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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 21, 2009 12:04:50 GMT -5
Common knowledge will tell anyone that cheetahs are not indiginous to New York City. Not wanting any more attention, Essence had to stick to back alleys and side-streets. Plus, just in case, she made a round-about, circuitous route. She didn't think Sylar would try to track her but... Hell, who knew.
When she finally made it to Ryder's she collapsed on the doorstep, dizzy and out-of-breath. With more effort than usual, she shifted to her human form and rose to her feet slowly. The blood stained her shirt a darker red than the fabric and the wounds were still bleeding fresh. "Fuck," she swore hoarsely.
Leaning heavily against the side of the door she knocked load as she could, using up almost all of the energy she had left. He had to be home by now. She had spent nearly two hours running haphazardly through the city, he had to be home.
Her breathing came thready and loose. Fighting back tears, she slid to sit on the stoop, her head resting against the doorjamb. It wasn't the injuries so much that were wearing her out, just the run and the shifting directly after the blood loss. Some rest was all she needed...
"C'mon Ry..." she pleaded softly, letting her head fall back and her eyes drift closed.
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Post by Ryder on Sept 21, 2009 19:07:20 GMT -5
He was home, but he was in that place between reality and sleep. Hearing the loud knock on the front door, he groaned. Throwing the blankets back, he slowly got out of bed. Maybe he was coming down with something, because something didn't feel right. He made his way to the door slowly, unlocking it and pulling it open.
"Essence!" He squatted, scooping her up into his arms as he carried her inside. "What the..." He muttered, seeing the blood stained shirt. Through the holes in the shirt, he could see fresh blood spewing out. "What happened to you?" He asked, voice full of concern.
He carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed and pushing her hair out of her face. "Hold on, let me get some stuff to clean you up." He said softly, running to the bathroom.
He grabbed gauze[sp?] and a clean washcloth and a small bucket with warm water. Ryder quickly rushed back to her side, ripping open the shirt to see three long gashes across her stomach. "Oh my god.."
[[if this makes no sense, I'm sorry. Typing while sick.]]
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 22, 2009 14:36:30 GMT -5
[[made perfect sense to me. however, my mind is equally altered by sickeness, so... XD]]
"Essence!" Oh thank God, finally. She felt his arms come around her, lifting her up and winced a little at the shifting of her wounds. "What happened to you?" She meant to answer, had her mouth open and everything, but it still hurt to breath and her body wasn't about to try to talk on top of that. In the end, she just settled her head against his chest and opened her eyes to assure him she was alive, at least.
Once they were inside, in his room, he placed her on the bed. She scooted around a little, trying to find a comfortable position while he ran off. He was back in a second though, removing her shirt. "Oh my god.."
She pushed his hands away frantically, not ready for the sting of pain, yet. "Fuckin' hate lions..." she murmured caustically. Giving a gasping breath, she met his eyes and squeezed his hand a little.
"It was Ace," she revealed, voice a little garbled but she knew he would understand. A wet cough forced from her chest but she hurried to finish, wanting to tell him everything. "He got his own body somehow... Said he's gonna come after you. Us."
She put a hand to her chest before jerking it away violently, in pain. "Son of a bitch," she spat out. Her strength was returning a little and the pain wasn't so debilitating anymore. And now that she had found Ryder, her desperation to be with him was quickly being replaced with anger, rage, hatred for Ace. Sylar. Whatever the fuck he was calling himself.
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Post by Ryder on Sept 23, 2009 13:02:30 GMT -5
Just as he was going to tend to her wounds, she pushed his hands away. "Fuckin' hate lions..." He perked a brow. "You got in a fight with a lion?" He asked softly, brushing her hair back as he tried to understand the best way he could.
"It was Ace,"
No. No, no, no. That... it couldn't be. He was gone. Gone. He swallowed roughly, his throat suddenly sore. In-between getting the news, he stopped breathing somehow. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "What?"
"He got his own body somehow... Said he's gonna come after you. Us."
Silence, and then right after it was anger. Pure unadulterated hatred. He ran a hand down his face, sucking in his lips as he tried to figure it all out. Flashes of that night in the alley came to him. But nothing made sense. None of it.
"Son of a bitch,"
Her wounds, they needed to be cleaned before an infection set in. "Sit still." He saif softly, grabbing the cloth and gauze. "Deep breath, might burn a little." he told her, as he wringed out the cloth and wiped at the scratches.
He had sympathy pains, and his own stomach was hurting. Not to mention his heart. Ace.. I swear to god. He thought as he cleaned her up. Leave her out of this... Come get me if you want me so damn badly!
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 23, 2009 13:33:52 GMT -5
"Sit still. Deep breath, might burn a little."
Essence did as she was told, eyes closing a little as she let out a loan groan in anticipation of the hurt. The the touch came and her hand clutched his wrist as her body tensed from the pain. At first, she instinctually phased through his hand. Once she got control of her body though, she muttered a soft apology and let him go about tending to her injuries.
She could tell he was raging inside. She would be too if she were him. Hell, she already was. She wanted to hunt the bastard down and rip him limb from limb and then, the tiger added, eat his entrails. Okay, the human in her gagged but the animal was very pleased, grinning at the thought of eviscerating her enemy so completely.
Once she was all cleaned up, her breathing was easier and she could sit up straighter. "I can't decided if I want to kill him slow and make him suffer through it or just cut his throat and be down with him," she announced with a dangerous calm. Then she looked to Ryder and put a hand against his cheek. "I'm sorry this happened," she told him softly before taking him into a careful hug.
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Post by Ryder on Sept 23, 2009 13:44:44 GMT -5
He gently dabbed at the dried blood, trying to get it off, trying his best not to cause her too much pain. His mind was rolling with why and how he had returned. He wanted to ask, but it seemed his own body wouldn't let him speak.
As she phased through his hand, he perked a brow, smiling softly at her soft apology. "It's okay." He murmured softly, wrapping her stomach up with the gauze. "All done." He said with a soft sigh.
"I can't decided if I want to kill him slow and make him suffer through it or just cut his throat and be down with him," she announced with a dangerous calm. Then she looked to Ryder and put a hand against his cheek. "I'm sorry this happened,"
He leaned into her hand, holding it with his own as he nodded. "I'm just.." He sighed. "Trying to figure it out." He admitted softly. "It doesn't make sense." He retorted shortly after. "None of it does. He was a.. a part of me, and then poof- He was gone. And now, what? He's back? How...?" His brows furrowed.
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 23, 2009 13:59:30 GMT -5
"I'm just.." He sighed. "Trying to figure it out." He admitted softly. "It doesn't make sense." He retorted shortly after. "None of it does. He was a.. a part of me, and then poof- He was gone. And now, what? He's back? How...?"
Letting her chin drop too rest on his shoulder, she shrugged. She blew out a slow sigh before thinking back to exactly what he had said at the club. "He said something about...reading books and making deals." She left our the cruder points of Sylar's explanation. "Maybe.... Maybe he made some kind of deal with the devil? Went through some kind of ritual so he was in his own body and you're alone in this one?"
She was just guessing, but it still sounded ridiculous. Then again, she could change into any animal imaginable and move through solid matter. Was anything impossible in their world?
"I think," she started slowly, "we should tell someone about this." She knew he probably wouldn't be to happy about that but... It had to be done. She had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that Ace-- Sylar wanted to watch the world burn just to see the flames.
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Post by Ryder on Sept 23, 2009 14:14:15 GMT -5
His head rested ontop of hers, but his mind wouldn't stop thinking of a way he could possibly be back. It made no sense. "He said something about...reading books and making deals." She left our the cruder points of Sylar's explanation. "Maybe.... Maybe he made some kind of deal with the devil? Went through some kind of ritual so he was in his own body and you're alone in this one?"
Slowly, his head moved, and he took to his feet, walking into the living room a moment. "Right." He said softly. Of course it didn't make sense then, but it did now. That book.. the one he woke up to a week before Ace had left..
He searched through the bookcase, finally seeing it, he snatched it and walked back to the room. Flipping through the pages as he sat on the bed beside her, quiet as can be. "I think," she started slowly, "we should tell someone about this." He shook his head, jaw set as he stopped thumbing through the pages. He pushed the book to her, pointing at the page.
[[It says something about Lilith, can't think to type it out atm LOL]]
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 23, 2009 14:24:56 GMT -5
[[LOL kk.]]
She watched as he rose with a purpose, moving to the living room. Her mouth screwed up, curious, but she figured something she said had triggered some memory. When he returned with a book in his hands, she lifted a brow. H pushed it to her though and she read it after a glance to his eyes.
She read silently for a moment, enlightenment washing over her in waves. Lilith, Queen of Hell, was apparently known for making deals. At a price; pain and damnation and time spent in Hell. And Essence had just been speaking figuratively about that whole "made a deal with the devil" business...
"Well," she expelled softly, still looking at the book. "That explains that, huh?" she closed the book, mind racing. She had so many thoughts and feelings raging through her she couldn't pick one to settle on. happy because Ace was seriously gone from Ryder; scared because he was now out on his own, free to do whatever he pleased; angry that he had used Ryder's body like that and, still, pissed as all hell that he had threatened the both of them.
"So, he's got the Queen of Hell on his side," she mused, laughing mirthlessly. "Shit. And I thought he was hard to deal with before..."
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Post by Ryder on Sept 23, 2009 14:50:24 GMT -5
"Well," she expelled softly, still looking at the book. "That explains that, huh?"
He gave a nod. "Mhm." He murmured softly, grabbing the book and throwing it to the ground. "I should have stopped him." He muttered under his breath. "Should have done a lot of things." He said, scratching at his nose. "Now it's a little too late."
He sat there, eyes still glued to the book. He pleaded and prayed for a slimmer of a memory of Ace doing this. Yet nothing came. Ace had done something to make him forget it all. He scratched at his eyes, they burned. He blinked several times.
"So, he's got the Queen of Hell on his side," she mused, laughing mirthlessly. "Shit. And I thought he was hard to deal with before..."
"Something tells me he's not just here for us." He said softly, slowly looking over at her. "Despite not being linked with him anymore... I know him, I know his patterns and the way he thinks." He turned away, looking at the book. "He has a plan. And he won't stop till that plan is complete." He sighed, bending over and placing his head in his hands. "Whatever that plan may be."
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 23, 2009 15:05:15 GMT -5
"I should have stopped him." He muttered under his breath. "Should have done a lot of things." He said, scratching at his nose. "Now it's a little too late."
"Not your fault," she murmured softly, knowing it wouldn't make much difference either way. It wasn't his fault though, not at all. He didn't know what Ace--Sylar had been planning. And even if he had...what could he have done about it? Kill himself? A shiver ran through Essence's spine at the thought. She was glad he hadn't done that...
"Something tells me he's not just here for us." She had been afraid of that, but she agreed. Something hit her like lightning. He had been awfully interested in the necklace that bitch had been wearing. Like it wasn't just some piece of jewlery...
"Despite not being linked with him anymore... I know him, I know his patterns and the way he thinks." He turned away, looking at the book. "He has a plan. And he won't stop till that plan is complete." He sighed, bending over and placing his head in his hands. "Whatever that plan may be."
Rising to her knees, Essence moved closer to him, embracing him from behind. Hands dangling at his chest, she sighed softly as well. "You're right," she admitted quietly. She trailed her lips over the back of his neck in a series of slow, soft kisses. "We should talk to someone," she suggested again, gently. Colette or...someone, whoever; anyone that could help. She pressed close to him, ignoring the pain caused from the pressure on her wounds.
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Post by Ryder on Sept 24, 2009 21:45:37 GMT -5
"Not your fault,"
Still he felt it was his fault. Ace was apart of him, hell... He was him. He sighed, blowing out a large breath, a bit shaken at the news. He felt her shift, and wrap her arms around him from behind. "You're right," His eyes closed, feeling her soft kisses on the back of his neck.
He didn't want to be right. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "We should talk to someone," His head lifted, turning to her slightly. "Who, Ess, who? Colette? Yeah." He rolled his eyes. "I'll stroll right on over there and say 'Hey, remember me? Well I'm good now but my alter-ego is free and is planning something evil?'" He shook his head. "That'll go over real well."
He let a soft short laugh escape him before his head went back into his hands. she was right though, they needed to tell someone.. but who? Who would ever believe him? "Baby, I do think your right. We do need to tell someone." He said softly, turning around and looking at her. "It's just.. Colette won't believe it, and she won't trust me."
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 25, 2009 14:41:23 GMT -5
"Who, Ess, who? Colette? Yeah." He rolled his eyes. "I'll stroll right on over there and say 'Hey, remember me? Well I'm good now but my alter-ego is free and is planning something evil?'" He shook his head. "That'll go over real well."
He had a point. After everything that had gone done between Ace and Colette... Well, Essence could see how she wouldn't trust his face ever again. Even if it was Ryder beneath it all, completely different. She blew out a sigh, frustrated. Maybe she would see, though? If they managed to explain everything. "Maybe..." She let the sentence die prematurely, though. No. They wouldn't get two words out before Colette was blasting them away. She was a good, fair leader, sure, but... There were somethings....
"Baby, I do think your right. We do need to tell someone." He said softly, turning around and looking at her. "It's just.. Colette won't believe it, and she won't trust me."
She dropped a brief kiss to his lips and starting running through names. Who did she know who could help? Finally, two stuck out like neon fixtures. Dean and Emma. Dean and Emma knew her, trusted her more or less. And they both had some amount of pull within the mutant paradign... "Dean Winchester and Emma Maier...Lawrence. I know both of them. And they're both fairly high up. I think..." She screwed her face up. "I think they could help maybe." At least they would be more willig to listen than Colette. Emma definitely would.
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Post by Ryder on Sept 25, 2009 15:28:42 GMT -5
"Maybe..."
His lips pursed, and he nodded. No maybe's about it. Colette was stubborn as a mule when it came to him.. Even if he wasn't Ace anymore. He still held the all too familiar face. Sighing, he laid back on the bed, starring at the ceiling.
"Dean Winchester and Emma Maier...Lawrence. I know both of them. And they're both fairly high up. I think..." She screwed her face up. "I think they could help maybe."
He smiled as she briefly kissed him before talking. Dean Winchester, it'd been awhile No doubt Dean would punch him when first seeing him. But hey, he deserved it. Sort of.. "Okay." He said softly, nodding. "Whatever you think is best." He said, his eyes locked on hers.
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 25, 2009 16:34:24 GMT -5
Essence shrugged. "Safety in numbers, right?" she mused. "Plus Dean and Colette are close. If we can convince him, which I think we can, maybe he can get Colette. Because she's definitely a valuable ally."
She sighed then, moving away from him to lie on her back. Her chest was starting to ache from that position. "Can't believe I let him get a shot in," she hummed, ashamed of herself. Fucking Sylar...
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Post by Ryder on Sept 25, 2009 17:20:39 GMT -5
"Safety in numbers, right?" she mused. "Plus Dean and Colette are close. If we can convince him, which I think we can, maybe he can get Colette. Because she's definitely a valuable ally."
He heard her, but he made no noise. He didn't budge, didn't blink. He was watching all the choas unfold, all over again. It started with Arianna, god only knew when or with whom it would end. He just wanted it to be over... His eyes closed, and a sigh escaped him. "Right." He mumbled.
"Can't believe I let him get a shot in,"
He felt the bed shift, but didn't move. "Not your fault." He said nonchalantly. "It's mine." He retorted quickly after. "All of this is my fault..." His voice haltered at the end. "I created him.. I'll stop him." He gave a nod.
"I'll stop him..."
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 25, 2009 20:38:23 GMT -5
Essence's whole face screwed up at that. "S' not, though," she protested weakly. "You didn't make him just like you can't control him now."
Sitting up, she shook her head. "We're gonna stop him. Hate to break it to you, Forrester, but you're sort of stuck with me." She wouldn't let him do this alone. No way
[[ahh, short, sorry.]]
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Post by Ryder on Sept 25, 2009 20:44:01 GMT -5
"S' not, though," she protested weakly. "You didn't make him just like you can't control him now."
He sighed, an arm over his eyes. He could feel tears wanting to pop, but he refused to let them. "Your wrong." He squeezed out. "I did... he was... always there."
"We're gonna stop him. Hate to break it to you, Forrester, but you're sort of stuck with me."
He removed his arm and looked at her, tears in his eyes. "That's just what he wants, Ess." He reached out, caressing her cheek. "I can't lose you.. I just... I can't."
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Post by Essence Newman on Sept 25, 2009 21:11:03 GMT -5
She sighed, wishing she could somehow make him see... Instead, she moved closer, wrapping him up in a close embrace. "You're not gonna lose me," she promised, voice confident. She pulled him closer, tucking her face into his neck. "We're gonna get Dean and Emma to help and we're gonna find him and we're gonna take care of him and... It'll all be okay."
Maybe she was delusional for believing all that but she had enough of being a pessimist for her life. She was going to start thinking more positively, goddammit. "I love you, Ryder," she said, pressing close and ignoring the twinge of pain against her chest.
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Post by Ryder on Sept 25, 2009 21:27:23 GMT -5
"You're not gonna lose me," she promised, voice confident. She pulled him closer, tucking her face into his neck. "We're gonna get Dean and Emma to help and we're gonna find him and we're gonna take care of him and... It'll all be okay."
His arms wrapped around her, his hand running through her bright red hair. "Okay." he whispered, kissing her head softly. He gave a nod, "Okay." Of course he wanted to believe her. But he wasn't sure if he could... if he could let himself believe that everything would be okay. Because... it'd be a first.
"I love you, Ryder."
He closed his eyes, moving to plant a kiss on her forehead. "I love you too, Ess." He whispered back. His heart ached, and yet anger raged through him at Ace. "What else did he say?" He asked softly. He needed to know...
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