 1. That was still considered a win in his book.
Walking back to the back exit, he pulled open the door and let the loose hydrolics nearly hit him in the ass on the way in. Some days, you just couldn't win. He looked at his lonesome cot, near the opposite wall of the walk in fridge, and considered simply going to sleep. Max or Spence wouldn't mind, he'd been working almost double-overtime the past few weeks. Work seemed to get his mind off of many things. He walked over to his cot, wrapped the Grey Goose bottle in his forest green woolen blanket and replaced it in the dip the material made. A pillow had fallen onto the floor and he scooped it up, replacing it on the cot before sighing and turning back toward the bar. AS he passed through the swinging doors, Max caught his arm. He'd been looking down and nearly bumped into one of the customers.
Max just shook his head and asked Pierce to get another half glass of whiskey for the girl, sitting at the last bar stool toward the wall. The one with the fries. Pierce didn't really bother to look, just went back toward the cooler, grabbed a short glass, poured the whiskey and returned to the bar. He placed the glass in front of the vaguely familiar girl, and was about to turn around and walk away when it hit him. Slowly, he glanced back, and his heart leapt into his throat. A sound like something between a squeak and a sigh escaped his lips, and for the first moment in a year, something came to life in his eyes. He took a step forward until he was directly in front of her and cleared his throat lightly. He'd been waiting for this moment, he'd spent nights wandering the streets alone, wondering just where she had left him to go.
Had she fallen in love with another man? It was certainly possible. Had she had someone else in her heart all along? Had she been hurt while she was gone? Had she left him behind, not only physically but mentally? None of this had occurred to him. His only thoughts had been if they found each other, everything could go back to normal. Only now was he starting to think he was wrong. He looked at himself mentally, a drunk who couldn't stand, hurt buried in his heart, his eyes empty. He looked at this almost stranger who meant the world to him. How had she changed? And what did it mean for them? How could he possibly think of any of that, when she was right here in front of him? It was all that really seemed to matter, he wanted to tell himself. But it wasn't all that mattered. It was more than what mattered, it was his life.
His entire existence wasn't complete without her, he was just a machine that needed electricity, a spark. Without it, he was just another lump of metal, another scrap of flesh. He said something then, something he thought he'd never have a chance to say again. A single word fell from his lips, something that meant more to the word but probably couldn't be heard over the din of mad chatter and the steady pulse of the music. He looked at her, taking in everything about her, knowing under all the different features, hoping, praying that this was still the girl he loved. And that she still loved him. This girl who he couldn't bear to mention for fear of just crying, of just dying a little more inside. But here she was, like nothing and everything had changed, and all eyes now were on the two people who had been separated by much more than distance. He wondered if she'd come back home to him alive, or even come back home. Or if he'd read her obituary one of these days and know his only reason for life had just vanished from it.
He spoke the one word that made everything fall into place. "Skye..."
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #7 on Apr 6, 2009, 6:01pm »
It was really pretty simple. The only thing Skye had on her mind was headquarters, and if she'd run into Pierce along her sweep of the place. Or maybe he was already gone. Or dead. Or worse. She didn't know. The girl hadn't even had the decency to write. To let him know she was alive and well, and on her way to something better. Although, she was far from better. If anything, everything had gotten worse for her. At least while enrolled in the hearts, she had female colleagues. Friends, if she could call them that. Staring at her empty glass, and her half eaten basket of fries, things seemed to have gotten way too quiet for their own good. In all honesty, it creeped her out just a little bit. But Skye decided to shake off that paranoia. To own up to the woman that she'd become. She was a killer. And a thief. And she cursed like a fucking trucker. But that's what summed her up into half a person.
The other half of her, was sweet and kind. Who people always referred to as "their savior". Their knight in shining armor. And she had left him behind, along with the rest of her old life. She smiled to herself, thinking of the night he baked her a cake, just because she was frazzled about ... what was it she was pissed about? Oh, she couldn't remember. She'd broken so many rules the hearts were going to kick her out themselves. Instead, she opted for leaving. Better to make a reputation for herself, than live through the humility of being kicked out on her ass. And it worked out well for her, at least for awhile. She'd lost sight of Bligh, the man who initially decided to hop on a train with her to nowheresville. And she hadn't made any acquaintances. And her head was always filled with the "What if's" between her and Pierce.
She was actually... really irked. As far as she knew, he hadn't even come to find her. He just let her go. Maybe he was never in love with her at all. Perhaps, he was just a friend who cared more than the rest. In any case, she had never let him go. Not once. Even though it was HER choice to leave. The ice in her glass began to melt away. Just like her initial urge to storm into the Hearts headquarters to see if they'd take her back. Her courage, was melting away with her ego. All of a sudden, her glass was taken from her. And of course, in natural Skye fashion, she had something to say about it. Without even bothering to look up, because she couldn't; the girl cursed. "About goddamn time someone came over here to help me. I swear, I got better service from a bunch of french speaking----"
and then she cut herself off. Why? That cologne.... she hadn't smelled it on him before. That bartender. Was he even WEARING cologne? Maybe she was just too full of herself to notice at the time. And now that she was, at least, just a little bit tipsy.... maybe her senses were finally kicking into gear. Who the hell knew? The empty glass was then replaced by another one. And she'd hadn't seen his figure move away. Was he staring at her again? What the hell was it with these people in this bar? It hadn't ever been like this before. At least, not all the times she'd come in here for a drink with Pierce. But maybe that was just it. Maybe, people were afraid of Pierce, and therefore, wouldn't even bother to make conversation with his woman. It didn't matter anyhow. She knew how to take care of herself if one of these drunken men wanted a piece of her. Oh, and a piece of her they'd get.
After a few minutes, her untouched new glass of whiskey never moved. She was looking down; completely fixated on her fries. It kind of made it look like her bark was worse than her bite. And honestly, Skye was getting fed up with the thoughts in her head. "Thank you, but, you can go away now." She spoke, without looking up even once. And then she heard her name. Or at least, she THOUGHT, she heard her name. The girl couldn't really tell. It was hard to hear in there, for one. And for another, she was so paranoid it was silly. Of course she heard her name. People were following her, remember? Her picture was up on the wall of shame in the Heart's headquarters. "Yeah, so you've heard of me. Mind telling me where you got that cologne?" And then she looked up. Eyes instantly finding and locking with those of Pierces'. Her heart dropped into her stomach, and she thought she'd throw up all over again.
What a welcoming gift that would be for him! Skye found she couldn't say a damn thing. It was like her voice box had short circuited, and she needed a replacement. Her hands went numb where they laid on the bar counter, and she couldn't rip her eyes away from his. She needed to get out of her, she needed to bolt. But the girl couldn't find the strength in her legs to carry her out in a hurry. The eyes she felt on her back returned, and she could tell that was the reason why they were all so intent on making her feel uncomfortable. It was a possibility that everyone in here knew her, because... well... he worked here now. Or at least, filled in part time. "So many places in town to get a drink... and I chose this one. Any idea why?" That was all she said to him. Typical Skye fashion, of course. She had always said the wrong things, at the wrong times. She never got anything right. Especially, where Pierce was concerned.
And then she was finally able to feel her fingers again. They slid across the counter the the glass he'd brought her no more than a few minutes before, and she chugged it straight the fuck down. Now what was she going to do? She couldn't pick up and leave again after this...
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #8 on Apr 6, 2009, 7:56pm »
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He just stood there, a bit dumbfounded, waiting for her to notice him. She went off into a rant about french people and for a moment, the younger Pierce laughed. Just like Skye. Maybe, somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he was hoping, hoping, hoping that maybe she wasn't all that different. That maybe she'd realized a mistake and came back. Maybe she missed him. Or maybe she'd just come back for her things, or to visit and tell him how great of a life she was having somewhere else. With someone else. And then she stopped speaking, mid-sentence, as she realized the same thing he had. Or, for a moment, he thought she had. But then she just told him to leave and asked him where he had gotten his cologne, the one he remember so well that she loved.
She said something to him, along the lines of how even though there were so many places to drink, she had chosen this one, and then asked him if he had any idea why. He wasn't sure how to respond to that, if she had double-meaning to those few sentences, but he knew there could only be one answer. Clearing his throat again to get his voice back, he tasted the grey goose like some far off memory in the back of his mouth. "There's only one answer I can think of, and that's because of fate" Okay, now had that sounded corny or WHAT? He felt one of those silly, stupid smiles spread over his face that she always brought out in him, from when she was being playful to when she was ready to tear someone's head off.
He instantly thought my Skye, but then thought, what if she isn't MY Skye anymore and knew he'd rather kill whoever that possibly was than see whoever it was who took her from his arms take her again. And then he watched her down a shot of whiskey in one gulp, much the way he'd come to do. The people in the bar around them were eying them curiously, nearly everyone knowing what had occurred between these two and never expecting to see what they were currently. It was like the world's best soap opera. He had to laugh as he leaned on the table and studied Skye. How he'd missed the contours of her face, the fierce fire in her eyes. Everything that made her the woman he loved was still there, if not a little stronger.
"So, Skye, I know this is probably a stupid question, but where've you been? I missed you." Pierce had turned into a person, over the past year, who spoke his mind. He wasn't as timid or politically correct as he'd been before, and he wondered how she'd react. Besides, he had every right to know, after been only given a note and too many sad memories. She hadn't even bothered to wake him up that night, or give him one more kiss. But he wouldn't stopped her if she had, he knew that, and wondered why it never occurred to him to follow her. Selfishly, he'd been overwhelmed by his feelings, once again. Maybe he hadn't changed as much as he thought he had. He thought of apologizing, but didn't know where to start.
She had always thought he was too apologetic, hadn't she? Well, she was right. But he did a lot of stupid things, and if he hadn't apologized half the times he had, he'd probably have a mob after him. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, and Pierce used to have the best. I guess it had just made his descent so much quicker. He wondered what to do, how to show her he wasn't the weakling he used to be. Or was he? How much had he changed, other than alienate, again, those he loved? Maybe he hadn't changed, except for being more selfish. Should he be bold, like kiss her to death like he'd always dreamed of doing, or would that further upset her? If she had someone she loved, that would just be forcing himself on her. And he wouldn't stoop to that level, if it was the case.
Should he just leave? Walk out of here and hide from the things that were going to be said, one way or another? Just leave, walk away, go to his cot, down the rest of his vodka and dream that they were how they had been a year or so ago? It sounded much easier than this, especially since he was partially tipping to one side. Way too much to drink. Should he be angry, yell at her and tell how stupid she was and in how much danger she could've gotten herself into, or maybe already had? That one sounded best, but he just couldn't bring himself to raise his voice to her. Or maybe he could. He didn't know, he was such a wimp. But yelling at a woman never made you a man, so he doubted it would now. Just probably more along the lines of a jerk?
Why hadn't he gone after her? Why hadn't he stretched his search limits farther than what he knew? Had it been because he was too afraid? Too stupid? Maybe she's been nestled somewhere outside the city limits, waiting for her knight in shining armor. Some hero he was. If she was with someone, whoever that person was was probably much better for her. He should've just turned and walked away, but again, selfishness kicked in. He loved her too much to walk away from her, not now, not ever. Had she ever loved him? Or was she just not as clingy as he was? Was he over thinking this? Probably. Most of their relationship, all he had thought about was making her happy, but maybe he was just telling himself that, maybe he was doing it for his own happiness.
Maybe she was like a butterfly with her wings pinned, or a bird in a cage, loved severely, gorgeous to look at and treasured religiously, but miserable? But then, why would she have come back? Maybe she was angry at him? Maybe she wanted revenge, and...so far he couldn't blame her. If she killed him, right here, right now, he wasn't sure if he'd mind it. He wasn't even sure he'd feel a thing physically, he was so faced. But here he was, again, in his own head, paying attention to only his own thoughts. He looked at her again, over come with happiness, and wondered if she was happy to see him. He tried to decipher her facial expression, but the walls just wouldn't stop spinning, around and around.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #9 on Apr 6, 2009, 8:31pm »
Again, she felt numb. Sort of. Her sarcastic ass attitude was definitely going to kick in at any moment now. Either that, or somewhere the lines of recklessness. He'd grown. He wasn't really a boy anymore, and she could see that. She'd missed his birthday, and he'd missed hers, so they were both what, eighteen now? Something changed, she could see that in him. His eyes were more determined now than ever. The passion they both had for each other had definitely grown with her departing. So maybe it was a good thing she did take off. "You want to ask ME questions?" She could feel the rage bottling up inside of her. Skye, now, was more impatient than ever. And it showed. The girl who always carried around a gun, now carried two. One of either sides of her hips, and of course, snugged into the top portion of her underwear. At first, she could feel her hand sliding down to retrieve one, but then she stopped herself. The girl didn't want to make a scene. Scenes were for the bedroom, and nowhere else.
"I went to Canada. I was forced into a gang there. I got sick of the cold. And I'm pregnant with some serial killers child. Nice to see you again too, babe." The light in her eyes came back, slightly. And she could see a faint red tint tinging his cheeks. But he was smiling in his eyes, that much, she could see. "I didn't have a choice, you know. To leave. Your King was ready to kick my ass out on the streets anyway...." But she did have a choice. She could have just... sucked up, like the rest of them did. But she wasn't the kiss ass type. Skye, was the type to kick ass. Not kiss it. Especially not to get into someone elses good graces. Glancing around the bar, it truly did look as if this was a scene from a soap opera. Peeking around the corner, she saw a door that led to... somewhere else. "You work here, right?" She was trying... so hard, not to cry. Not to show him how much she actually missed him.
And really, she disregarded the whole 'I missed you' statement that came out of his mouth. She knew he lived here, at least some of the time. After all, his hair was still damp from the shower he'd most likely taken before she got here. It wasn't hard to fit the pieces together. She was a smart cookie. Standing up, and wiping crumbs from her demolished fries off of the dress she had specifically gotten for a moment like this... she ducked down under the bar slab, and stood up on his side. Grabbing him by the belt loop, acting as if she was going to rip his head off, she dragged him into the back room. She saw the cot, his clothes sprawled out across the floor and all that jazz. A light smile played upon her heart shaped face. And then she shook her head. The girl didn't even realize the probable curiosity she'd put on the crowd out front. All she knew, and all she cared about, was this moment. "Why didn't you come after me?"
Skye saw it now. That he was a wreck. That he hadn't fallen for anyone while she was living it up in another country. Well, living it up was an overstatement, but at the moment she didn't care what he thought of her. All she wanted, was his answer. "I thought you were the kind of person, Pierce, to fight for what you wanted. I don't know if I was right about you, or I was wrong about you." Lifting her dress, just slightly, [she knew he was probably going to have a heart attack either way] she pulled the gun from her panty line. Yeah, sure, it wasn't loaded. But if these people wanted soap opera material, Skye was willing to give it to them.
Lifting her palm towards his chest, she pushed him against the fragile wall. He wasn't going to kiss her. She knew, he wasn't going to kiss her. Maybe she was wrong about this whole thing. Maybe, she was getting the wrong vibe off of him. He seemed nonchalant in the bar. But she knew in closed quarters, or at least, SEMI closed quarters, his attitude would change completely. And she was right. Now, he looked scared. Now, he looked as if he was going to run. But there was no way in hell she was going to let that shit happen. She was the happiest when she was with him. And now, she was going to make it work. Walking towards him, gun still cocked and in hand, she invaded his bubble of space. And then she put the gun to his head. She hadn't said a word, then. The girl just locked eyes with him. Lips, trembling the slightest bit. And in that moment, thats when Skye dropped the weapon. And in that split second, is when she connected her lips, to his own.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #10 on Apr 6, 2009, 9:04pm »
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He wondered what it'd feel like to have your head ripped clean from your shoulders with nothing but a pair of bare hands. Somehow, he knew Skye was contemplating it, and quite seriously. Suddenly, she stood, and Pierce got a look at her outfit, which, like any male, he liked. He wanted to sucker-punch any guy who happened to look at her long, beautiful legs. And he would've if he wasn't so busy staring. Dragging his eyes upward, he watched as she ducked under the bar slab, which, if she'd taken a moment to notice, actually swung downwards so you didn't have to awkwardly bend. If it hadn't, Pierce in his upwards of six and a half feet would have horrible back and neck problems by then. They were standing face to face now, Pierce noticing that she had grown a little too, before she grabbed hold of his belt, and tugged him into the back room. Taken by surprise, he let her.
In the back room, the employees who knew the situation scattered out toward the bar area. Those who didn't know were dragged out by the ones who did, and suddenly, they were alone in the back room. Just in time, it turns out, before Skye pulled a gun from her waist line and pushed him up against the wall, inquiring after what type of person he was. He felt the cool metal of the gun pressed to his head, but he just couldn't seem to care about death when their lips touched and the weapon hit the floor. Personally, he was so infuriated at her last comment, and furious at himself, that he wouldn't have cared if she shot him in the gut, he would've died proving her wrong. He placed both hands on her waist, pushed her forward a little, and, before she could stumble, turned with her and pushed her up against the wall they had just been pressed against. Dragging her arms upwards, holding her wrists in one hand above her head, he grabbed her chin with the other and made her meet his eyes.
He pressed himself against her, pinning her hips to the wall. She wasn't getting away from him this time, even if she wanted to. He didn't give a fuck if she pulled another gun and shot him right in the face, he was going to tell her about every single thought he had had in the past year that she'd been gone. "First of all, did I hear something about you being pregnant?" Shaking his head, he refocused on the problem, but his eyes caught site of her and couldn't help but nip at her neck, whispering angrily in her ear. "Obviously you don't know me anymore, do you? Do you even recognize me? You think I would have ever let my King kick you out? You think I would've just bowed down, shut up, and watched you be treated like that? Fuck no!" He practically snarled. Running his hand up past her chin and to her hair line, he curled his fingers into her hair and made a fist, pulling all her attention to him as if it wasn't there already.
He pressed tighter against her hips, infuriated, but still sane enough not to hurt her. "I wouldn't have to look for you, Skye, if you hadn't left me." He hoped, somewhere in the deep dark side of him that hurt her badly, as much as the past year had hurt him. He loved her so much he'd been paralytic when she left, but she had simply got up and left. "I mean, how could you do that to me? To yourself? Did you think that if I wasn't there, or if you weren't there, everything would be better. For who? Yourself? It certainly didn't do me a damn bit of good. And i should be mad at you. And i guess I sound mad, but I'm not. I'm hurt. If I'd be in any kind of sanity after you left me, I would've been straight after you like a bat out of hell." Turning her again, he knew they were right on edge of the cot, he half pushed, half lowered her to the cot before holding her down with his body. "If I'd known you were going to leave me, I wouldn't have let you go. Instead you just waited until I was asleep and thought a note would be enough to suffice for your excuse of running from your problems. Don't you trust me?" He sat back, on his haunches, and looked down at her.
He had to laugh. Here he was practically abusing her. "Run away, Skye, if you want. I'm wide awake now, and if you want to leave, you won't have to even bother with a note. I had no explanation to begin with, I guess it really wouldn't be much more different. Go ahead, Skylar Avidson, the one girl I'll ever love, and let's see if I'll let you. Because if you somehow manage to get past me again, if you run from me, I'll chase you. And I'll find you. I know you have another gun under that dress, and if you want to get away from me, you're going to have to kill me. Because that's just about what you did."
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #11 on Apr 6, 2009, 9:49pm »
And so they kissed. Until he pulled himself away from her. And her heart sank. But before she could make any objections, or sounds of displeasure, he had her pinned to the walls. Her wrists held tight by his giant hands. At first, the only thing she could do was smile. And then thats when the verbal beating ensued. Pierce was in close quarters. So close, in fact, that she could smell the mix of Whiskey and Grey Goose on his breath. And now, she couldn't up and joke around. This scene was turning fast into a serious affair. And it was something she hadn't planned, and therefore, made her look more like a frightened kitten than anything else. The wild look in her eyes was a combination of passion and fear, and it was something Skye regrettably liked. His hip bones seared into her fragile form, and for a moment, she actually winced. But not once did she tell him to get the fuck off her. Not once, did she complain. Maybe she was a sadistic fuck, who needed to be put in her place. Perhaps that was exactly what he was doing to her. Giving her a taste, of her own bitter sweet medicine.
Before she could utter a word, he was nipping her neck, grazing it roughly with his teeth. And then they moved around again. This time, more strength was put into his actions. And sadly, she couldn't have gotten enough of this so called abused. They entwined lips again, before he went on again with his tirade. Sure, she deserved it. She really did. The woman had no idea how much her leaving would have affected him. Hell, she knew she meant something to him, yes... but she never knew exactly just how much. Now she did. Sucking in practically all the oxygen in the room, Skye felt quite a big lump in her chest. How was she supposed to make light of everything now? She couldn't. And that's exactly what he was aiming for. So instead, she tried to look away. Tried so hard, to just pretend it was another one of those nights they spent back inside the hearts headquarters. Although, at the moment it was nothing, like one of those nights. The last bit of his monologue, however, began to eat at her insides. So of course, she had to lash out back, right? Right.
"Yeah, you're a big man now. Aren't you? You know how to toss around a woman like a rag doll. Really something to be proud of, Pierce." She was the wounded rabbit, now. His words stung more than anyone elses. More than when her mother kicked her out. More than their so called leader, when he called her useless at one point. "How was I supposed to know?" She stressed. Skye couldn't even begin to tell him all the things that ran through her head at that time? So instead, she sat up onto his cot, grabbed him by the shoulders. And then, she tossed him down onto it, and swung either leg around his torso. She knew he'd just reverse the position, he was hellbent on not letting her leave with her head intact. And of course, she couldn't blame him one bit. "Yeah. I got another gun." And where his arms laid, tension building up in his shoulders, she took his hand and ran up subtly up her thigh, until his fingers wrapped around the cold metal weapon. He could do what he wanted with it. Chances were, in this insane situation he'd probably load it, and sick it on himself. Although neither gun had any ammunition. The bullets were around her waist.
Biting her lip, the girl didn't know what to say after that. Really. Anything that would come out of that big mouth of hers would result in even more aggression. And even though it was a side of Pierce that she'd never seen before, and a side she quite liked, she didn't want her words to impact him anymore than they probably already were. How did they go from being stunned to seeing each other for the first time, to wrestling in his cot? It escaped her, really. If there was anything she did want to say, it was this. "It was an impulse decision to leave, Pierce. Better for you, better for me. How the hell was I supposed to know... anything?" Skye bit her tongue. Tears begged to be let loose of her tear ducts, but the girl had been so good at holding them back, she forced them away. Instead, her hands began to tremble. She knew for a fact, that reuniting with him wasn't going to be like she saw in the movies. It would be intense, and at first, filled with hate for one another.
He would spat at her, she'd spat with him. And... then who knew what was going to happen after that? Make up sex? No sex? An agreement for her to just leave and never come back again? Skye was muddled with a bit of confusion. So much so, that her mind was going to soon take over her actions. And at the moment, she wanted his shirt on the floor, and her dress along with it. But that wouldn't happen. Not tonight, at least. "You've got to do better than that, Spiridon." Her eyes hardened.
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #12 on Apr 6, 2009, 11:27pm »
PIERCE TRENT SPIRIDON!
don't pretend to comprehend, BABY I'M TIRED OF FACING THE END
For a moment she was upset, just like he expected. Pierce was, surprised, though, at his own actions. Had he just pinned Skye to a wall and yelled at her? Well...maybe he wasn't the same person he thought he was. But he wasn't quite sure if that was good or not. She accused him of being an abuser, which what he had just done did back up that accusation, and then in a quieter tone she had asked him how she had been expected to know. He sighed, some of the anger leaving his already clouded mind and settling in the pit of his stomach like a weight. How had any one expected to know what nights like this, apart from each other, had done to them? They stayed there in silence for a moment, and he finally thought about how it must have been for her, all the way in Canada.
It must've been cold. But, to his knowledge, Canada was a lot farther than city limits, and definitely not accessible by walking. Why hadn't he bothered to think outside the box on this one? Was he that much of an idiot? Apparently he was, because while he was distracted, Skye grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him onto his back, straddling him. Not that he, per say, minded, but if that had been a enemy, well, he would've been screwed. And in another moment she had acknowledged that she had another gun on her, and had taken hold of his hand and ran it seductively up her thigh. And damn, did this woman have lovely legs. His fingers instantly wrapped around the metal and he could feel the elastic of her panties near his palm.
She left his hand there, basically giving him free will to do with the gun as he liked. Pulling it out, he glanced at it, checked the safety, and the magazine; discovered it was empty and threw it across the room. "Even if it is empty, I have a feeling you might clobber me with it soon" he smiled and replaced his hand, under her dress, on her hip. The younger Pierce would've been too much of a "gentlemen" but this Pierce certainly wasn't an idiot. He missed the feel of her, and was going to take this moment to it's full advantage. He watched silently as she bit her lip and wanted to kiss her, lust and love over coming anger and betrayal. But she still looked pretty pissed, and the hot hands of his temper were still creeping up his neck.
She tried to explain how her leaving was beneficial for both of them, but he just didn't see it. Didn't think he'd ever understand that, no matter how many times she said it. All it did was make him angrier, so when she finally spat that he'd have to better that "that" his eyes widened. Grabbed her wrists, he kissed her hard on the lips. And then again. "Did you ever think I live off of those? That you take away Skye and Pierce dies? How the hell would that ever be better for me, to be the walking dead? How did you think it'd be better for you, up there in the cold in a gang that could've left you for dead any time they fucking wanted to instead of being in my arms, where you belong? Now if you want to say that it was better for us, I'm going to knock you out and and tie you down. You're not getting out of my sights again!" He sighed and kissed her deeply, and then sat back and rubber her thigh non-nonchalantly. And then he moved his hand up to her belly and left it there, wondering if you could actually feel a pre-developed baby.
He was almost positive she was being sarcastic, but Pierce worried regardless. "What better can I do for you? Jump through hoops? Light myself on fire? Loving you just isn't enough, is it? So tell me what you want better, Skye, and i'll work myself to fucking death, and I'll make sure you get it. Just. Don't. Leave. Me." Grabbing her thigh, he pulled, knocking her off balance and landing in his lap, where he pulled her legs around his waist and wrapped his arms around hers. For a moment suspended in time, he was the happiest he'd been for a long, long time. It was like depriving a junkie and then giving him the greatest fix of his life. He was starting to wander why all down his back was warm, and not from heat. Something wet was dripping onto the cot. He couldn't believe he hadn't heard the movement.
He didn't want to alarm Skye, he knew it hadn't been her, but the pain between his two lower ribs was one of the worst he'd ever felt. He'd been stabbed before, but in the arm or leg. He wondered if whoever it was had hit a vital organ, if he was dying right now. It was okay, if that was the case, dying in Skye's arms. But he didn't want to leave her alone. He knew this had to be someone protecting her, no one here would've done it to him otherwise, and he couldn't blame them. If he'd seen anyone this close to Skye, he'd have done the same thing. Pressing his face to her neck, he whispered "Skye, I want you to run and get help. Please." before calling out for Spencer or Max. He knew the perpetrator was standing behind him, he could feel the heat of the body, and pressed Skye against his chest. He didn't know if the person had designs of her hurting her as well.
He didn't want to lose her, not now, not ever. Reaching back, he grabbed the knife and tugged, but it wouldn't come out. It was stuck like an arrow and instead he just closed his eyes. He was so, so tired. And he was happy here, with her. With his Skylar. "I love you"
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Re: A FAULT LiNE_A FAULT OF MiNE__x « Reply #13 on Apr 7, 2009, 12:32am »
Now, Skye didn't know what the hell to do. She didn't know if she was mad at him, or if she just wanted to rip his clothes off. It was actually, really frustrating. In any case, it looked as if he'd settled down somewhat. Until he decided to seduce her again. Then again, though, they were pretty much seductful ticking time bombs now. She couldn't help but bite her lip, lean back, and enjoy his hand exactly where it was. And then, of course, he had taken her seriously about being pregnant with a serial killers child. He had grown, but his gullible self was still present somewhere in that mass of man. She was half tempted to ask him if it would be so unpleasant, to have a child. But Skye stopped herself before her mouth blurted it out. It felt good, this. To be there, without the yelling or the taunting. But she could feel underlying tension in the air. And a feeling, she just couldn't shake off for the life of her. Instead, she pretended it wasn't there at all. And that her, and Pierce were the only ones in the room. He caressed her, took her for his own. But then, he also took her words out of proportion.
Skye chuckled slightly, and shook her head. The gun went flying out of his hand before she even knew it. And then, of course, she pointed to the array of bullet strands around her torso. She never, ever, went unprepared. But that didn't matter anymore. Nothing, really mattered anymore. They had their premarital spat, and what was done, was now done. It might come up again in the future, sure, but for now things were serene. He gathered her small form up without any hesitation or warning what so ever. And he spoke to her, ever so gently now. "Gee. Bipolar much?" Skye couldn't help it. She was sarcastic at best, and, it was something that really was completely unavoidable. She smiled. "No, actually. I didn't know you wouldn't be able to survive without them." Their lips met again. And although he didn't shove his tongue down her throat, nor her, with him, the kisses still sent electricity up her spine. It was nice to know the connection was still there.
"So, you're telling me I belong, right here?" She nuzzled further into his arms, her dress hiked up more than just a little bit. If anyone were to walk in, they'd get a nice little peek at her "merchandise". But she didn't care. Pierce would kick their ass, anyway. Might as well enjoy something before getting beaten to a bloody pulp, right? Right. And the woman knew he'd make good on his promise this time, with not letting her out of his sight again. She knew it to be true. "Just don't start carrying around a pair of fuckin' handcuffs, alright? I know... its going to take awhile to getting used to me not... gone. But. I won't leave again. I promise." Although, she couldn't EXACTLY keep that promise. She said it to cool his nerves. She didn't know if she really belonged here anymore. If she couldn't take her place in the hearts again, where was she going to go? What the hell was she going to do?
"No." She said. "You don't have to work on anything. I was talking about getting me in the sack. But... you know? This is just as good." And before she knew it, the whole night went to the fucking dogs again. His back went rigid, and he was on edge, once again. And for a moment, she was starting to think he was REALLY bipolar. But she heard the plead laced in his tone. Something had happened, and she had no idea what. The only thing she knew, was that she hadn't done a damn thing. "Pierce, what the fuck--?" She stopped herself in mid sentence. Because once again, there was somebody after her. She knew it. Pierce knew it. And hell! Of course, she wasn't going to go for help, she was going to kick whosever ass that was in here, cutting down their fuckin' cuddle time! "Pierce, whats wrong? Whose here?" She ripped herself away from him, to look around the room. There was no one there. No one, at all. And then it hit her. The gang in Canada.
They were craftier than the ones who resided here in the city. Much different than the ones here. They were like real life, movie ninja's. And then she knew. "Pierce, I've got to go." Despite his plead for her to go get someone, Skye knew that this was something she had to deal with alone. But before she got up, the girl left another kiss on his lips, grabbed her guns, and bolted out the door. She hated having to leave him-- AGAIN. But.... god. She didn't know what else to do! The first person she thought of getting, was of course, the bartender. Dragging him aside, she told him what was going down, and watched him rush off towards Pierces shamble of a room. Then, she frantically dialed 911, left the information, and bolted out the door and into her car.
There, she had to take a breather. The nights events were seriously going to hell, now. First a fight. A make up. And then a fucking attack. "I shouldn't have come back. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't---" And now, tears escaped down her cheeks. She was fucked, and she knew it. The only other person to call now, was her former king...
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