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Post by Avrie Michels on Feb 24, 2009 17:49:07 GMT -5
Avrie sat on her bed, looking out the window out at the rain. She stood, pulling the coat off her shoulders and throwing it onto her bed, She placed a hand against the glass. " I never liked the rain... always makes me sad..." She kept an eye on the clock, like she had something to do. She sighed, she was nostalgic and bored. She couldn't forget about that man, well, he was a stupid boy then, and she was just a stupid girl. Everything seemed like that. Everything seemed, stupid and foolish. Her feelings always got the best of her. But, something made her want him. Ever since he escaped 3 years ago. There's something sort of intoxicating about a guy in a position of power... at least one who looked as attractive as Titian did. Nobody could be compared to him in her eyes. It was... deadly... he was... literally. But for some reason... Avrie couldn't have enough
She wanted Mr. Anderson.
Real bad too...
Embarrassingly bad... |
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Post by Titian Anderson on Feb 24, 2009 20:10:45 GMT -5
 --------------------------------------------- It had been years since he had seen her. Her, that blond girl with the body of a model. Her. She would be the end of him, and he knew it. Yet for when he got into his car, the first place he came was here. Parking in a old lot nearby, he made his way through security and found his way around, dressed in the lab coat he "stole" from another worker. After asking around for a girl named Dr. Michels, he found her, standing by her window, in her room. He didn't consider it breaking in, he knew she wanted to see him. " Evening Doctor..." he said, which is what he used to say to here every time they had an appointment, she was his shrink, at least when he was held prisoner here. He had fallen only a tiny bit in love, but those feelings went away every time she stuck a needle into his neck, or let the men take him away to a white room. He never remembered anything from the white rooms. The wounds she had created were deeper than any real cut could be. And the pain was unbearable. He knew she wanted him, when they first met she fell for him. Tonight he would use that for his own. Though he never understood love, only the family-child type, never the romantic type. He couldn't understand why she was in love with a killer, and the enemy, she was D1 and he was a paranormal. Did she love him enough that it didn't matter? Maybe he would be the death of her... |
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Post by Avrie Michels on Feb 24, 2009 21:18:24 GMT -5
Avrie jumped and turned quickly to see him standing there. Hidden by the shadows and a lab coat. She smiled softly, " you killed one of my men didn't you? " she asked. She knew the answer though, it was yes, he did. She walked up slowly to him, then placed a hand on his face. He hadn't shaved, there was still stubble. She pulled her hand away. What was she thinking, she was still in love with this serial killer, this freak of nature. But she knew he wasn't a freak. D1 made him what he is now. the torture, and his only escape was to try and hide from it. But you can't hide from pain. The lights flickered and she knew what she wanted. It had been years, the last thing she had done before Titian left to escape was kiss him. Though she had tried to compensate with other men. It wasn't... wasn't Ti. She knew more about him then any other person in the world, even himself. " Titian, please... don't run off this time..." she said, knowing he would talk and then leave as fast as he had shown up. |
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