forum hey fellas im starting a new roleplay ((one on one, closed but open to stalkers))

Started April 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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after a while of walking, he quietly spoke up. "you look upset, love. if you want to talk about it when this is over, i'll listen."

She just shook her head–not as a no, just at her thoughts and situation. "It's nothing, really. Just need a reminder later." She took a shaky breath in, then let it out.

"reminder?" he muttered, puzzling it together in his head. he reached some realization, but didn't have time to react before they reached the door.
"lead the way."

She kicked in the door with a little more force than needed. But she needed to vent some way, and the poor door was the immediate target. A woman screeched and a man shouted. Tessa wasn't really seeing as she grabbed two kitchen knives and charged.
They were dead within seconds, each with a slash over their throats and mouths agape with silent screams. Tessa dropped the bloody knives, her fingers sticky with the thick, red liquid. She stared at the bodies, not seeing them.

nik swallowed, watching with glazed over eyes. his hand clutched his knife against his shirt, but he recovered quickly and flipped it back inside itself.

"i assume that was the target. if not, we might be in trouble."

"It was her," Tessa said blankly, now completely disconnected with reality and emotions. This always happened when she killed. She slowly lost herself until she was nothing but a shell. A weaponized shell.
Her gaze slowly slid up to Nik.

he stayed silent, nodding in relief. he met her gaze, eyes glazed. "you should tell them. tell them you succeeded."

"Sì. But after I go somewhere." She stepped over the bodies and headed over to the sink, cleaning off her hands. Her fingerprints have been long burned away, so she didn't worry about the knives.

nik went to replace the knives, and then rubbed at his hands to stop himself. he still has fingerprints. as they reached the doorway, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"for luck. don't die, wherever you're going."

"An abandoned laboratory. One that I was imprisoned in." The corner of her lips twitched up slightly at the light kiss. "But thanks."

"ah. inspiration?" he chose not to mention to negative psychological effects. that comes later. she's still a killer, and still thinks she has to pay it back. he felt his phone buzz, probably a notification for a new article that has something to do with their scandal. he'd read it later.

She looked off in the distance. "To remind myself why I kill and torture. To remind myself of those still suffering while I'm free. That I have to do what they're too afraid to do."

nik paused to process what she said, and looked softly back up at her. "that's a fair point. if you need me, i'll be by the ramen place." he waited for her to leave first, not wanting to be rude.

She opened her mouth to say he could go, then closed it. "Could you–" She pinched her lips together. She didn't want to ask him something like that. She was growing too dependent on Nik, and this was something she always did alone.
But why was she suddenly feeling too scared to be alone right now?

"i'll come with you, if you want." he suggested. he was afraid it'd get him punched, but there were only a few things she was likely to ask him at that moment, and that was one of them.

"If you would…" She shifted her weight, averting her gaze away from him.

"of course."

when they reached the place, he held onto her hand as a source of comfort. a reminder that he was right there.

She squeezed back as a silent thanks, then opened the rusted doors and walked in.

Drip. Drip. Drip.
The old laboratory was a thing of nightmares–a scene straight from a horror film. A thin veil of some sort of watery liquid coated the mossy and checkered tiled floor. Glass shards and metal shavings littered the hallway. Soggy gurneys lined the dirt-and-blood-stained walls. Bloody handprints streaked over the walls as well, and some deep claw-like gouges were taken out of both the walls and floor.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Barely audible wails still rung through her ears. Moans of that of small children. Her own screams as they ripped her open before she had been sedated… The endless beeping of heart monitors. The screaming machines as someone died yet again. The rushing footprints of the scientists as they struggled to keep their "patient" alive for the next round of testing. The rattle of chains and agonizing whip of leather over bare skin.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood had been a daily occurrence here. As was pain and misery. Weekly beating to make sure they behaved. Fifteen lashes for speaking out of turn. Twenty for backtalking. Fifty for fighting. Seventy-five for trying to escape. Eighty for inflicting a life-threatening wound on either a scientist or guard–nevermind that they killed children every day.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Tessa was blank-faced as she walked through the hall. As she looked at the blood splatters and heard her own cries and pleas. Her boots trailed over the liquid–which had a slight reddish hue of blood mixed in. Her free hand was clenched into a fist so tight her nails broke the skin. Coming here was difficult, but it was always a good reminder to herself why she killed every day. To remind herself what she fought for whenever she pulled the trigger or slashed a dagger. For them. It was always for the others still suffering while she was free–but not from the nightmares.

"That fucking dripping always drives me insane, and I don't even know where it's coming from," she muttered.

he looked around. "roof might be leaking." his purpose here was to be a presence, and he did as such. whenever she started to look too lost in her own thoughts, he would squeeze her hand or touch her arm with his free hand.

he began to hum at some point, almost inaudibly.

She eventually gravitated towards the operating table, the bloody chains still draped over the metal table as if they had just set them down for a minute. She clenched her jaw as she stared at it, her anger once again fueled at the sight. Her resolve was once again steely.

he glanced at the table for only a moment, choosing to try and read tessa's body language instead. she had gotten what she came for, it seemed.

"Let's go," she breathed.

nik nodded in response, keeping close to her as they exited.

Once out, she slumped her shoulders and just looked tired. "Thanks…"

"no problem. think you can make it back to your place?"

She hugged her arms and nodded, eyes darting around. "Yeah. See ya later?"

"see ya later." before letting go of her hand, he pulled her into a quick hug.

She hugged him back fiercely while it lasted, then offered a small smile as she turned away.

he turned away as well, jogging to the nearest abandoned building to hide and check his phone.

when he sat, crossing his legs and pulling his phone out, he expected a few notifications of spinoffs of their scandal. what he got, however…

with photos! 'golden huntress' theresa hunt has found herself a man? more in article!

oh boy.

Right before she punched in her passcode, Tessa got a message from Rawling. She thoughtlessly pulled it up and read the text. Then she nearly choked as she read it again while paying a little more attention. 'Ooooo! My little girl has a boyfriend? Diego's getting jealous!' And attached to the text was an article. She groaned and leaned her head against the brick wall.