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Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

She watched him and shrugged. At his order, Chamille turned the van and began to drive in the direction of Saria's camp. ---- Rose smiled as already, after arriving, she had helped so many people. A mother gripped her arm and had spoken in her language how grateful she was. And all rose had done was give the baby the liquid that had been deprived of her body. At the end of her day, her guide guided her to her tent where she had heaps of food waiting. She thanked him and ate and then moved to her bed curling up. ----- Chamille parked outside of the camp. Getting out, she looked at Septis and motioned him and began to walk to the tent that held Saria. She motioned for Septis and smiled and waited.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

While the van was a new sight to Septis, he was not unfamiliar with transportation, so he did not freak out as it began to move. Crossing his arms, he sat in silence. If she was here, how... and why? He did not want to see her, but he had to, he had to know. Finally as the van came to a stop, Septis, having noticed how she opened the door before, managed to open his door on his own. Following her motions, he kept low, using that natural feline stealth, despite his size. Finally, they reached the tent, Septis crept over, opening it slowly a she stuck his head in to see her.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

Rose was curled into a tight ball wrapped in the blanket that was given to her. The blanket covered her head. Chamille came up from behind Septis and walked to the bed and then looked to Septis and motioned for him to come forward.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

Septis came in closer, carefully, while this body was not as large as his true self, it was not exactly short either. He could feel his heart beating quickly, which was odd, he had not felt so excited in ages. Moving a large hand, the panther gently pulled back the sheet from her head, seeing her face. She definitely looked akin to Saria, but it could just be a coincidence.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

She sighed and leaned against his hand. A soft sigh left her lips. Opening her eyes, she looked into his and was suddenly hit full force with memories that was so quick, she didn't pick it up. She leapt up and covered herself even though she wore a large shirt. What's wrong? She whispered thinking something was wrong.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

Septis watched her move away from him, a natural reaction to waking up to a couple of strangers near your bed. Withdrawing his hand, Septis would sigh softly. Who are you? What is your name and where did you come from? He asked, his voice deep, strong, but also gentle.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

I am Rose, I am a doctor who was sent here to help those less fortunate. Who are you? She asked quietly. Chamille had waited outside, she had no interest in meeting a woman who was a reincarnated version of Saria and knew Septis would want some privacy.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

Septis had to plot his next move carefully, she looked like Saria, but he saw nothing beyond that linking the two. This could just be a strange coincidence, shaking his head the large, grey male would move back. Nobody, sorry to bother you. He said before pushing his way out of the tent, moving back toward the van. We have alot of work to do.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

Rose watched him and canted her head confused as to the meeting. ---- Chamille nodded and went with him. There is no way you will know for certain if that is Saria, but Saria did have that mark on the bottom of her right foot. It was a pink deformity on her pad that was in the shape of a heart. She raised an eyebrow. What do you plan to do now?
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

Her body could be a perfect match to Saria's in every way, and still not be her. Septis said before searching for the handle to the door on the outside. But if it is not her spirit, it is not her. He said as he finally found it and jerked the door open and moved into the van. What I always do, try to find my body, I assume the contemptible human was reborn again?
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

She sighed and nodded. Yes but it is far from here. I have been trying to find your body while you have been gone but the gods themselves had hidden it in a spot I doubt that they even remember. She said with a shrug.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

They would like to forget me, they want to bury me... but they won't. He said looking over at her, What is wrong? Do you have something you wish to say? He asked as he looked back over at her tent. Doubtless, she wanted to speak of that woman she believes is Saria.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

There is a rumor floating around the heavens, that... She shifted and swallowed biting her lip and watched the tent with him and cleared her throat. That only the reincarnation of Saria can find your true body. She winced. That she wasn't meant to be reincarnated, but another god wanted to shake things up. She swallowed knowing that she could get in a lot of trouble by admitting this.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

You gotta be fucking kidding me. The large Panther growls as he moves his hand to grasp his face. After all this time I am only hearing this now!? Glancing over at her with those silver eyes, this would be the first time he ever looked at this womean with any kind of anger or frustration.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

It was kept secret. The trickster god only found out because he...um...used his charms on one of the head goddess. She looked at him and bit her lip. She put her hands on her hips and shrugged softly. Not my fault.
Thread: Of Memories, Destiny and Scorn (Mephilis&loneiysong)

Whore Goddess. Septis spat, he would insult them for any reason he could find, so much did he loathe them. Fine, so what now, we do not even know if THAT is her.
Thread: Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

John sat silently while the attractive woman came into her bedroom. He arrived hours earlier and sat waiting in relative darkness. Alone with his thoughts he thought about the past few weeks since he first saw her. Her body was entirely unlike his past victims. Though they all had entirely different bodies. John never picked his girls because of how they looked. Instead he chose them based on how they treated people. While this one was beautiful on the outside he found her personality to border on cancerous. Through all his research and stalking he could only find one person who seemed to care about her. That same person also seemed to be the only one she cared about. Her sister currently hung from her wrists naked in the basement of a building he rented under an assumed name. The chase, as he called it, was almost more exciting than actually catching his women. The chance at being found out, the prospect of her catching him snooping into her life. Her coming home unexpectedly to find him digging through her things. It was all about excitement to him. Which is why he so carefully chose his women. Ones few people would miss. Women that deserved the things he would eventually do to them. His excitement Almost peaked when she turned and saw him there. Her exposed and vulnerable with him blocking her only escape. He didn't answer right away. Instead he held his phone in his hand and opened a picture. A picture of her beautiful younger sister hanging from her wrists stripped down with her feet hanging just inches off the ground. In his other hand he held a knife that probably seemed as unremarkable as its owner. No one had ever accused John of being a handsome man. But nor had they called him ugly. He was simply, unremarkable. Neither tall nor short at about five foot ten he was the kind of man women like her automatically looked right past. Just as he was neither tall nor short. He was neither fat or well built. Everything about his outward apperance was entirely average. Even his clothes were nothing but average. Nice black slacks a nice grey button up shirt and nice leather shoes. They weren't the high quality clothes one would expect from a man of his wealth. But neither were they Wal-Mart brand. They were simply, average. Yes, John was the type of man that easily vanished into a crowd. Though he was not going to simply slink off and vanish this time. This was when he would strike delivering a blow that would likely cripple his prey. Though he came to know her in a way. He knew that she would not simply give up and roll over. So before he showed her the picture he said in a soft voice with a knowing smile. You probably don't remember me. But we've met before. And before you decide to cry out or try to attack me. Remember one thing. If the cops show up and arrest me. Or if you manage to hurt me and get away. Your sister will slowly starve to death. There is no possible way to find her before that happens. So put your shirt back on. Get on your knees out your hands on your head and close your eyes. It was then that he held up his phone so she could see the picture of her younger sister.
Thread: Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

Tessas eyes fell on the phone and the weapon. The image of her sister in such a state had an effect on her. Whether or not it was the one he wanted, or hoped for, remained to be seen. Cammie was one of few that Tessa ever cared about. In turn, her sister was one of few who was privy to seeing the real woman behind the faade of anger and, simply put, bitchy attitude. She saw the person she truly was, and Cammie accepted her. This was her sister, family, blood, and now she was staring at an image of her in a position that Tessa often replicated with various clients. The city was full of sick fuckers, and she was in the company of such a person right now. Her sister should never have been subjected to something like this, and Tessa knew it. Cammie was her polar opposite. Sweet, kind, and innocent. She wanted to save herself for, The right man, as she would so often say. Now this man, clearly the wrong man, was sitting in her apartment, uninvited, after breaking in, holding his phone, with a picture of her sister, in a position she would never want her to be in, while brandishing a knife. It was clear to her. He had a death wish. She reached into the drawer on her nightstand and pulled her gun. Tessa took aim at him. For a moment, the silence, the stare, should have spoken volumes to him. Tessa was never accused of being sane or in charge of her actions. Often ruled by emotions, now was no exception. She spoke to him, her tone giving nothing away. You tell me where the fuck my sister is, or Ill show you there are fates worse than death. How would you like to go through missing a nut asshole? I could shoot you in the leg. A through and through shot, missing any major blood vessels would hurt like hell, but you would live. Of course it would hinder any attempts to run, but then again I could break your fucking ankle or leg. You come in here with a picture and a weapon saying you know me. You dont me mother fucker. If you did, you wouldnt be playing this game with me. With her hip, she closed the drawer and took one step closer to him. Now. Im going to ask you again where my sister is, and after a minute, Im going to shot you somewhere on your body. So many places I could let a bullet slice through your skin without killing you. The possibilities have me fucking giddy, almost wet in fact, she grinned. Youll either tell me, or youll suffer, and if you are stupid enough to simply sit there and bleed, then when I run out of options, Ill call the cops. Ill tell them you were an intruder, and I found my sisters picture on your phone. Once youre healed, youll go to jail. Sure my sister will die, but you? Oh you will live a life full of torture and rape. My sister and I will take some comfort in that. So unless you want to somebodys bitch while he fucks you up the ass, I suggest you answer me. With a steeled expression, she looked down at him, the gun still aimed at him. Where the fuck is my sister mother fucker? Her finger gripped the trigger as she waited, ready to fire.
Thread: Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

The man only sighed when she reached into the drawer for the gun. His face did not show shock or fear. He didn't flinch or shirk away. Instead he calmly laid his phone on his lap and fished into his pocket. As he did his smooth voice spoke with a smile. Tessa Tessa. You see. This is why I picked you. So prone to irrational thought and instinctive actions. It makes you predictable. And unfortunatly for you, vulnerable. Once he finished speaking he removed his hand from his pocket. And showed her the bullets that had been in her gun. See. If you actually used your head instead of reacting like a crazed idiot you would have realized that I was in here when you came home. And probably had plenty of time to do whatever I wanted while you were out getting free drinks. He then dumped all but one of the bullets into his lap and tossed her one. But please. Continue. Tell me how you're going to shoot me and then call the cops. It'll be fun. That way I can cop to picking up a prostitute who then tried to rob me. They'll believe me you know. I have no record. I'm a deacon at my church. A respected entrepreneur and you're a whore. They will patch me up and send me on my way while you're arrested and convicted of assault with a deadly weapon. You won't get bail. And while you're locked up and made into the prison bitch I'll be cutting your sister into tiny pieces. So go ahead. Shoot me, torture me. But know that the only way your sister lives is by you doing what I say. Now either get on with it. Or put on your shirt. Leave your bra, get on your knees and out your hands on your head.
Thread: Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

Her grip on the trigger tightened as she watched him slip his hand inside his pocket. She had no idea what he had, and she was ready to blow his head off if he pulled out a weapon. Bullets, her mind raced, and her finger squeezed the trigger over and over again. The click that followed confirmed what he was telling her, what he was showing her. She caught the bullet, snatching out of the air and listened as he spoke. He had this all planned out. There was no telling how long he had been inside her apartment. She had no way of knowing how long he had been following her. It was long enough to find out about her sister and take her. She tried to think when was the last time she had talked to her sister. It had not been that long ago. Did he stage the phone calls with my sister? Was it so I wouldnt worry? Is he that methodical? Hes here in my fucking apartment! Of course hes methodical! She loaded the bullet into the gun and lifted it once more to him. You forget one thing mother fucker. You can tell the cops how you picked up a prostitute. You can lie about how I tried to rob you, but one thing will stand out. Youre in my apartment mother fucker! Normally escorts, and thats what I am, legally employed by an agency, remember that will be on file, takes her business to her clients home or choice of hotel. We never, EVER bring them home. Officer it was dark. I heard the voice, saw a shadow, and I fired the gun. I only had time to load one bullet. Then again, your fingerprints are all over the bullets you just dropped to your lap. In fact, what else are your fingerprints on in here I wonder? You see, Im not as much of a crazed idiot as you think. Then again your kind always has the lowest regard for people like me. Your mistake. You underestimate me. After tonight, you wont do that again. Now, back to my question. Where is my sister you mother fucker? Do NOT make me load the rest of those bullets in this gun. If I have to, you wont like where I shoot. Truth be told, Tessa was scared beyond belief, but she couldnt let this man know that. If she had to follow his orders, there was no telling what would happen to her. The image on his phone was burned into her mind. No sane person would do this to someone. She had no idea why he had targeted her. He didnt stand out in her memory. Tessa met a lot of people every time she went out. Her looks made her a magnet for people. She had no misconceptions that it was her personality. Sure she would rub against the men, touching them, getting their cocks hard only to rip the rug out from under them. It was a game to her, really a sport. Had he been one of them. She smiled at the realization. I turned you down. Didnt I? You thought you had a chance with me, and I fucking shut you down. Youre pathetic. You know that? Thats why I shut you down you freak. Now what the fuck have you done with my sister?
Thread: Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

He only smirked at her as she reacted and spoke. He watched her microexpressions as she reacted. As she spoke and tried to hide her true emotions. She was good at it. But he was always able to read people. It was something he was born with and had developed his entire life. Even as a young child he knew when people were lying, scared or angry even when they tried to hide it. It wasn't until college that he discovered the research on facial expressions during the sixties. The more he read into it. The better he became at it. So here and now he knew that she was scared. Terrified even. So in response to her threat and what she said about how her agency was a legal one and her comment about prints he only smiled brighter and showed his gloved hands. Then tossed the rest of her bullets onto the floor. Ya know Tessa it's been about three days since I hung her up like that. And it's pretty hot there. I bet that she might have a half a day. Maybe a day until she dies of dehydration. So either pull the trigger or put your shirt on. You know that while an escort is a legal profession hooking is not. Lots of girls do work on the side. After you shoot me They will look into both our backrounds. They'll talk to your agency. And of course we both know that they will throw you under the bus in order to protect themselves and their clients. He picked up the phone again and closed the app then stuck it in his pocket and leaned back in the chair. You know what Cammie said to me when I told her why I took her? Yes. I told her I took her to get to you. She begged me to just do whatever I wanted to her and to leave you alone. She must really love you Tessa. So I held this knife to her pretty little asshole and asked if she really wanted me to do to her what I am going to do to you? His words were deliberate and thought out long before he stepped foot into her apartment. As she broke down into sobs she said yes. Is that what you want? Me to fuck precious little Cammie's was with my knife? Because I promise you one thing. If you do not do as I say right now that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Thread: Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

As he talked about her sister, her rage began to boil. Tessa was a hot head who made snap decisions based from whatever emotions she was feeling at the time. Her euphoria from a night out taking free drink after drink had led to her going back to a mans apartment only to spend the night in his bed enjoying his body on more than one occasion. Her sadness had fueled many days were she refused to get out of bed, clutching a bottle and sobbing. Then there was this emotion. Rage. It had been the accelerant poured over many fires that had exploded in her past leaving a path of destruction. The thought of her sister hanging there, naked, covered in sweat suffering, drew her lips into a tight, thin line as she glared him. She flinched as he closed the phone, not sure of what he was about to do. Of course she didnt trust him, and he had given her good reason not to. He spoke of her sister again, casually, as if it was perfectly normally to kidnap someone and string them up naked. His words burned into her ears, the spark that would ignite a wild fire within her. You mother fucker, she screamed as her finger squeezed the trigger. She heard the gun blast and felt the recoil in her hand. Tessa didnt pay him a second look. She had aimed for his chest, and fear began to fill her that he might die before se found out what she needed to know. Don't you die on me. You've still go things to tell me. Closing the gap between her and the rest of the bullets, she then dropped to her knees and began to pick them up. Her hand remain extended with the empty gun still pointed at him. She knew the gun was empty, on some level, but it was instinct really to keep it aimed at him. You bastard, she cried. Ill fucking fill you full of holes if you dont fucking tell me where my damn sister is RIGHT NOW! Through her tears, her vision was blurred. Combined with her emotions running rampant through her, picking up the bullets was tedious. They could be heard slipping from grip back to the hardwood floor of her bedroom. Damn it! She dropped the gun and placed one bullet in. Her trembling fingers shove another inside. Carefully she reached for them, ready to load the gun where she sat. Im gonna take that knife and rape your ass. Ill cut your balls off and mail them to somebody in your family. You got a wife? A daughter maybe? Son? Parents? Theres got to be somebody who miss you. Even a piece of shit like you has to have somebody. Ill cut your dick off and choke you with it! Three. She fumbled the fourth bullet and watched it roll closer to him. Scurrying on her knees over, she snatched it up as she glanced at his legs. This man not only had her sister, but he had been stalking her, watching her, waiting for tonight, and now he sat in a chair in her room with a bullet lodged inside him. Fitting end for you. You deserve this. You hunt me down, take my sister, break into my apartment only to be shot by me. Pathetic.