Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

Melia gave him a very sad smile before she adjusted herself and pushed her hair from her eyes. Its far too late for me Dexter, I am no innocent...I am corrupt. But like you I do not touch the innocent, I go after those who deserve it, as you said. she whispered softly. She swallowed hard and bit her lip trying not to lose herself once more which was becoming rather easy for her for some reason. My Uncle calls mine...something close to yours. The Darkness, the devil...there are many names for it. she whispered and stared over at the door. I am not letting you take this one from me. I am sorry Dexter...its personal as well as something I need when I have waited for so long. she said lifting her head and staring straight into his eyes. I will allow you to help me if that is what you really want. I can see it in your eyes that you do want to help, even though emotions are not your strong suite. Meila went on to say. I guess you should know the truth..about why I am this way. she muttered knowing that no one would pick up on them for it was coffee break for the next thirty minutes. As you know I am from Scotland, well my parents did not die in a car crash nor did the rest of my siblings. she went on to say in a low whisper. Melia felt very uncomfortable with what she was having to relive but she had to get if off her chest. Two men killed my family, the rest of it anyways. she said in a low whisper her face pale. I was 10 years old when it happened. They broke into the house, tied my mother, father and my other three siblings up. My Dad had owed them money but he had payed them back, they were still greedy and wanted more. she said before falling silent for a few minutes, her eyes wondering to the floor and she grit her teeth together as she felt tears threaten to run down her cheeks and she fought to not shake. I was tied up as well, watching every one of my family members being beaten and tortured in front of my eyes. They killed my twin brother's first, slit their throats before hacking their heads off. My older sister came next then my mother, they raped her before cleaving her head off. I still remember their blood on my face, my body..drenched in it. she croaked weakly her voice wanting to leave her. My father came last, he had managed to call Scotland yard secretly but...they removed his limbs while he was alive, then finished him off before heading my way. But the sirens scared them off and they caught one man, the other got away. she said now lifting her head as her brown eyes stared back at him. They tortured me as well, I didn't get away Scot free. Anyways my Uncle was the one who found me first, he protected me and kept me sane. It was my Aunt though who taught me right from wrong, who should die and who shouldn't. I never touched an innocent and I never will. I do own work to make sure. she said pulling her sleeve down her left wrist a bit further. I still remember what happened every day, its always clear and fresh in my mind. But that hunger to kill...its always been there since that day and it gnaws at me if I do not feed it. she grunted before looking away rather uncomfortable now with what she had told him. Slowly she shifted in her seat and shook her head. Its easier to kill back home than it is here, I have had to work so hard. Melia said to him.