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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 7:04:26 GMT 2
After Salem exited the restaurant, he let go of the door to allow it to close behind her. Slinging the jacket around, he stuck his hands into his pockets once more, walking down the street immediately. Only after he started moving would he turn his head to look at Salem, speaking out.
"So, what did you have to tell me?"
Daken asked, curious as to exactly what all of her terms and conditions were. He had this all figured out in his head, but if she needed some extra details to make sure that all went well, he would not mind at all informing her. After all, she was incredibly helpful so far with everything that he requested of her, so he figured that he could pay her back with the same usefulness. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 7:12:17 GMT 2
"It all makes sense now. You haven't been very affectionate with me because you prefer the older ladies. I totally understand now."
She was teasing him, of course. He had had his hands all over the waitress, and had gotten closer to her than he had with Salem. She was playing around, as she really did not care in the least. About the time she had spoke, he had questioned her. She was silent for a few seconds, then she spoke.
"just two questions."
She said casually, not bothering to look at him as she spoke. She had a feeling the subject would be personal. So she intended to address it with complete and total seriousness. The fact that she had not come right out and said them, should have him that she planned to wait to ask.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 7:18:12 GMT 2
When Salem joked about him flirting with older women, Daken looked at her with a face showing that he was about to snicker, but it remained serious as he responded to the teasing in a way that she probably was not expecting, which would also prove something about him that she did not know before.
"She is younger than me. If you want to see me get freaky with older women, we will have to go to a nursing home."
Daken winked at her before he looked forward to see where he was going. He certainly hoped that she did not actually like the idea of him doing dirty things with ladies that would have to be at least in their nineties. Of course, this girl was pretty strange so far, so he would not be too surprised if she were into it. As she mentioned that she only had two questions, he sighed with annoyance. He absolutely hated it when he asked someone to inform him of something and they instead informed him of the general subject of what they were going to say. He would respond with a single word that would let her know he wanted her to spit it out.
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 7:31:42 GMT 2
"Mmm, don't tempt me."
she quickly stated without missing a beat. Her tone seemed on the edge between aroused and serious, making it very hard to tell if she were into it, or if she were simply joking. She tossed him a wink of her own to farther the mood. Either way, most would have found it disturbing and creepy. He had proved to her, though, that he was not like most.
She heard him sigh, and knew just what it was about. So, when he pressed the subject, she was not shocked in the least. Her tone dropped then into a serious one, as did her expression. She tilted her head to look up at him and spoke.
"I can see behind that mask of yours that you've so carefully painted on for the public. I can tell you've been hurt, and I can see that it is rage that fuels you. I want to know the deal with you and him... I want to know everything."
she was not expecting an answer from him right then and there, but she would refuse to do anything farther for him until she knew what she was stepping into the middle of.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 7:42:02 GMT 2
Daken smirked with a hint of amusement as she played along with the creepy idea of being with a much to old woman. She then became completely serious and demanded to know everything between him and his father. He did not make a sound or slow his pace at all, thinking about all of it as he walked toward his destination. He would remain silent for a few minutes, but then finally opened his mouth, his voice empty, blank, as if any emotion was either hiding behind or being crushed beneath the iron wall that was his outward display of emotion.
"He murdered my mother and left me to die in her womb. I lived because of my healing. That is the only direct contact I have ever had with him, excluding recent encounters."
His life story was much longer, much greater and possessing of endless more details and explanations. However, Salem wanted to know the most important subject for what was going on at had. She wondered why he was so angry at his father and doing so much to ruin him. Daken had been raised to be a monster, trained to be just like his father, but he had only met him once for the very first time a few days ago. His entire life, he had heard stories of his father, and knew about the fact that his father had tried to kill him, but that was it. Although it was not necessary, he decided he would also throw in the only other bit of information that had anything to do with his father during his life.
"Aside from that, I have encountered too many people that have apparently played a large role in his life also, and all I hear is them comparing me with him." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 7:55:32 GMT 2
She was surprised that he had chosen to tell her now, rather than slinking of to some private, quiet area. She felt she understood why, it was the same reason he said it all in such a blank tone. He was hiding what he felt as a weakness. If he had done as she had expected, and waited to tell her, it would make him appear fragile in some way. He was hiding, and she could see right through it.
He was, an interesting character to say the least. She said nothing and remained quiet, thinking about it all. After a few moments, she decided to push the subject.
"And, what do you think when they compare you two?"
She questioned with clear curiosity, and nothing more.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 8:12:39 GMT 2
Daken had hoped that the questions were over, and due to her silence, he was sure that it was. He was relaxing and trying to occupy his mind with other things, but then she had to ask something else that he was not expecting her to bring up. Again, part of him wanted to rip her heart out of her chest right then, but he knew that these questions would have to be answered eventually. It was best that he do it now when she was offering to help him, even if he did not want to. Sighing, he took a deep breath before he reluctantly spoke, offering forth the truth, as much as he wanted to immediately kill her for knowing such a thing.
"I never knew my father. I was raised... to be someone different than him, and now I'm supposed to be him. I never asked for that, but when the opportunity found me... I was curious. I wanted to know what it was like. To have people look at me and see... my father." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 8:22:22 GMT 2
There it was, he had admitted something to her, he had peeked out from behind that mask and revealed a piece of himself. In doing so, she could tell it had made him uncomfortable. She shot him a faint smile, as if to say that she believed him and understood in some way. She remained silent after that. Her next question would come with an admission of her own, and the thought alone of it made her very uncomfortable as well.
For now, she kept her eyes on the direction in which they were headed. Where ever it was that he was leading her, even if he were simply wandering around right now, she did not know nor did she care.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 8:39:08 GMT 2
The rest of the walk would be unusually quiet, unless she decided to speak, as he would keep silent as they made their way down the sidewalk. Within another twenty minutes, they would arrive back to the large tower that his suite sat on top of, nodding to the doorman as he walked inside, giving him no recognition other than that. He would make his way to the left and shoot the man at the elevator at a quick glare, signaling him to call for the elevator and beg for his life that it got there quickly. Daken stood still as he waited for it to open, and he stepped inside as soon as it did, waiting for Salem to follow.
"I got this."
Daken said as he raised a hand, letting the doorman know that he did not need him to accompany and press the buttons for him this time. Once the woman entered, he would press the button for the top floor and again stay silent as it made its way up to the top floor. Exiting the elevator, he made his way down the short hall and pushed the door open, heading inside before he turned the corner and started removing the bloody clothing to toss into the hamper. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 8:51:27 GMT 2
She realized where it was they were heading after about ten minutes. She said nothing of it and kept up at his pace, comfortably. Though the walk was long, it did not bother her in the least. In fact, she enjoyed it. The chill that hung in the air was refreshing after being cooped up in that diner with its plethora of smells.
Once again, he ignored the two men who had cheerfully greeted him just about every time they arrived home. In fact, he had given the bell hop a glare. She said nothing of it, and simply followed along with him. She really needed to find out what the deal was with that. Of course, right now was not the time for it.
The ride up with just the two of them was dead silent, and though it usually would have been welcomed by her, what she was preparing to say made her very uneasy.
Once in his suite, she began to disrobe as well. Starting with her blood mass crafted trench coat, and then the torn leather jacket underneath. She made her way to the bathroom without a sound.
Only now, nude in front of the large mirror, did she get the chance to inspect her new scars. They were ugly, incredibly so. It was a mystery as to why they had not vanished. She did have her theories, though. Perhaps they had stayed as a reminder of her change, a sign of it. Perhaps she had died. She was not sure.
She stood, rubbing them gently with her fingers, studying them. She would come to view them as her only physical imperfection, and they were his fault.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 9:45:48 GMT 2
Daken glanced over at Salem as she disrobed before heading toward the bathroom. Naturally, he assumed that she was heading for a shower, something they both needed very much after today's bloody festivities. Though she then stopped to inspect her wounded form, the only thing that had ever not healed perfectly. Daken assumed as much as she healed like him, ridding himself of all imperfections time after time, but for some reason, these new injuries that sparked her further mutation had not gone away and instead scarred over.
He was not sure if he should have felt honored for leaving such noticeable marks upon the flawless beauty, much like leaving a large hicky upon the neck of a young lover to mark them temporarily as your own. Perhaps he should be overridden with guilt because she once had a perfect body and now she had two disfiguring scars upon her skin. Either way he should have been displaying some sort of empathy for the fact that he had essentially ruined one of the major reasons, if not the only one, that she lived her life each day; to be beautiful.
Not to anyone's surprise, Daken felt nothing. He had maimed far too many people in his life to think of scars as anything significant, and he was not one for expressing sorrow in any form. After throwing all of his clothes in the basket, he walked past her toward the shower and turned it on to a very hot level before he stepped in. If she would join him, that would have been fine, but if not, he would not be complaining. As he stepped in, however, he did ask out loud enough for her to hear.
"What is that other question of yours?" |
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 10:06:16 GMT 2
She remained outside of the shower for a few minutes longer, looking herself over. The back of her arms bore two more scars, the entrance wounds in this case, as the two on the front were the exits. How ever he would decide to view them, as symbols of belonging, or as a disfigurement, it would not matter. The fact was, was that they were still marks that would grab notice.
She shrugged the thought off. They were there now, as much as she wished they were not. They were a part of her, and surely she would find some beauty in them eventually. They were like tattoos in a way, they had meaning. These four scars marked the day that the weak little girl, bed ridden and in a coma, had passed away to join her family in some other form.
She had ignored him thus far, saving her question until she was finished inspecting the marks. With a soft sigh, she pulled shower door open and joined him. Though the thought of what she had to say made her extremely uncomfortable, it was worth saying.
"It seems I've grown a bit attached to you these last few days. Whether that's something you've caused to happen, or it's just something that happened naturally, I don't know nor do I really care. Admittedly, I don't like it one bit. However, it has happened, and I don't want it to get farther than that. With that attachment, I've come to worry about you. Now, I'll do whatever you have planned for that little chat you want me to have, gladly. And, I will remain should you want my help for anything else. But, I need to know something before I do it...Are you sure you can handle whatever it is you have planned, honestly?"
She was worried about the mental strain this would have on him. There, it was out, and she did not have to worry about it anymore. She had told him what needed to be said. He would answer her, and everything would be fine. She let herself soak in the water, letting its heat sooth her muscles, as she waited for him to respond.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 11:01:23 GMT 2
Daken had his head tilted back, his eyes closed as the water rushed over his scalp, standing still as he enjoyed the feeling of the hot water cleansing his body of the blood that stained his flesh. Whether it was his own or that of his victims, he did not know, nor did it matter. Blood was one of those things that never really made a difference to him, because unlike most, its loss would not eventually kill him. As he heard the shower door open and her step in, he raised his head to look at her, his hair all hanging over smoothly on the left side of his head.
She then started speaking, explaining how she felt about him in far more detail and admitting much more than he would have ever expected. He knew that she was becoming slightly attached, but he did not know that she was honestly feeling such ways without him forcing the rudimentary emotions on her. He just blinked as he stared at her, not yet speaking until she was completely finished with everything that she had to say to him. Each sentence that escaped her lips raised his uncertainty even more, not expecting any of it, but she spoke honestly, he knew this for fact.
"Are you sure you can handle whatever it is you have planned, honestly?"
A light smile graced Daken's features as he heard her speak those last few words, questioning him on his brash ideas. He would take a moment to think, stepping out from under the water and leaning against the wall. It seemed like he was allowing her to have it, but he did so mostly because he did not want to be annoyed by the water when he was trying to speak. Taking a silent breath, he would speak in a relaxed and peaceful tone, but the words held more meaning that the general populous of this world could understand.
"I was born by being cut out of my dead mothers womb and living because I am a mutant. I have this name for reasons you are already aware. I have slaughtered everyone that I was ordered to without thought or question. I have seen everyone around me die, usually because I will it so. I can do anything and take whatever I want. But that is not why I am so confident..."
Daken stated, his words enough to prove to any how hard he was to kill. Few people could confidently say that they could not be killed, and even less could say that they speak from experience. Everything that he had ever been through, all attempts at killing him, it did nothing but hurt like hell and piss him off. Each time he stood up just as untouched as he was when he got out of bed that morning. This applied both physically and mentally, as he had to live through hell and came out the strongest man in existence because of that. Still, this was not the point of his message, no, this message was much deeper than anything that this woman could ever truly grasp, even if he explained it all. Still, he continued just to let her know why he knew he would not be stopped.
"It is because I am not a man, nor will I ever be. I am... Revenge. Revenge is bulletproof. It does not bleed, it can not be broken, it will not falter in the face of opposition. You can not bring down the will of revenge, just as it will not hesitate when opportunity presents itself. Revenge can not be a mistake, either you get it or you do not. If you do not, then it remains indefinitely until you finally succeed. You can not kill revenge." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 11:18:35 GMT 2
He had labeled himself the embodiment of revenge, and though she did not know the full story of his long life, she knew enough from what she had been told to accept it as a fact. He wanted vengeance for what he had gone through, and he would have it. He had with stood hell, it seemed and was fine. No doubt remained, she was sure he could deal with whatever it was he had planned.
A soft smile graced her beautiful features, and she nodded her head. He had answered her question and she was happy with what she had got from it. Though she did not know the details of what it was he had planned, she was confident she would have no trouble in it. With her strange shaded hues at a comfortable close, she spoke.
"That's all I needed."
She assured him, then quickly set about washing herself in silence. She had many questions, but her tongue would be held until later on. She was positive that everything else she needed to know would be told to her before he set her off on this new task. So, it wasn't worth spoiling the mood over.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 11:25:27 GMT 2
After Daken answered her, he took a few minutes to reminisce about everything going on his head before he forced himself out of it. Grabbing some soap, he began washing as she let him know that was all she needed to hear. Another minute would pass before Daken reached out to gently move her away from the water by her shoulders before he stepped forward to place himself under the water, rinsing himself off, then stepping away from it again.
"Do not hesitate. What is it?"
Daken said as he stared at her, his arms crossing over his chest. He could smell it on her, even when she was standing in the shower with him. She was holding something back and he demanded to know what, though he said so in a far better tone than usual. This time it was more of a serious comment to let her know that she could say what she wanted, as opposed to a violent demand that risked punishment by death. |
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