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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:26:58 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
Walking out of the shadows Samson meet the challenge of the brave man protecting Cara after watching him throw away the bullets within his gun, a mistake on his behalf.
Pocketing the dagger Samson decided to play it cool pretend that he was worried about the young girl on the ground and steep closer, a target not just on the man above her but her to.
Steep by steep he came closer until he knelt down beside the girl trying to read if she was still breathing or not, not seeing a rise or fall of her chest or if there was it was to small for the eye to see even under the jacket covering her otherwise torn clothes and naked back.
As he had steeped closer to Cara he had tried to read the man's face seeing if he bought into the tail he was spinning somehow it didn't look as though he did.
"You can't believe I did this, do you?" he had asked.
It was a second later that he felt a hand go around his throat, a hand that then threw him up against a wall pinning him there the fingers of the man holding the front of his shirt as he spat words into Samson's face.
"It doesn't matter what I think..." the man hissed.
Samson's eyes noticed the fact that the man holding him was fishing around for something his eyes drawing wide as it was revealed that he to had a knife, it was within another second that the tip started to bite into his neck.
"You did this to her..."
Blood started to trickle.
"and I intend to carry out the threat I made..."
A scream came from Samson as the man plugged the knife into his shoulder, Samson falling to the ground as the man backed away a few steeps ready for a fight but Samson had other idea's, playing to the mans weakness as he had done with Cara.
"And while you're carrying that threat out you leave her to die" He said slowly getting to his feet. "And it wasn't I who harmed her it was a monster of a man, I've seen those sorts of marks before on a man I know has come to live here, a man to know to be very upset with the young girl right now... you see sir I am the father of her child. Mark Blaze her husband did this to her, pay back, not I"
Breath leaving her, her body growing cold Cara thought she heard noises as she came back to the waking world only to slip back out and in again. For the life of her she could no longer feel the burning pain in her left arm, in fact, she couldn't feel it at all and that wasn't the only thing she couldn't feel, she couldn't feel her legs either.
What she did feel was numb, cold, dizzy and weak all at the same time, a blurr of noises feeling her ear though to none could she make it out. It was in that moment that she tried to move her head but she couldn't even do that and when she tried to so much as whisper, no sound came out.
It wasn't long before her breath and world started to fall away again once more slipping into darkness.
"Mark" she finally managed to whisper wanting it to be her last breath... the last thing she'd say if her will didn't pull her through this time.
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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:27:28 GMT 10
Calvin Booth
When Calvin killed there was no fictional washing of the hands to rid his skin of the metaphorical human blood that covered them. There were no thoughts on how this would effect anyone else... the only thought was what he had to do.... and the signals his brain sent to his finger to pull the trigger or throw the knife in some cases. There were no troubling thoughts until afterward. In Iraq, Korea and Panama where he'd gone and done jobs for the government there had been long hikes back to the base or to where the helicopter was supposed to pick him up. To be alone with yourself after something like that was worse then being in a crowded room of people and telling them what you've done. The crowded room of people would probably be much more understanding. His own conscious though referred to him as a monster... someone who took human life without questions or concerns for who might be effect... Calvin had often found himself talking out loud... arguing that those were his orders.. he hadn't even known the guy... all he knew was they were a threat to the United States and they'd had to be eliminated... still though.. Calvin carried the guilt of all the people he'd killed as a sniper with him.. he'd lost track of the number... but he had a feeling that when he matched the number of criminals he'd caught and put away to the number of people he'd killed as a sniper.. he would feel it.. a peace... he just knew he would.
Yet tonight he was contemplating killing yet another man... even if this man had tried to kill Cara and was determined to try and kill him Calvin already felt the nagging of conscious.. he was a murderer... no better then anyone else... just because he'd been carrying out orders.. but he shook the self pitying thoughts off. He was not. What he'd done was noble and good.... he'd protected his country... he was a man that had helped terrorist attacks from every even taking shape... he'd done good by many of the people he'd killed.. he had to tell himself that... because it had to be true. Yet Calvin was blinded by rage... and though he'd threatened to kill the man it took all he had to even drive the blade into his shoulder... and when the man screamed he knew that would be something else that was added to his nightmares.. an ear piercing scream of pain that was unlike anything he'd ever heard before.. he'd never been in this close of a proximity and prolonged someone's death.. normally it was quick and easy.. most of the time they didnt' even see it coming... but on rare occasions... like this one... he was torturing the man he was going to kill... and he shuddered at the thought... but pulled the knife out just the same.
"And while you're carrying that threat out you leave her to die" He said slowly getting to his feet and Calvin tightened his hold on the knife... his eyes not leaving the man who was now holding his shoulder... crimson blood seeping through his fingers. "And it wasn't I who harmed her it was a monster of a man, I've seen those sorts of marks before on a man I know has come to live here, a man to know to be very upset with the young girl right now... you see sir I am the father of her child. Mark Blaze her husband did this to her, pay back, not I" he said and Calvin wanted to laugh.. if he hadn't seen Mark Blaze moments ago and how distraught he looked Calvin might have believed the man... might have entertained the thought for a brief moment that he was telling the truth.. but he'd seen Mark... and the man was obviously upset but he was not in any state of mind to do something that meticulous on the back of his wife... Calvin knew people... he knew that the man.. no matter his record... was not capable of such cruelty when it came to another human being... he could see it in the man's eyes.. he was not a killer... though he liked to hurt people that deserved it.. he was not a murderer... not like the man in front of him.
"You know if you'd caught me ten minutes ago I would have believed you..." he admitted, twirling the knife between his fingers, taunting him.. wanting him to see the sharp blade that would cause the end of him. "You see I ran into him on the way over here.. he wasn't in any state to do something like this to his wife..." he said with a bemused expression on his face. Without warning he threw and it buried itself int he man's thigh.. which he'd been aiming for... knife throwing had been a popular game among the snipers that had stayed on base in the Middle East... and Calvin had been the best. As the man lost his foot yet again Calvin caught him by his hair and held him up so he couldn't fall to the ground. "Let's talk shall we..." he hissed darkly, the palm of his hand on top of the knife, ready to push it in deeper if the man didn't comply. "and you're going to tell me everything or I will cut your throat and leave you here to rot..." he threatened, his voice serious though inwardly he wasn't sure he could do it. "I could put you away for the rest of your life.. or on death row... maybe deaths to good for you... maybe I should just let Mark get a hold of you..." he speculated... knowing that with some criminals the speculation of all their different punishments caused them mroe pain then any physical injuries Calvin could inflict on them. "Did you do this to her?" he demanded to know and applied pressure to the knife, driving it deeper into his thigh. He was determined to get his answer.
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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:27:58 GMT 10
Cara Blaze Andovea
Holding his shoulder Samson had cried when the knife had dug into him his anger building inside him though he didn't show it, there was more to his plan then killing the man before him demanding his surrender which wouldn't come, or at lest not yet.
Ever since the man ad arrived Samson had never taking his eyes off the prize the dieing Cara on the ground a red spot seeping through the jacket a fact he made known as he got to his feet, the second part of his plan coming into action.
Blame, and the bringing down of Mark Blaze with it. It seemed as though however the man didn't believe him almost as if he knew Mark himself knowing that the monster of a man would never do something so heartless... showed how much the man knew.
"You know if you'd caught me ten minutes ago I would have believed you..."
Samson watched as the man twirled the knife he held seeing the blade glimmer in the light as it circled.
"You see I ran into him on the way over here.. he wasn't in any state to do something like this to his wife..."
Samson would of laughed if it wasn't for the cry that once again took over everything else a blade now sticking into his leg as once again be fell into himself only to be held up by his hair.
"Let's talk shall we...and you're going to tell me everything or I will cut your throat and leave you here to rot..."
Again Samson would of laughed yet the man's hand rested on the handle of the knife ready to push it in deeper and deeper... yet a knife could only go so far and as for the threat something told Samson that he wouldn't go through.
"I could put you away for the rest of your life.. or on death row... maybe deaths to good for you... maybe I should just let Mark get a hold of you..."
At that Samson's eyes went wide the very though of Mark Blaze turning his blood into ice.
"Did you do this to her?"
From her place on the ground Cara's body seemed lifeless, every laboured breath becoming harder and harder to take in.
Where once she hadn't been able to feel her legs or her left arm she now couldn't feel anything at all the coldness she had once felt now turning into numbness.
For the brief moment her eyes had opened she thought she had seen shadows within the darkness only now to believe she was mistaken, she would die alone, on the cold hard ground the unborn baby dieing along with her.
Within a few moments her body started to buck and jump a state of shock taking her over.
From his place on the ground Samson felt the blade being pushed in deeper the temper of the man falling away.
"Like I'd tell you" he whispered. "You're just wasting your time and while you're trying to get an answer out of me you leave her to die... some hero you are. Look at her she's gone into shock and after that she'll die and it's you who had done it trying to get an answer out of me instead of helping her."
He laughed.
"As for Mark not doing that to her you don't seem to know that monster as well as I, he'd kill, he almost killed my father and for what? I saw scares along that girls neck weeks old are you to tell me they aren't from Mark, from a blade that would of taken her life? No matter though in another few minutes she'll be gone.... along with you"
With that he pulled his own knife out of his pocket and plugged it into the man before him aiming for his arm pit but only getting his arm. With all his might he pushed the man away and started to use the wall to help himself up again as he pulled the knife out of his leg.
"Mark may not be a killer, but how about you?"
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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:28:36 GMT 10
Calvin Booth
Calvin had once been told that he'd inherited his father temper... yet somehow despite that he'd also been blessed with his mother's patients and his grandfather's compassion.. a man that Calvin had only met once when he'd been very young. Most of the time his compassion and patience overrode his father's short temper but at this moment the lust for blood was consuming him.. to see this man leave this life.. watch as the light faded from his eyes was filled him and blindly he stabbed the man in the thigh. There had only bee one other time when he'd been this angry and it had been in the underground prison in Iraq. They'd just finished torturing one of the corporals that he'd led into this situation. The man was huddled in the corner.. bleeding to death from the wound in his tounge caused by the nail tha had been driven through it and was still lodged there. Calvin could hear him whimpering and long ago he'd managed to untie the ropes that bound him and took turns going aroudn to the corporals and talking to each one individually, hoping to provide some comfot. On this particular day Calvin walked over to the dying man and sat beside him... saying nothing. It was then that the door opened and a flashlight was shined in their direction. Shiedlign his eyes Calvin saw the men come over to them.. and he saw that the man had a whip that was coverd in spurs peant to hit a horse or a cow with. As the man moved towards already suffering soldier Calvin shileded his body with his own. The Iraqi soldier knew wihtout Calvin uttering a word that he woudl have to get through the young Sergent to get to his original prey... Calvin remembered being hit until he was no longer conscious and when he woke up he was lying next to the cold, lifeless body of the corporal that he'd been trying to protect....
The urge protect Cara was just as strong as the urge to protect the young soldier had been then... perhaps even stronger considering the fac tthat there were two lives on the line.. hers and the baby he was certain she was carrying. It took all his restraint not to stab the man in the neck and just end it all in that moment but he wanted to see suffer unimaginable pain that would make him wish he'd left Cara alone. So he drove the knife into his thigh, demanding answer from him but kowing quiet well that he probably woudln't get them no matter what he did. It had been a long while since his insticts to kill had been squelched and stashed away... never to be called on agin.. but now.. now they were reawakened and Calvin.. though he was certain he woudl regret it later.. intended to kill this man before him.. even if he had to do it one strand of hair at a time. He knew that every second counted.. despite his desire to kill this man he knew that Cara's life was on the line and that she was dying even as he dallyed with the amn.. it was then taht Calvin realized he wouldnt' be able to kill this man tonight.. if he wanted to save Cara he had to get her to a doctor as soon as he could.. but he would have to do something so Mark coudl take care of him when he wished too.. though he didn't believe in human being punishing other human beings for the sake fo revenge the cop was certain that if Mark didn't do it.. Calvin would.
He demaned to know weather he'd done this to Cara... driving the knife deeper into his thigh. "Like I'd tell you" he whispered and Calvin's grip on the knife tightened to the poin that his knuckles were turning white and he coudl feel his fingers beginning to cramp up. "You're just wasting your time and while you're trying to get an answer out of me you leave her to die... some hero you are. Look at her she's gone into shock and after that she'll die and it's you who had done it trying to get an answer out of me instead of helping her." He already knew that Cara was dying and he arleady knew exactly what he was going to do. Whent he man laughed he felt rage fueling his every move and he drove the kinife even deeper.. "As for Mark not doing that to her you don't seem to know that monster as well as I, he'd kill, he almost killed my father and for what? I saw scares along that girls neck weeks old are you to tell me they aren't from Mark, from a blade that would of taken her life? No matter though in another few minutes she'll be gone.... along with you" Calvin was observant and he saw the blade even before it was plunged into his arm... but before he coudl react it was to late and a searing pain shot through him.. making him gasp as loosen his old on the man in front of him.
The man pushed him away and Calvin fell back.. trying to catch his breath.. a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. He closed his eyes as he clamberd to his feet.. slowly his hand slipped into his pocket... "Mark may not be a killer, but how about you?" Calvin gaze dat the man for a moment and thenwithout thought he lunged at him.. slamming aginast the wall he had his handcuffs out in a flash... one cuff was around the man's wrist.. the other around a storm grate... he woudl not be going anywhere for a while. "I am not a killer.. not like you..." he snarled and then climbing off the man he staggered over to Cara and picked her up into his arms.. queit a task considering the fact that he coudl feel the blood soaking the sleeve of his shirt. He tunred to the man and smiled rahter bemused now. "Don't worry Mark will be here soon to keep you company..." he assured him and with that he wrapped his jacket more cloesly around Cara and as he carried her toward the mout of the alley he looked down at her. She seemd so pale and so weak.. as if he were watching ehr wither away and he carried her... hoping against hope and for the sake of the child that she was carrying.. that he wasn't to late.
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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:29:09 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
Returning to the moonlit alleyways, Mark Blaze walked silently with his gloved hands in his trench coat pockets and his shoulders hunched, signaling that he was still in a foul mood. The only sounds to be heard were the quiet night breeze and the small squeaks of protest from his gloves when he balled his hands into fists. The larger man was very reluctant to come back this way because of what happened merely a hour ago, something that broke his heart and made him extremely angry, but it was the only way back home from the graveyard he went to. He had found out from the doctor that Cara was indeed with child, something that made him proud at first, but his world came crashing down when he learned when she had gotten pregnant. From what he had heard from the doctor, she had gotten pregnant when she was over seas in his hometown, a place he would never go back to, and thus he could not be the father of her child. The very thought of her, the one woman who he loved and she loved him back, cheating on him made his blood boil, making him clench his fists until his knuckles were bone-white. He was actually surprised when he felt a sharp pain in his right hand when he tightened, making him stop in his tracks. The dark haired man removed the black leather that encased his hand to revel his hand covered with dry blood and the wound on his knuckles open and bleeding again. He wondered slightly how he had got the wound in the first place, but then he remembered he had punched the wall without holding back, meaning to hit Cara with a killing blow. With a low sigh, he merely placed his glove back on his hand, not really caring if he bled to death or got a infection. After what had happened tonight, he had nothing else to live for, he had lost everything in a matter of moments, and he was going to die anyway so why do anything about it. Right now, he felt like drowning in his misery and let his sadness take over him, but both his pride and Dementis would not let him do that. Just when he was about to turn a corner, Mark’s sensitive hearing picked up what sounded like metal against metal. It sounded as something was struggling to get free and it perked the larger man’s natural curiosity, making him go into the shadows to find out what exactly it was. When he saw the source of the sound, he was rather surprised that it was a young man, about 18 or 19, handcuffed to a metal grate and struggling to get free but have no luck. After a few moments of studying him under the pale moonlight, Mark grey green eyes narrowed into slits when he noticed that it was none other than the priest’s son, Stalin who was fighting to get free. The larger man felt his rage sky rocket and his lust for blood overtake him, his darker half telling him that he was the child’s father and deserved to die along with Cara. Listening to his demon counterpart, Mark stepped out of the shadows, his eye almost fully grey.
“What have we here? Aren’t you a long way from home, boy?” he asked in a cruel voice, the younger man turning his head towards him with wide eyes, and Mark heard Samson whisper the word ‘monster’, “I’ll show just how much of a monster I am, but first tell me, are you the father of the child that grows in Cara?” he questioned lowly. The other man tucked on the handcuffs, desperate to get free before the larger man got his hands on him. He had heard the stories his father had told him, all the devious things the dark haired man had done, and he did not want to be the next victim to this beast. Suddenly, a idea popped into his head, making him still his movements. The idea the smaller man had thought up was part of his original plan, but it was better and it would be for sure that the demon would pay for his sins. With a smirk on his face, Samson stood straight to his full height, which was a mere 6 feet, and met Mark’s gaze, some fear still in his blue eyes. He ran a hand through his short blonde hair before he began to speak.
“Yes I am, in fact, I’m very proud of it. Such a pity that even though she married you, she loves me more.” he laughs at his statement, making Mark furious, “My father was right about you, your nothing but a monster and something that doesn’t have a right to live. I don’t know why someone as beautiful as Cara would ever marry the likes of you!” he spat venomously before tugging on the handcuffs again, keeping his eyes on the larger man. By this time, Mark was seething, his almost fully grey eyes glaring daggers at the trapped man. Samson, who was still tugging hard on the handcuffs, took a quick glance toward it to see if it had become loose before looking back at Mark. The younger man nearly jumped out of his skin when his gaze met the larger man’s broad chest and then started to franticly pull on his restraint, his past courage leaving him in a instant. Quicker than the blink of a eye, the dark haired man’s large hand was wrapped around Samson’s throat, cutting off the oxygen to his lungs. The other man began to claw feverishly at his hands to escape, but it did not effect the enraged man, only making his grip more tighter. Without warning, the larger man throws him across the alleyway, the force of his throw break the handcuffs’ chain that connected them, and watched as he hit the wall with a sickening thud. After he fell to the ground, Samson shook his head and looked toward Mark, a terrified and dazed look in his eyes when he saw the dark haired man stalking toward him. He then began to back away quickly while he was still on the ground, but he was too slow for Mark had reached him, grabbing him by his ankle and lifting him up to the air. With a low and feral growl, the infuriated man slammed the priest’s son into the brick wall, letting go of his ankle as he did. Samson screamed in pain when his body connected hard to the wall and once he fell to the ground, he clutched his ribs, feeling that some were broken. The larger man roughly grabs the back of the smaller man’s head and lifted him up with ease until his feet no longer touch the ground. He quickly slammed his face on the wall and started to grind his face against the bricks, not stopping until that part of the wall was covered in blood. As he did this, Mark relished the bloodcurdling screams that came from Samson, taking a sick and twisted kind of pleasure from his suffering. He had been wanting to do this to Stalin for all his life, but doing it to his so would do since it was his flesh and blood. He was not only getting some pay back for what his father did to him for so many years, he was also releasing his rage at Cara for cheating on him and at Samson for being the father of the child and taking Cara away from him. He finally released his grip on the young man, letting him drop to the ground, and watched as the blood continued to flow from the man’s now shredded face. Mark looked upon Samson with emotionless eyes that had a glint off bloodlust, showing that he didn’t care if the man died or not. The priest’s was still for a few moment, not making a sound, before he started to gasp for breath and roll onto his stomach, weakly trying to crawl away. Samson didn’t even make it a few inches away before Mark grabbed him by the leg and slowly pulled him towards him. Still bleeding profusely, Samson looked back at Mark, shaking his head weakly and tried to beg him to stop, but no words came out of his mouth. Using both hands, the larger man grabbed both above and below his knee and without a second thought, forced his leg to go the wrong way, thus breaking it. As the sickening crack of bone sounded, Samson screamed in agonizing pain before he let out a even louder one when Mark broke his other leg the same way. The dark haired man dropped his leg carelessly to the ground before calmly, yet threatening, toward Samson’s arm, not worrying about the younger man escaping now. He placed his boot the other man’s elbow and grabbed his arm before forcing it into the wrong direction, breaking it much like he did his legs. Once again, Samson let out a bone-chilling scream of pain as Mark broke both his arms, tears now pouring down his bloody face. Mark knew now the priest’s son was totally defenseless now, but to him, his job still wasn’t down. One more thing should complete it and he cared little if it killed the man or not. Kneeling down to one knee beside the younger man, Mark watched with emotionless eyes as Samson tried to get away from him, looking away from the dark haired man in fear. He roughly grabbed the boy’s chin and forced him to meet his gaze, seeing the pure terror in his blue orbs.
“Your father should have killed me when he had the chance.” he stated in a emotionless voice before using a technique that he had learned while he was on the road and something he hardly used before. Letting his hand run down from the other man’s chin to under his jaw, Mark placed his thumb on one side and his other fingers on the other, both where major veins were. Quickly applying hard pressure to the veins and pressing upward, Mark kept his eyes on the terrified man, watching and waiting until the other man slipped into unconsciousness. He had actually learned this technique from a martial arts master who had been a associate of his and it was the only one he wanted to learn, nothing more. He didn’t know the exact name of it, but he knew it had to do with the pressure points and it kill someone. He watched silently as the younger man’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his breathing went shallow and the blood continue to run down his face, it glistening in the pale moonlight. He knew he had slipped into unconscious, but he wanted to kill him for what he and his father did to him and continued to apply pressure under his jaw, not hearing the footsteps coming closer from behind him.
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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:29:41 GMT 10
Calvin Booth
Calvin had left Cara with the bartender. He felt rather bad about doing it but he wasn't sure he would be able to stay around and then not get looked at by the doctor that he was calling. Rebecca had given him the man's number in case he needed it for something. He never though he would but when he'd carried Cara in there he already had the card out to hand over to the man. Calvin could have used his cell phone but then that would have meant he'd have to stay and wait for him to get there and he was in mood to do that. The cut on his arm was superficial... he could stitch it up when he got home with the kit he kept under his bed. The bleeding had stopped and the sleeve of his long sleeved shirt was stiff with dried blood and sweat. Though his shoulder was throbbing his arm felt numb and he couldn't even move it... it hung uselessly at his side and he wondered momentarily how he was going to drive home. His car was manual but it wouldn't be very easy. He supposed he could call someone but that would be a pain.. who would be up this late at night.. for some he supposed it would considered this early in the morning... needless to say he wanted to get to his car... because there he was certain he got cell phone service.
He decided one again to cut through the alleyways. He knew that most people would have taken what had happened as a lesson and probably never do it again but Calvin was like most people. He viewed what had happened as something that was supposed to happen. It was his job to protect people like Cara from the pig of a man that he'd left handcuffed tot he storm drain. He wondered if he should go and see what had become of him if Mark had found him. At that moment a scream filled the air... and blood curdling scream that made the hair on the back of Calvin's neck stand on end. He turned in the direction where he'd left the man.. already sure he knew what his fate was.. from the sound of it Mark had already found him. Another scream and Calvin, against his will remembered hearing those screams in the underground cell in Iraq. His men had screamed like that.. one particularly had literally begged to be killed as they nailed his tongue to a board... Calvin remembered that one... he remembered seeing the man as he was thrown into the cell.. and he remembered trying to protect him when the Iraqi soldiers tried to glean more information from him.. when Calvin had come out of his unconscious state the man was dead... and Calvin had sat there... in that spot... the ceiling was so low that a man like Calvin couldn't stand up straight... usually when they were taken to the 'other room' young boys were sent to get them... and Calvin could never bring himself to fight the youth that had to be no older then ten or eleven...
Another scream pierced the air and Calvin picked up his pace a little.. how many screams had he heard that had been mingled with his memories. Whatever was being done to the man he was suffering and Calvin felt a strange satisfaction overwhelm him. Calvin tuned the corner and entered the alley where he'd left the man. Then he saw Mark, hunched over to the collapsed figure and Calvin knew without even walking over there that Mark was intent on killing the man. Suddenly Calvin's own feeling of loath came to him and he recalled how badly he'd wanted to kill him at one point.. yet he probably wouldn't have done it... he had a hard enough time pulling the trigger when it was an order or when his life was threatened.. to do it deliberately because the man had hurt someone he knew just seemed barbaric.. it wasn't his place to punish him... and yet Calvin knew for a fact that if someone tried to hurt Rebecca or Parker he would not hesitate... the scar on his chest from the bullet he'd taken for his partner was evidence of that... the men he had killed who had tried to take her revealed that too... but those were the only people he would willingly kill for... the only people that he would not hesitate for...
Calvin knew what Mark was doing even before he was close enough to see. The big man had put the smaller man in a coma and Calvin knew that he would be in pain the rest of his life.. the coma this man was in was not complete... he may look like he's asleep but he was in pain and Calvin knew Mark would rather have him be in pain the rest of his life then kill him now... it was to quick.. surely Mark realized that. "You know any more and you're going to kill him..." he said gravely... standing a good enough distance from Mark that he would be able to move and Mark tried to attack him. "If you stop now he'll be in pain the rest of his life... he deserves that... death would be a blessing to him..." Calvin told him... wondering if he sounded just as heartless as he felt. "Your wife Mark.. she's in pretty bad shape... a doctor should be seeing to her now... but I couldn't stay... I didn't want to deal with questions..." he explained with a shrug of only one shoulder since his left one was useless. "She was asking or you... the whole time I was carrying her she called your name..." he told him, knowing that Mark was distraught and enraged... but Calvin hoped that the big man would have the sense to go be with someone who loved him... it helped in these kind of situations.
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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:30:13 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
He was so close to what he had been wanting to do for some many years to Samson’s father, only a minute or to left until he reached toward his ultimate goal. Even though it was just Samson, it was just as satisfying to the larger man, knowing that he would take out someone of Stalin’s own flesh and blood. Dementis’ voice reverberated throughout his mind, telling him to finish him, to hold nothing back and make him pay for what both his father and he did to him, and that was what he was going to do. In the past, he had swore not to become a murderer, but since he had nothing to live for now and had nothing to lose, he was going to do what his darker side wanted to do, kill him. The dark haired man didn’t care for what consequences that laid ahead of him with the blood of the priest’s son on his hands, he didn’t care if he was sent to prison to rot, he didn’t care about anything anymore. Kneeling down next to the terrified man, Mark told him in a emotionless voice that his father should have killed him when he had the chance before pressing down and upward on the pressure points on Samson’s neck. He watched with soulless eyes fell into a coma from the pain and him putting pressure on that part of his neck, but the larger man continued to apply hard pressure on his neck despite this fact. He was so intent on killing the younger man that he didn’t hear the footsteps come from behind him and stop a few feet away. When the officer’s voice reached his ear, Mark merely looked over his shoulder, his grey green eyes empty and lifeless, a gaze that perhaps the officer never saw before.
"You know any more and you're going to kill him..." the other man said, but the dark haired man didn’t care if he killed the blonde haired man, "If you stop now he'll be in pain the rest of his life... he deserves that... death would be a blessing to him..." he said, showing his more heartless side and catching Mark slightly off guard, but not enough for it to show in his eyes, and taking his suggest into consideration, "Your wife Mark.. she's in pretty bad shape... a doctor should be seeing to her now... but I couldn't stay... I didn't want to deal with questions..." he shrugged one shoulder as if the other one had gotten injured somehow, "She was asking or you... the whole time I was carrying her she called your name..." he explained. Looking back at the unconscious man without saying a word, Mark thought over what Calvin had said. He did have a point, death was far too merciful for Samson after what he and Stalin did to ruin his life. Yet he had to wonder where this more heartless side of the cop came from. Did this young man do something that made Officer Booth mad. Yet where ever it came from, Mark actually kinda like this new side of Calvin. After a few moments of thinking over, Mark finally released his hold on Samson and stood to his full height, turning around afterwards. He looked down at Calvin with the same dead gaze he had before and crossed his muscular arms in front of him, ready to leave at any moment, but not where Calvin thought.
“Why should I care? She cheated on me, Booth, and ripped my heart to shreds. I thought she loved me, but she doesn’t, not at all. I loved her and she said she loved me, but she betrayed me by going behind my back with a other man, with him!” he spat the last word as he gestured toward Samson, “Don’t you see Booth? She lied to me, she doesn’t love me, in fact, she’s carrying his child! So tell me why I should care what happens to her now when she turned her back on me?!” he snarled venomously, glaring harshly at the officer.
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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:30:42 GMT 10
Calvin Booth
Mark was in pain... that much was obvious. Calvin knew what that pain felt like for he'd seen the very look in his own eyes the night Taressa had refused ot marry him and then left to go heaven only knew where. Life had seemed to end as he knew it. He'd been studying for finals but that suddenly took a back seat as grief and feeling of betrayal filled him. What had he done? What had happened that would make her feel that he couldn't provide for her and their unborn baby? He'd grown used to the idea of becoming a father, writing in tot he the chief of staff and telling him that he coudln't come back to the rangers becasue he had a family. Instead he wrote a letter begging to coem back, to be sent anywhere as long as he didn't have to be on American soil for a long time. So he'd been sent to Northern Korea, there he repressed the happy memories of Taressa by replacing them with things that one only saw in hideious nightmares. He'd lost a shell of himself there, a shell that he'd done so he could survive college life. It was gone, and he told himself that hsi feelings for Taressa were gone to, for all he knew she had gotten rid of the baby but then she had to go and show up in Paris and show him his son, and everything changed... now he was living with her again and though he loved every moment with his son he knew that he and Taressa were growing further and further apart...
Calvin tried to tell Mark that the woman he loved wasn't in the best condition... hoping that it woudl get through to hima nd he woudl stop trying to kill the man that was still handcuffed to the storm grate despite his broken arms and legs. The unconscious man's chest rose and fell eradically and Calvin wondered if he would live much longer even if they were able to get him to a hospital and his vitals stable. He hoped that by telling Mark of Cara that the man would go to her... love was a powerful thing.. it made people do things that normally they would never think about doing... like taking a bullet for someone... he'd taken a bullet for his partner while in New York because he'd promised he'd protect her, and at that moment it was the only solution hat presented itself... still they'd gotten her and he'd snuck out of the hospital, threatened her imprisoned brother and gotten her back... but it was what you did for those you loved.. it was what he did for his partner... when love ran deep enough no matter what they did, said, or acted like it didn't matter to you because in your eyes they're perfect... and his eyes his partner was perfect... if Mark felt a fraction for Cara what Calvin felt for Rebecca the man would alredy be up and running to her.. but he wasn't.. he stil stood there glaring down at the man.
Finally Mark looked over at the cop and Calvin waitd in silence, staying in the shadows so Mark woudlnt' see the weakness that his lifeless arm caused him.. the man could decide that he didn't want to hear what Calvin had to say and decide that the cop deserved the same fate as the man that was now in a coma. Finallly Mark released the hold he'd had on the man and straigthened to his full height, towering over Calvin's hieght of 6' 1''. Calvin looked up at himw ithout fear as he crossed his arms and looked down at the cop with an empty gaze. The agent had never been afraid of the big man in front of him. He was former sniper and FBI agent... things that scared him were no longer related to people. He todl Mark that Cara had been asking for him the whole time athat he'd carried her to the bar, which was the the truth.. every tim eshe'd muttered his name Calvin had felt guilt overtake him because he knew that it should be her husband carrying her to a doctor.. not him. “Why should I care? She cheated on me, Booth, and ripped my heart to shreds. I thought she loved me, but she doesn’t, not at all. I loved her and she said she loved me, but she betrayed me by going behind my back with a other man, with him!” he spat the last word as he gestured toward Samson and Calvin raised an eyebrow at this... cheated on him? He honestly thought the girl could cheat on him with that pig of a man? “Don’t you see Booth? She lied to me, she doesn’t love me, in fact, she’s carrying his child! So tell me why I should care what happens to her now when she turned her back on me?!” he said and Calvin suddenly understood. He thougth she had cheated on him and the baby was Samsons.. he could see why Mark was upset.
"Do you have proof that the baby is his?" Calvin asked firmly, still believing that Cara would never cheat on Mark.. the way she had protected him at the cafe when they'd first met was testament to that. "You honestly think that Cara would do something like that.... she loves you... its obvious..." he trialed, hoping that some how he was getting through to Mark but knowing that he owuld need hard solid proof that the baby was hi and not the other man's. He knew then he woudl have to appeal to Mark's sadistic side.. that he would have to say something that would make him want to go for the wrong reason.. but what to say. Taking a breath, and really not being able to compeltely believe he was saying it he muttered. "If you hate her so much then go just to make sure the baby is dead.. to make sure that his child.." he motioend to Samson. "Will never come into this world..." he suggested... knowing that it was a twisted way of looking at it but Calvin was sure that if he coudl just ge teh man there that everything would be okay.. his gut told him so and Calvin had always followed his gut. "and if nothing else go to say goodbye before you leave..." he suggested as well and Calvin waited to see if Mark would listen to him.. or if he woudd turn the other way and leave... as the cop coudl see he wanted to do.
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Post by witch on Oct 15, 2010 12:31:21 GMT 10
Mark Blaze
When he heard the officer’s voice pierce through the darkness, Mark merely looked over his shoulder with a dead gaze, not removing his gloved hand from the young man’s neck. Keeping within the shadows and a safe distance away, Calvin told him that if he held Samson any longer like that, that he would kill him. The look on his face told him that he didn’t really care if the man lived or not nor did he care what happened with himself even if it meant him going to prison. Since he had figured out that Cara had betrayed him, he had nothing else to live for and he had actually lost the will to live. When officer Booth told him that if he would let him live that he would be in pain for the rest of his life and showing his more heartless side, it slight caught the larger man off guard but he did not show it as he considered what the other man had said. He had been rather surprised by his words, showing him a side that he never thought this cop had. The officer also told him that when had taken Cara to get some help, she had been called his name the entire time. Without a word and not showing his displeasure of hearing her name, the dark haired man looked back at the unconscious man, who’s face was still bleeding profusely. As he continued to gaze at Samson with emotionless eyes, Mark thought over what Calvin had said, seeing that he did have a point. After what his father did to him and what he had said to him, death was far too merciful for him. Yet he had to wonder where this more heartless side of the cop came from. Did this young man do something that made Officer Booth mad? Yet where ever it came from, Mark actually kinda like this new side of Calvin because it was like himself. After a few moments of thinking over, Mark finally released his hold on Samson and stood to his full height, turning around to send the soulless gaze down at Calvin.. He crossed his muscular arms in front of him, ready to leave at any moment to where ever he wished to get away from everyone. In a callous voice, the larger man questioned him why should he care because the young female had cheated on him with Samson. He also told that she had lied to him and asked him why should care what happened to her when it was clear she didn’t care about him. He Calvin could tell he was in pain and he didn’t like that one bit, it just made him even more angrier. Realization shinned in Booth’s eyes and he began to speak.
"Do you have proof that the baby is his? You honestly think that Cara would do something like that.... she loves you... its obvious..." his voice trailed off for a moment, trying to get the larger man to believe, but he was failing miserably, "If you hate her so much then go just to make sure the baby is dead.. to make sure that his child.. will never come into this world... and if nothing else go to say goodbye before you leave..." he said in a quiet voice. Keeping a steady cold gaze on the other man, Mark once more thought over his words. Though it sounded tempting to kill the baby to make sure the Stalin bloodline ended, he knew he couldn’t do it, but he knew his darker side would be more than happy to do so. He himself could never hurt a child on purpose not, he would even hate himself if he hurt a child in a fit of rage. Though that fact was true, he did not want the officer to know so his face remained emotionless. After a few moments of thinking, Mark unfolded his arms with a slight nod.
“Fine, I’ll go, but not because of your reasons.” he stated in a lowly voice and made his way past Calvin, but he stopped before he left the alleyway, keeping his back toward the cop, “And as for proof, the doctor said the child was three months. Three months ago Cara went to a place where I would never go again and he was the only person she had became friends with there. You should be able to figure out from there.” With those words said, Mark walked out the alleyway and toward Nothing Special, to see Cara for one last time.
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