Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

She allowed him to touch her on the shoulder, it was something she rather now have anyone do to her because of her scars but when it was Dexter she didn't feel so disgusted or awkward with herself. Going back to where I take out the trash, if you really want me to take you there I can, maybe my old ground as well, though there isn't much left there but bone dust. she muttered thinking about a few of her past targets. She however turned her attention back to Dexter when he began to speak before they zoomed off back to the dock and he gave her a ride to his house. She looked about his apartment when he let her in and watched as he went to get the only information he had on his past. You have a very nice home Dexter, its better than the dump of a place I live in. she said and sat down beside him on the couch allowing him to show her all that he knew. She froze slightly though when she was told how young he had been when Harry had found him and she froze a look of pity coming to her eyes. That would be very traumatizing for the brain of someone so young like you. she said sadly before she blinked softly a few times. I'm sorry Dexter, for what happened to you, your mother... she whispered and you could tell she meant it. She bit her lip slightly wondering really who this Harry really was and what he was like. If you want ever, I can help you track down more of your past, just let me know and I will be on it. she said softly before she froze up again when he asked her about her scars. I can tell from your face and your eyes you really do have a keen interest, no one ever really shows that when they even glimpse a scar on me. she muttered before she put the last of the clippings back in the box and shut the lid before turning her head to look at the clock on the wall. She stopped realizing it was midnight, making it the weekend now, meant no work tomorrow which made her let out a sigh, glad to have a bit of a rest. Melia then turned her head back and looked Dexter straight in the face. Alright then I will start with the worst ones, the burns. Melia said clearly as she pulled the sleeves up of her shirt so he could see the flesh. These I got when my family was tortured and murdered. They are chemical burns from acid, those sick fucks thought it would be funny to make my father beg for me...and he did. They didn't stop though, started from my arms and threw acid on the rest of my body, but the leader said not to touch my face, he wanted me to remember, to see what he had done to me and my family. she whispered and brought her sleeves down trying not to break down again. When they found me my skin was falling off, it took many surgeries and graphs but I was a fighter and refused to be bed ridden for the rest of my life. she said then ran her hand down her side. These other ones, well the stab wounds you saw was from when I tried to take my first target out, didn't go to well. Luckily, with the training my Uncle gave me I know how to take someone down using pressure points on their body. Buts its not easy when your 13 and your target is a junkie. she laughed. Ended up returning the favor to his kidney and he went down like a drugged animal. she laughed as she thought about it. My Aunt dragged him by hid feet, hung him upside down and into the acid he went. I can still remember the hissing of his flesh. she said before she shut her eyes. As for those belt marks...they are from my mother's ex, long before my family was taken from me. Meila replied as she fell silent for a moment and bit her lip feeling sick to her stomach as memories flashed before her eyes. There was a point when I was six years old and my parents split for half a year, my mother moved in with her new boyfriend bringing my older brother and me with her. You see my other siblings well, they were from my Father's first wife but I grew up with them and loved them as if they were my real full siblings she said making a point he knew how her family worked. Well it turned out her boyfriend was a pedophile, he had a thing for boys though. Always went after my older brother but when I got in the way he would take his belt off and whip me until I could no longer stand. Once he used a bull whip on me, luckily it was broken though or he could have killed me. she explained as she lifted her shirt up showing him part of her back and her left side. Four broken ribs by the time we were brought back home and my father was told about this. she said before staring back at the floor. Her ex was my next target, I was almost 14 when I took him down, it was easy though. He was piss ass drunk, as naked as you would want to see. He was puking his guts out behind his barn next to the pig pen. I simply kicked him in his bullocks and he hit the ground, I took my boot to his head ans it caved in so easily. I dragged him to the sty, cut him up and the pigs ate him clean, moved the bones and dumped them into one of the bogs in the moor. They found nothing, no evidence and claimed he had run of to Morocco with his whore girlfriend. she would finish before she turned and looked at him. I a few others from fights I got to in the past, from my defense training from my Uncle. she would say letting her shirt drop over her flesh hiding it from him. Ever watched pigs gorge themselves on human flesh, its fascinating. she laughed.