Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

The message alone was already infuriating, which was why Zai thought it was smarter to calm down before she accidentally blew up on her anon. Why she even thought about replying to 'Kyle' was beyond her truth be told. That morning was quiet, cool and finally without clouds covering the Eden skies. But no matter what the weather there was nothing in her that could genuinely feel happiness anymore. All the blinds and shades in her humble home were closed and shut and as hard as the sunlight tried to find a way into her home it was impossible. After sneaking in just a couple more hours a sleep Azairah retreated downstairs, laptop in hand to sit on her couch. The cool leather, forcing her awake as it came into contact with her warm, freshly woken, caramel skin. It'd been such a long while since she'd been exhausted- physically and mentally exhausted. The sore, tender muscles at the back of her arms and legs were even further indication that what had happened just so few hours ago was indeed the real deal. Long, delicate, brown fingers pinched the bridge of her nose before rubbing the slight bags that had formed under her eyes. Her body was sore in place she wasn't aware could get sore. Lifting her arms was like lifting a car. A sigh slipped her peach lips as her eyes blindly followed the people moving about on her television. A part of her wanted to check her email to see if her dearest anon had replied to her. Then again another part of her didn't want to bother with it. She was just too drained to do life even at that point. Curiosity got the best of her just her laptop notification sound had gone off. Her heart dropped. Why? Well because she'd hadn't entirely thought he would have replied to her but the soft ' ping ' that came from her computer was an obvious indication that she was a part of her anon's thoughts as much as they had been for her. Flipping open the top part of her laptop and then opening up the message once more, her eyes carefully read each word. Just the very sight of Cole's name pissed her off. Come to find out he even had a girlfriend. Azairah wanted to puke again, and destroy half her house on a rampage like she had several weeks prior. There it was though... Reassurance. The one thing she was so vulnerable to. The one thing she so desperately just wanted. Yet at the same time she stayed clear from it. But his words... 'Kyle's' words... A man's words. They were just too good to be true. Way too true. That little voice in the back of her head was telling her to do it, to go through with it and that nothing bad could come from it at that point. What else did she have to lose? Nothing other than her body. Her pride, status, elegance had been nearly stripped from her anyways. What remained of her was nothing but pure rage day in and day out... Hovering the mouse over the 'reply' button she began to type. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TO anon666 FROM a.damicixxxxxx.com Subject RE Don't be afraid. That's a surprise. You don't want anything? Nothing at all yet by the looks of his message, you're more than willing to help me? I didn't blackmail worked like this. A lot of people would need to die if it were to be every coward that's done harm to me. A lot of people. Strangers, family, 'friends' a like. Everyone always thinks being beautiful or pretty or gorgeous is a blessing. It's not. It's a dangerous game. What a pretty girl says no it doesn't matter. When a beautiful woman is just looking for justice, it's read as 'she was just looking for it' It's her fault for being so pretty. Can I ask why you're contacting me now? If you're so 'pro-murder'- if you're so for helping me and agreeing with my actions then why didn't you help me in the police station? I'm assuming the whole place knows who I am and what happened but refuse to talk about because of the circumstances. You had a chance but you didn't take it? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Zai paused a moment, her thoughts jumbling at the replay of the situation in her head. Kyle had presented her with valid reasoning to have joined his team. Just getting back at Cole was enough. Now learning that the shit faced rapist had a girlfriend on top of that who'd been okay with him seeing other women whenever his dick called for it was beyond her. That right there was enough for her to be convinced. Everything he'd written in his message was right. Every encounter, every feeling, every thought it was all on spot, like he knew what it was like. Like this Kyle person knew what she was going through and why she was going through it. Because of the disgusting ignorance of humanity. Though, Zai just didn't understand. If he was the one behind the two way mirror and clearly knew what was going on then why hadn't he helped her indeed? But it hit her. He didn't know her. He didn't have to help her. He didn't have to risk his job to help some random woman like her. Cracking and shaking out her cold hands from typing she continued. Feeling like she was coming off a bit rude was normal and yet at the same time it was something she was used to just having to defend herself when the time called for it. Not to mention it was a complete stranger who almost felt like he knew her every move before she even knew it. Zai continued tapping away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I honestly really don't know what to feel. A part of me feels like stabbing every living thing man to be specific I see. Burning them to a crisp, inflicting the psychical pain and emotional pain I've had to go through these few months. When you get raped... It's more fucking traumatizing than you think Kyle. There's a hidden ache in pit the of your body that sprouts. That grows and tortures you day by day. No matter how bad you just want to forget, no matter how bad you just want to give up... It lives in you and it grows and it blooms into hatred... Leaving you with a feeling of helplessness... No one understands... And because of that I want everyone... All men to understand the feeling of helplessness that I felt, the terror that's forced into our body - forced into our core, our peaceful center at a frightening speed... I want you all -assuming you're a man -to know what its like. To be driven to that state. To be pushed to your limits And I want to take it. Take any hope you had of survival and crush it in my hands. I want Cole Douglas, and I want his coward of a father Brock Douglas and the newly discovered girlfriend Lisa Sharp to suffer. More than anything in the world. My head is telling me to take your offer, and as weak and fragile as this sounds, I'm terrified of the fact that you're offering to help me. Just... If you could, for me... For my sake, just... please keep this between us. -Zai Your message has been sent! She shut her laptop once more and tried as best as she could to relax against her seat, that at that point the leather had been sticking to her warm skin. There was no doubt in her that wasn't at all not attracted to the idea. Getting her revenge, already being a vengeful person didn't help her think any more rationally. It added the gas to the fire immensely. For a moment her eyes closed, visualizing, feeling, tasting what could have been Cole Douglas screaming at her, swearing at her, as she delightfully had him tied down... As she crushed his dreams. Missing for days. Of course everyone cared, which would have made her kill all that better. They mourn while the days remain dark for them. Just like how they were for Azairah. And just like that, there's no body. There's nothing left of Cole Douglas... Nothing recognizable anyways. Just like how he fucked her up too... Eyes opening to the high, beige ceiling, her hands cupped her face. She always knew she had a weird thought process, even from childhood. Imagining, gruesome ways for people to die even though the actual sight of it would have totally grossed her out to unimaginable lengths. But it felt different this time around... Now that she was older, now that she had experience, now that she had a purpose and a reason for thinking said ways. Now that she had someone to help her. It gave her the strength that she'd been missing for months. Kyle, she said monotonously in the silence of her home. Kyle was going to help her. Kyle was going to save her. Kyle wasn't delusional. Kyle was her other half. The half that she'd waiting a tremendous amount of time for and it finally came.