06-29-2014, 12:18 PM
It had been a few days since Aria had been with Dane, much less felt his presence in her vicinity. Even though she had experienced what her upstairs neighbors repeatedly emoted from upstairs, Aria wanted nothing to do with their rabbit like mating ritual. She wondered if something had changed in their relationship, the moments of anger were less but she cherished those moments. They were almost as intoxicating as the pain from the peeping-tom that Takeo had sent after her. She left to hunt monsters, her savior or something else to feel. Since that night with Dane Aria wanted to feel the negative emotions of life - pain exhilarated her, anger and fear were intoxicating.
The few days she's spent since that night she could feel her own self returning, but Aria choose to push everything away. The guilt was too much, she didn't want anything to do with it. If it had hurt instead of weighed on her soul, depressing her, it'd have been alright. She'd crossed that line, and she knew she was never going to be able to go back. Whatever her God said, she couldn't forgive herself, how would He forgive her? The intensity of the emotions felt while slicing the reporter made Aria shiver. Killing Takeo's man was more relief from his enduring pain, but the pain, she relived in her dreams.
Aria wandered the streets of Moscow, hunting. Hunting pain, her savior's flavor of anger, or a monster. Her senses were extended to her farthest reaches. Time passed, Aria didn't care, really she preferred the night time. She didn't know when she felt the pain and exhilaration. It wasn't far from her, at first she couldn't exactly tell, but it was more than one person which perplexed her, it was many. A gathering around pain. Sports had never really interested her, but this was not a sport, even boxing wasn't this.
It lead her to an abandoned something, Aria couldn't tell what it was from the state of the building or the faded paint. The door was unlocked when she tried it. The pain drew her in. A group of men, sweaty men from the smell stood and sat in a circle. Aria could feel the pain as a punch landed. She smiled. She'd seen the movie, Moscow's own fight club.
The door squealed as it closed behind her. Few glanced her way, but one person caught her attention more than the others. Fancy seeing him again. At least this time he wasn't rushing head first into danger to save a bunch of strangers. Though Aria did wonder if Connor was looking for trouble or telling more secrets. Her ire rose,but the pain here was too intoxicating. She pushed her own anger away and focused on her depressed 'friend', he was still harboring pain, different this time. She closed her eyes and savored the new flavor. She wondered what his deal was this time but it didn't matter, not really.
Aria stayed in the shadows and watched Connor and the other men. Connor seemed to watch her as if he were trying to figure her out. Good luck there! Aria smiled, he'd seen her no need to be rude, she was glad to see him, but definitely not in a good way. His pain was all to real the closer she got. Physical pain and whatever else was bothering him.
One of the men turned around and saw her he completed his turn and stepped in front of her "I don't think so missy."
Aria laughed and ran un-gloved finger across his chest, she didn't send him fear, but she could have. She could have easily made him cower before her. She smiled sweetly up at him, she remembered the night with the reporter, how she'd made her want Dane, she pushed the same feelings towards the man. She still hadn't learned to control the strength, she hoped it was not too much, she'd hate to have a puppy dog for a while. "I only want to watch."
Though that really was a lie. She would rather hurt someone right now, it would be wonderful just to not care. But Aria didn't think any of these big strong men would fight a girl her size.
The man smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulders. Too much. Aria pulled away from his embrace and moved towards Connor. He looked almost worse than he felt. She touched his face lightly, running her finger over the newly formed bruises. "That looks like it hurt."
She smiled at him.
The few days she's spent since that night she could feel her own self returning, but Aria choose to push everything away. The guilt was too much, she didn't want anything to do with it. If it had hurt instead of weighed on her soul, depressing her, it'd have been alright. She'd crossed that line, and she knew she was never going to be able to go back. Whatever her God said, she couldn't forgive herself, how would He forgive her? The intensity of the emotions felt while slicing the reporter made Aria shiver. Killing Takeo's man was more relief from his enduring pain, but the pain, she relived in her dreams.
Aria wandered the streets of Moscow, hunting. Hunting pain, her savior's flavor of anger, or a monster. Her senses were extended to her farthest reaches. Time passed, Aria didn't care, really she preferred the night time. She didn't know when she felt the pain and exhilaration. It wasn't far from her, at first she couldn't exactly tell, but it was more than one person which perplexed her, it was many. A gathering around pain. Sports had never really interested her, but this was not a sport, even boxing wasn't this.
It lead her to an abandoned something, Aria couldn't tell what it was from the state of the building or the faded paint. The door was unlocked when she tried it. The pain drew her in. A group of men, sweaty men from the smell stood and sat in a circle. Aria could feel the pain as a punch landed. She smiled. She'd seen the movie, Moscow's own fight club.
The door squealed as it closed behind her. Few glanced her way, but one person caught her attention more than the others. Fancy seeing him again. At least this time he wasn't rushing head first into danger to save a bunch of strangers. Though Aria did wonder if Connor was looking for trouble or telling more secrets. Her ire rose,but the pain here was too intoxicating. She pushed her own anger away and focused on her depressed 'friend', he was still harboring pain, different this time. She closed her eyes and savored the new flavor. She wondered what his deal was this time but it didn't matter, not really.
Aria stayed in the shadows and watched Connor and the other men. Connor seemed to watch her as if he were trying to figure her out. Good luck there! Aria smiled, he'd seen her no need to be rude, she was glad to see him, but definitely not in a good way. His pain was all to real the closer she got. Physical pain and whatever else was bothering him.
One of the men turned around and saw her he completed his turn and stepped in front of her "I don't think so missy."
Aria laughed and ran un-gloved finger across his chest, she didn't send him fear, but she could have. She could have easily made him cower before her. She smiled sweetly up at him, she remembered the night with the reporter, how she'd made her want Dane, she pushed the same feelings towards the man. She still hadn't learned to control the strength, she hoped it was not too much, she'd hate to have a puppy dog for a while. "I only want to watch."
Though that really was a lie. She would rather hurt someone right now, it would be wonderful just to not care. But Aria didn't think any of these big strong men would fight a girl her size.
The man smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulders. Too much. Aria pulled away from his embrace and moved towards Connor. He looked almost worse than he felt. She touched his face lightly, running her finger over the newly formed bruises. "That looks like it hurt."
She smiled at him.