Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

And just like Kyle, focus was hard for Azairah as well. There'd been no one in the whole wide, gracious world that she'd ever been so dead set on. Never had her gut feeling in a million years told her that it was going to be okay. That Kyle was okay to meet and that he wouldn't hurt her in any way. But every part of her told her something different. Women's intuition was comprised of three things. The gut, the brain and the heart and the heart played a huge majority of the thought process. Though it seemed like that for the past few months seeing as how she was someone who followed what her head was telling her 99 of the time. The anticipation of when the next email would come and what it's contents would be furiously suffocated her at her every second, every minute and every hour. It was finally possible. Someone had finally somehow managed to anonymously get under her skin. Zai impatiently chewed at her lower lip, careful not to puncture any skin seeing as how she was going to meet him in just a couple days. How she was able to just speak so freely about what she was feeling- to a stranger no less was an amazing achievement and the more she thought about it the more embarrassment gradually set in. Any 'normal' human being would have thought she was a total nut job but seeing how he replied to her emails it didn't seem so much that way. He supported her, supported her actions, her thought process. he made her feel like she did absolutely nothing wrong and she hadn't entirely. And in such a long while, trauma after trauma, scar after scar, wound after wound... it was... -soothing. It was all she was looking for. Just for someone to tell her that she wasn't crazy and that the actions performed so few nights ago was a normal and okay thing to do. Kyle did it all. It was terrible how fixated she was on him. Even the simplest of thoughts led back to him.Trying to imagine his face, his build, what his eyes looked like, what his voice sounded like, how he'd look at her, if he was the type to look further than what was just on the exterior. That was a given. Everything was taken into consideration. He knew so much about her yet she new nothing, well almost nothing about him. It was frightening. There was nothing about 'connecting' that should have been romanticized and each chance reality snapped her back into place the more wary she got. There were so many questions to be asked- to be answered. Her gentle hands pulled down the top of her laptop, pushing it to the side of her bed as she pushed herself further down her Queen sized bed. Zai wondered herself... If he was thinking about her the way she was about him. Whining softly and hiding her embarrassment with her hands, she rolled over in her bed and before she knew it she was way past fast asleep. Sleep much need to calm violently shaken up nerves. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Good Evening, Our breaking story tonight, Eden police are investigating the murder of a twenty year old, Eden University cheerleader, Lisa Sharp. Lets get right over to Jeremy Smith, live on the scene with what happened next. Friends and family of Lisa Sharp filled the auditorium of Eden U bringing flowers and many condolences to the Sharp family today many in tears wondering as to why someone would go out of their way to take the life of this young woman. She was so hard working and such a beautiful person inside and out. I couldn't imagine why anyone would be so cruel and take her life like this. Lisa was so bright and there was so much potential in her and it's sad because now we have no cheer captain and the teams' a total wreck. We can't even begin to understand the pain her boyfriend Cole is going through. Ms. Sharp was one of my best students and it's a terrible tragedy that's happened here in Eden. In such a quiet town, hearing of a death here is almost like a celebrity dying. By all accounts, Marilyn Sharp's daughter, Lisa Sharp was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can't believe this. I can't believe I have to bury my daughter... It shouldn't be like this. It should be her seeing me go... Knowing that I've taught her all that I could have as a mother... Knowing that I've raised an amazing, beautiful woman... No further information has yet been released on this matter. Live from Eden, Jeremy Smith. In other news- This. This was a huge slap in the face. She stood in her kitchen, staring at the TV just across the way, watching random figures move about, crying and sobbing mutely as the news report continued on. He actually did it. He actually fucking did it. A smiled cracked at her plump nude lips. What am I smiling for..? This is sick... Not as sick as the light chuckles that came after it. Setting the glass in her hand down, Azairah's smile grew. Not from the fact that this 'woman' was dead, but from the fact that Cole Douglas' girlfriend, the girl he claimed to love, the girl who'd accepted him for his ways was dead . Kyle, her anonymous Kyle had actually done it. A strong part of her had only wished she was there to see it but the human side probably wouldn't have been able to stomach it. This was only the first step and it smelled like a revolution was on its way. Taking a deep breath in she shouted, Justice without Mercy! Excitement filled her as she danced around her kitchen, singing and shouting the phrase repetitively, banging pots and pans and swinging herself around, not caring for the noise she was creating. Today had been a glorious day, a day to celebrate! Why of course? Because Cole Douglas had finally felt a mere morsel pain he deserved, if he was still human. Oh little did he know more was to come. The humiliation, the damage, the anger. She wanted him to feel it all. Oh how she wished she could see the look on his face... Laughter filled the house, never ending, never not joyous. Every ounce of it had been pure, had been justified for her pleasure. Finally! She loved Kyle. Azairah absolutely loved him, adored him, cherished him! Thinking of course that he wouldn't have gone through with it and that it was probably one huge lie that he'd forgotten about. Now here she was dancing around her house thinking of all the possibilities meeting this man! And so like that, Wednesday had turned to Thursday and before long it was Friday. The day she'd be anticipating for. Since Kyle seemed like a man of his word there was no way he'd stand a lady up. Especially not Azairah. The more Zai seemed to ache for the hours to pass the longer it'd taken for Friday to come. But it was here and having finished work three hours prior, getting ready for what would just hopefully be coffee and understanding the 'philosophies' and reasons behind what he did, the more she thought about it the more it made her stomach turn. There was no doubt that she was happy. The underlying truth behind their meeting- the fact that she was going to meet a murder was beyond her. There was no knowing if he had hidden intentions despite the pixel words that'd had been written back and forth. Who know if she was next, if he had some secret agenda and those thoughts alone had banished any joy and any excitement in her. Even if it was just coffee and even if he was thinking of taking her life, Azairah would at least look damn good when it happened. Always the type to over dress for any occasion, Azairah threw on a black fitted dress, accentuating her 'God given' curse of curves, a pair of black heels and gold jewelry contrasting against her caramel skin and finishing it with the signature red lip. Had she known what Kyle looked like, it would have provided a less awkward situation knowing who she was looking for. As 515 came around, she had thrown on her yet another brand new coat, made sure her wet wipes were in the pockets, as well as that all too familiar pocket knife and was on her way. Around 530 cafe's were usually dead with the exception of few come and go's. Upon her arrival, she waited in her car. Watching... watching and just waiting to see who had been coming in and out of the cafe. One of them had to be Kyle... There'd been a couple women enter before a man had and then another. Too bad she didn't know who in the hell he was. At her wits end and already 26 minutes 'late' Azairah finally stepped out of her car, approached the building and slowly entered the dimly lit cafe. With nerves already on the rise and stomach twisting and turning, the entrance doors closed gently behind her. Welcome to the beginning of your life... she whispered under her breath. Casually looking around as if she had no business to attend to as her only refuge. Azairah hadn't thought of the possibly of Kyle not showing up providing for an even more awkward situation. A slight sigh left her lips silently as her eye darted around, trying to spot who ever was staring at her the longest and after just a few seconds her eyes found another, staring at her just as hard as she was staring back.