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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 1, 2008 16:58:23 GMT -5
Chase had been a heartbeat away from telling Storm that he had done it for her, even if he'd also done it for a thousand other reasons. He'd done it for Dru, for Vannah, for the ghosts of the past and the future that could have been. But Emilian's words cut straight through any tender thoughts, any thoughts at all, for that matter, straight to the core of anger he still hadn't lanced.
The curses that escaped from Chase's gritted teeth sounded more animal than human as he staggered out of the hospital bed, eyes blazing. If there was anything he didn't need, it was Emilian's graphic reminder, and the reassurance that the bastard felt no remorse whatsoever. Chase threw himself at Emilian, hands seizing his throat, fully intending to kill him by hand, witness or no. The searing pain of knitting wounds tearing again with the stress of motion was nothing against the uncontrollable rage driving him.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Apr 2, 2008 6:35:02 GMT -5
Storms eyes shot wide as she jumped up to Chase's side. She put her hand on his arm trying to get him to stop. He was hurting himself let alone Emilian.
"Chase please stop your wounds will get worse." she said trying to get through his head. She tried to think on what to do, but the only thing that came to her mind would break the promise she made. She wrapped her arms around his frame her lips pressed to the side of his jaw, she shut her eyes tight trying to get him to relax.
"Chase please stop for me." she said pulling back slightly the worry in her eyes strengthened by the adrenaline rush in her veins.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 2, 2008 8:41:31 GMT -5
Emilian gasped when he saw Chase's angry form lunging at him, but it was quickly stifled when Chase's hands closed around his throat. He grunted and struggled, trying to pry off Chase's hands, but with only one good hand it was proving a near-impossibility. He loosened one hand just enough to gasp for a breath of air, every wound on his body burning with the effort. After surviving such a horrible battle he couldn't believe it, he was going to be choked to death. His eyes closed and he didn't see Lucretia working to get Chase off.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 2, 2008 11:15:51 GMT -5
Chase might have calmed for Storm. He could feel her arms around him, could feel the warm press of her lips, and his hands released every so slightly at the shock of that small attempt to comfort. But Emilian's strength was waning, his eyes were closing. If he just held on, it would be done, and no amount of pleading would bring the bastard back.
Stop for me. For what? For whatever bizarre relationship Storm had with Emilian? For whatever was left of any feelings she might have had for him? You're not above the law, you're not immortal, it's not worth it! Wasn't it? Wasn't this the one thing in his useless life that was worth his soul? I won't go after him again. And yet here he was. Losing everything for the satisfaction of letting rage against past and present drain away with someone else's life. Stop for me.
He was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of hating, tired of guilt for something he couldn't have stopped. Killing Emilian wouldn't bring back his sister, wouldn't see her murderer into hell. Chase relaxed his grip, numb to the marks he'd left, numb to everything. He wavered on his feet, adrenaline fading, drawing attention to his own state. He was losing blood again, dizzy again. Chase straightened, but the exertion made any further movement impossible. He leaned into Storm. I don't know what I would have done if... But there was no if. It was over.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Apr 2, 2008 11:27:01 GMT -5
Tears sprang from her eyes as her hold tightened on him, he was hurt badly, and she was afraid, not of him, but for him.
"Chase." she breathed he had stopped, whatever was going on in his mind was calmed, and she was glad.
"I know your better than this Chase, your not a murderer." she murmured into his ear. She didn't care about the blood that now stained her, or the fact that she was a mess, the fact that he was hurt over powered her sense. She didn't want to let go of him, but he was hurt. She called out for the nurse, her heart beating double time, Storm not even acknowledging Emilian's presence. She watched as the nurse came scurrying towards them Storm turned back to Chase's bed trying to help him back in, the nurse helping her wand pulled out.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 2, 2008 15:59:06 GMT -5
Emilian took fast, gasping breaths that burned his throat and made him cough, turning up on his elbow and holding his throat with his bad hand. His eyes opened just enough to see Chase spilling blood once more, and it was that sight that made him aware that the cut on his cheek had opened again, though his new blood loss was nothing compared to Chase's. He fell back onto the pillow, trying to control his breathing, he could feel bruises forming. His eyes closed again, not caring enough to see if Chase would be alright.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 2, 2008 16:09:42 GMT -5
Chase let Storm and the nurse lead him into bed, let the nurse scold and fuss over him. He had tunnel vision right now; nothing existed but the ceiling he stared at, voices and hands all sensed from the safety of emotional distance. He hadn't done it. He'd had the chance, and he hadn't been able to do it. Chase let himself forget that Emilian was nearby, didn't care for the first time in months. It had been his mission for so long now that he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do anymore.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Apr 3, 2008 6:25:22 GMT -5
Storm just wouldn't let go of his hand even as he lay down, she watched him her eyes wide with worry, not hearing what the nurse told or the reassurance she was getting. She watched as she finished her job a breath that Storm was holding escaped her lips. She brought his hand carefully up to the side of her face, as if needing to make sure that his pulse was alright. The nurse told her that she should go back to the common room and clean up, but she wasn't affected by the blood that stained her, she just wanted to make sure he was alright. Storm felt the presence of the nurse get further, going to check on Emilian, but she just couldn't look away not from Chase, not even caring if anyone were to come and see her hold on tightly to his hand as if she was the one fighting for her life.
"Chase?" she whispered only to him hoping that he could hear her.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 3, 2008 14:48:03 GMT -5
Emilian felt the Nurse check him quickly before she left. He had a feeling that, even though she was supposed to be neutral in the matter, she thought he should have been taken away long beforehand. He felt something wet and slightly sticky on his throat, he assumed to stop the bruises from being too bad, and his breathing was soon back to normal. His eyes didn't open, the only thought in his mind that he prayed the Headmistress would come and do her thing so he could get out of the god-forsaken hell-hole named the Hospital wing, whether it be by expulsion from the castle or locked up in the dungeons.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 3, 2008 16:40:48 GMT -5
Chase's jaw tightened at the soft sound of Storm's voice, at the warm feel of her hand and cheek. He knew he shouldn't look at her, knew that if he did, it'd only be acknowledging things too dangerous to think about, but the temptation was too much. He was tired, spent, emotionally and physically with the new loss of blood, but he had to see her. She'd become a succubus, shadowy figure hovering in his mind asking him what if?
What if?
Chase turned his head, eyelids heavy as he looked at her. "I've asked about you," he murmured.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Apr 4, 2008 5:54:54 GMT -5
All worry in her eyes was replace by reassurance, he would be fine. The sound of his voice brought a smile to her lips, small, but visible her usual pale face even paler, but the color was slowly returning to her face. She wanted to know what was the reply he got from inside, what was running through his head the instant that he let go of Emilian.
"And..." she asked him not daring to let go of his hand she was too afraid that if she did he would just disappear.
Storm knew that she would take his answer and respect it, no matter what it was, even if he asked for her to just leave him forever she would, and gladly, knowing that at least she was here for him.
"What was the answer you got?" she asked his her voice a soft whisper.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 4, 2008 9:23:24 GMT -5
Between the murmurs from the bed beside him and the strange feeling from the nurse, Emilian felt lost, an uncomfortable feeling of loneliness coming over him. Back home it would have been different. Back home he would have been put in a private room and given the best care, not even a scar to show for the ordeal. Someone would have been with him constantly and the one that had attacked him would have been severely punished. He fell into a troubled sleep where images of Adara and Chase fought for dominance in the front of his mind.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 4, 2008 16:22:07 GMT -5
He'd only meant that he'd asked about her, that he'd wondered how she was doing, that he'd thought about her. But he knew what she was asking; she wanted to know how he felt about her. It was impossible to answer. He didn't know if he wanted her so badly because of what they'd shared, or because he couldn't have her. So he took the question literally. "I heard you were on the outside looking in, trying to get involved without getting too close." Wasn't that the story of their lives?
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Apr 5, 2008 3:14:08 GMT -5
She nodded her head, she would accept that, for now at least. She looked down for a few moments, trying to explain exactly what she was trying to do.
"I think I'm trying to help, but I don't know how, what I can do without hurting everyone around me, and at the same time I don't want to do anything, because I might make a mistake." she said still not looking up at him, not sure how she could at this point.
"Chase, I owe you an apology, many times over, and I need to tell you something..." she trailed off not sure how, but she had to explain what she talked about with Pandora, and the little bet they had come up with.
"You see early this year, we came up with a bet, who could get the guy they liked first, it was silly, but it wasn't meant to harm anyone, we are very competitive, especially with each other, but it's not like what it sounds like." she exhaled a sigh, she would allow him to take it however he wanted, but it wasn't like they wer doing it for fun, she knew that Pandora really cared for Ryan, and herself for Chase.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 5, 2008 23:39:14 GMT -5
As he listened to Storm's confession, Chase's face remained unreadable beyond the flicker of scarlet in his eyes. "We, who?" he asked, though he was sure he knew the answer. Pandora had been all over him lately, and he knew she and Storm were friends. It explained why she'd gone from casual conversation to the constant tease she was now.
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