Thread: The Evil behind the Mirror ( Shadowrun/Horror, Pazzo x DarkAngel76)

Breaths coming short, Tara knew the inevitable was going to happen. It always did whether she wanted it to or not. This was the life of damnation she chose the moment she decided to defy her fatherthat man's curse ringing in her ears and pounding against her skull as she crouched against the wall, tears streaming against porcelain pale cheeks. How she hated her life! Through the blackness of the room, she looked down at her shaking her hands, her body trembling both in fear and the ache of wantingno, needinga fix. Damn, Marty! Damn, Leo! Tara's whimpers grew louder as she heard the Leo's pants fall around his ankles, the motion fluid from months of practice with she as his constant victim. He began to chuckle, that ominous sound all too familiar in the inky black of the room. Suddenly, she heard a strange sound causing her eyes to go wide and her breath to catch in her throat. What the fuck...?!?! Leo shouted. Tara could hear the anger and annoyance in his voice, see the silhouetted outline of his hand as it went up to his chest. Blinking rapidly, she could clearly see something had struck him. But...what? Not wanting to waste time, not wanting to find out, Tara stood up just then. Her mind focused on one thingrun, to get out of the hotel. Whatever it was that had hit Leo, she didn't want it hitting her. The tone of Leo's voice had been enough to tell her that it was unwanted. Terrifying. Dangerous. Panicked, she spun on her heels and immediately headed for the door through which she'd been shoved. Behind her she heard a thud. Leo! He'd fallen! For a moment, she thought about turning around and that was her downfall. Just as she was about to check and see if he was all right, even though he didn't deserve it, she felt the first sting. Something bit into her side first and then her collarbone. Whatever it was, it worked fast and furiously. Her insides going cold as her body began to shut down! 'I'm going to die...here...like this...!' Tara wildly thought to herself. She tried to scream, but her mouth refused to move, her lips no longer cooperating as her body went limp and she hit the floor with the same hard thud she'd when Leo had fallen. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes just then, but none would fall...it was monstrous, just so wrong in so many ways! What was this that was coursing through her veins, allowing her to see, to feel, but unable to do a damn thing about it? Oh, she didn't know and she hardly cared. What did it matter? This was the end anyway and she had no one to mourn her loss. Served her right for her piss poor choices! Her father had warned her! And her father didn't even want her! Shit, her mother's dead ghost probably didn't either. The man had said as much! Yes, this was the end and she deserved it. Perhaps better to go this way than at the mercy of Leo. She'd been spared that humiliation at least...that one final fuck. She felt an odd shiver work its way down her spine, rippling across her flesh. Just then, she heard footsteps. The attackerthe one who wanted she and Leo dead, no doubt. She couldn't make out his face or features, but she could tell he was a man and she could feel him remove whatever it was he'd used to cause to be as she was...slumped, lifeless yet not, on the floor. It wasn't long before Tara felt her body suddenly lift off the floor, strong arms picking her up and bringing her outside. The air was cold as it kissed her flesh and saw that she was being brought over to Leo's van. Her thoughts ran wild wondering just what was going on and why. How she wished she could move, could scream. She caught sight of Leo thrown into a heap on the floor, his body a tangled mess with his pants still unceremoniously pulled down around his ankles. Clearly, their attacker had dark plans for them both, not a care for what happened to either of them. But she knew this was deserved...bad choices...they were coming back to haunt her in spades. As another wave of terror washed over Tara, she found herself being gently placed inside the van. It half startled her, her thoughts so muddled she could barely put together anything coherent. Just what was going on...why? At that, the van door shut and once again she found herself in inky darkness, unable to move, to talk...just a lifeless heap...worth nothing. Bad choices. Karma truly was a bitch. The van ride seemed to be an eternity and Tara felt every bump along the way. She was unable to brace herself as the tires drove over potholes, hit cracks in pavement. When the vehicle lurched since it could occasionally be finicky when it stopped and started she had no means of holding onto anything, her tiny body having no choice but to take the impact. She wondered how Leo was faring...if he was all right. The guy didn't deserve her worry. She knew that. But, she couldn't help it. It was just in her nature to be that way and there was no sense in changing now. Not even in the face of death. And she was sure that both she and Leo were about to face it fairly soon. When the van came to a stop, Tara felt the panic rise once again. The back doors opened and she saw the silhouetted figure looming as he approached. Once again, she couldn't make out whom the attacker was, just that he was a man. Big. And clearly he had an agenda. Oh, if only she could ask why! But life was cruel to those undeserving and she knew that by making the choices she had, by leaving home, she was paying the price. Wishing she could speak, cry, something, Tara just lied there helpless to the poison coursing through her veins. The little light that seeped into the van went dark again as a bag went over her head. This was it. The end was so near now she could feel it, taste it, smell it. Her senses were reeling despite the fact that she couldn't move, all of them on high alert. Her body was laid atop something cold, metallic. A table. Oh god! Tara felt the panic bubbling up. If only she could cry out! Plead for...oh, she didn't even know! She deserved this, after all! The metal was cold against Tara's skin and she felt more of it cuff about various points around her legs, her arms and about her neck. She was trapped. A true prisoner. As the table began to move upright, she wondered what horrors would behold her and Leo. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good. Their attacker had gone to too much trouble. But again, she had to keep reminding herself, this is what happens when you decide to give up your life for the wrong reason. Always the wrong reason... Just then, the bag came off Tara's head with a swift motion, her eyes seared by the harsh fluourescent lights of the room she was in. Across the way, she found herself staring directly at Leo, his body seemingly just as lifeless as her own. Then, for the first time, she saw him. HIM! It was the man from the coffee shop, from The Cheesecake Sisters. She recognized him immediately as he glanced between both she and Leo. Leo's thoughts had been fuzzy for the most part since getting hit with whatever it had been that struck him. But he was pissed off, adrenaline still pumping. His time had been ruined by this shit head and for what? He seriously wasn't out on some vendetta because he knocked over his coffee? Fucking Christ, the elf girl gave him a new one! Shouldn't that be enough? You don't barge in and ruin someone's fuck time with his bitch over a spilled cup of coffee. It's just against code! Honestly, if he could move, he'd deck the motherfucker even if he was bigger. He could still remember how his cock was throbbing at the anticipation of taking Tara and now that whole moment had been ruined! As the guy took off his mirrored sunglasses, Tara felt her insides knot up. He had cyberware! His eyes! Just how much of that did he have? One had to wonder...and she was certain Leo was thinking the same thing. Devices like that were expensive, hard to come by. Not unless... She pushed that right out of her head. But it was too late. Leo had messed with the wrong guy at The Cheesecake Sisters and now it was time to pay for that mistake and pay dearly. The cyber man approached Tara, her mind filled with terror. He held up surgical scissors and began to cut away her clothes. If she could've cried she would have, the anticipation of the unknown frightening her considerably. She felt cold and vulnerable, so very exposed as she was strapped there, naked, to the metallic table. She had no idea what to expect next. But she saw the tubes now in the cyber man's hands, her mind a frenzy of dark thoughts as he approached her, leaning close. He whispered against her ear, his words low and oddly soothing. Just what was he playing at? Was he toying with her? Trying to get some sick satisfaction out of this game he was playing? Oh, if only she believed that... Truth was, she didn't know what to believe any longer. The fear was too strong and this was her fate. Bad choices...bad choices... She felt the tubes get inserted one at a time, her body just accepting them as he gently pushed them inside. Again, she wished she could cry...just something. But she couldn't. She was lifeless, still unable to move and only able to watch as the cyber man moved to cut off Leo's clothes across the way, his body nicked several times over in the process. Leo seethed on the inside as the cyber man cut off his clothing. Just what the fuck did he think he was doing? And why so rough? If he was going to kill him over a cup of coffee, he'd rather he just get it over with! Besides, it was Tara's fault he knocked it over in the first place. Dumb bitch always made accidents happen! So why take it out on him and not her? He saw the preferential treatment! Or was this a mind game? Maybe it was both. Ah, the fuck if he knew. Clearly this cybered up guy was psycho! Once his clothes were cut away, his thoughts turned to the tubes he'd seen him insert into Tara. He wondered why those were needed, but moreover, he was wondering why the guy didn't seem to have any for him. Instead, the freak began droning on about epoxy. He knew what it was, but why in the hell did he need it for him? But it didn't take him long to figure it out when he rammed the stuff up his ass and his cock without care. It stung, hurt like hell! And...was that blood? Shit, the guy bloodied his cock! Oh, he'd pay for that shit! If his cock couldn't work after this...Oh, who was he kidding, this guy saw 'death' plastered over both he and Tara and he knew it. But if he somehow managed to get out of this, the guy was going to get his own dick cut off and rammed down his throat! Just then, the cyber man walked over to Tara and put a ball gag around her head, her mouth accepting it, having no choice. Almost immediately, the drool began to pool. She watched Leo get his own put on, his eyes turning slightly bloodshot afterwards. He turned toward them both, speaking briefly before leaving and leaving them both in a state that neither could even come close to explaining. Several minutes later, Tara could feel her body beginning to gain some semblance of control, a muscle twitched and she was able to crane her neck slightly. Leo did the same from where he was positioned across the way. His face began to contort, the anger evident as he glowered at Tara. She winced, cowering where she was even though Leo couldn't come near her. Per the instructions of the cyber man, Tara looked at Leo. Bad choices. That's what he was and she knew it. Really, she'd known it all along. But now, she needed him. And he saw to it that it stayed that way. What was stranger was that despite his horrific behavior, she actually didn't want to see him in any danger. It was just who she was. Leo began to grumble, desperately trying to speak through the ball gag inserted into his mouth. It was impossible for Tara to make out his words. But from the expression on his face, the way his eyes glinted maliciously, she knew he blamed her for this mess they were in. He always blamed her. And he always would. Bad choices. They never change. Not unless you break the cycle.