Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

Excited, petrified, overwhelmed, terrified wasn't even half of what'd she been feeling. With each taunting step into her new life that she took, it was like she could feel her heart in her throat, suffocating her. Remember to breathe. Remember not to embarrass yourself. Remember not to cry. Anything but tears. The closer she approached the table the tighter she clenched her fists and the better she could see the face of the man who murdered Lisa Sharp. The better she could see the man who watched her in pain behind the one way window, the man who'd taken her as an exception . A murderer. Upon offering her a seat, Azairah pulled her coat from her body, hanging it over the top of the chair before taking her place in front of him. Her deep brown eyes followed every part of his face from what color his hair was and how it was styled to how his eyes followed her every movement just just the same in return, to how he adjusted in his seat. Studying his structure carefully, though it was always mistaken as her 'evaluating' if someone was good enough to be speaking to her, she smiled. Wrong emotion. Shit. Easily telling he was just as nervous as she was, his sudden words snapped her back into the moment as she turned her attention away from him and to the television silently playing reruns of the death of Lisa Sharp. Her lips curled up and parted in a subtle laugh listening to everything he had to say before saying her piece. His mind, his thought process, his dreams, ambitions, weather he believed in hope or not... A part of her wanted to know it all. Why his objective had been to rid the world of all the was 'impure'. She'd propped her arms up against the table, fingers running gently through her dark, wavy tresses that'd graciously fallen back into place. What was she looking for? What did she want from Kyle? What was she looking to gain? Her nails clicked one at a time against the wooden table before looking up at Kyle who was already staring right back at her. I didn't actually think you'd do it to be honest-, she stopped a minute. I'm certain she suffered as well... I'm not sure if it's right to thank you, but I could care less because she's dead and I'm not. So thank you. It was one step closer to making Cole suffer and any chance she'd get, she'd take. Her gaze hadn't let up. Staring at him with all her might, trying to look past his eyes his darkened blue eyes, trying to see what he truly saw in her. The way he looked at her, called her name out so nonchalantly, without hesitation. It make her shiver knowing that she too could have been made to suffer had she said that wrong thing. It doesn't make you crazy. Or rather I don't find you crazy. You know what you want and how you want to execute it. I like that. Her voice lowered into a light whisper enough for the two of them just to hear. Justice without mercy, right? She brought her hand up, rubbing her forearm, breaking the gaze. I honestly wish I could have been there to see 'his' reaction. And like always the thought of his face, his name... her eyes once humble reverted to pure hatred as her wicked, yet so delicate smile sketched her lips again and her eyes returned to his. You know, yes it terrifies me. Yes I'm scared of you, but I agreed to meet here with you today because there is something I want. And that was the simple and plain truth. Zai's voice shook a moment and she leaned closer. I want Cole Douglas to suffer and I want it etched into his skin, into his eyes, into his fucking being. I don't want him to leave recognizable, just like he did to me. I want no one to ever find him. I want to humiliate him and his father just like they did to me. I've never so badly wanted to hurt someone so... she look down at her hands. So viciously before Kyle. Zai had finally said his name and it made her reel herself back into her seat. My entire being wants to see him dead, wants to see him in pain, begging, pleading. Now it's possible... because now I have you Kyle, she continued, voice remaining a soft purr loud enough for the two of them. You can help me. I see this now. I've come to accept it no matter how scared I am. You're not a God, but you're my savior. You're the opportunity I've been searching for these past couple months. You're the reason not to destroy my house in rage because I can't do anything but wait idly as the days go by. Days where nothing changes but the wounds he's inflicted growing deeper and deeper. Azairah took a much needed breath in. Days where... he goes on laughing like nothing ever happened, like what happened to me was just added to the list of women he's already done this to. All while I'm miserable, traumatized, angry! Her throat tightened, and immediately she pinched the bridge of her nose to keep herself from crying. She refused to do anymore of that. I want to see it, she continued softly. I want to see him suffer. One by one... I want to take the lives of his friends who watched him r-... hurt me. Another sigh escaped her red, painted lips, shaking her head finally. You probably think I'm crazy huh?