Re: Chaos's Son Meets Pain's Lover (PRIVATE - EMBER_FANGS ONLY)

by Guest September 12th 2011, 5:17 pm

Vengeance avoided the punch to his midsection by leaning to the side but wasn't prepared for her to maneuver behind him. He turned around just in time to get shot in the left wing, wincing a bit in pain as he knew that was gonna smart for a while but immediately twisted to the side to avoid the second shot. As he twisted, he held his foot up and went for a devastating kick to the side of the face. He had to hand it to her. So far, she was doing decently but decently wouldn't cut it with him. He was aiming for revenge, utilizing his hatred and anger to fuel him so he would come out victorious here one way or another. There was no way he would ever accept losing here. The risks were too high for him lose. He also needed to keep his anonymity and he couldn't have everyone knowing he was the son of Chaos just yet.

by **Ember_Fangs** September 14th 2011, 4:16 pm

Scarletta was so not loosing this fight. With a simple mental command her body became hotter, more heated. The flames were still low so it made her look like a large human torch at the moment, but the flames weren't out of control. She grabbed the man's ankle like Marc had shown her and gritted her teeth slightly when there was a crack in her thumb from the force of the kick she had caught but it did stop it from getting to her head, thankfully. Holding his ankle now would be painful, she was over 200 degrees hot at the moment and she angrily twisted his ankle, either to spin him or to break his ankle, either one would happen. If she broke his ankle she'd let go and aim a kick at his side, if he spun she'd slam him to the floor and shoot at his knees, either way she wanted him down and she wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

Some of the feathers in his wings had fallen out and Scar winced at the sight of them, she didn't like the way they brought back memories of torn wings, trying to learn how to fly in her new body and the Demon laughing, stroking the delicate bones to make her cringe, burn and get flustered all at once. Feathers brought back bad memories as well as good and Scar didn't like it.

by Guest September 17th 2011, 11:18 am

Vengeance's eyes opened up wide in surprise as he saw her light up like up a torch and winced she caught his kick and his foot started to burn from the fire. She squeezed his ankle but her strength wasn't high enough for her to break his ankle. He narrowed his eyes in irritation as to how his plan of using this bitch wasn't quite going to plan so he would have to take it up a notch. He started flapping his wings and started pulling himself and her into the air, watching as she barely hung on by his ankle, though it took a little longer due to the fact the small hole in his left wing. As he hung the both of them in the air, he aimed a fully-powered punch at her in the hope of launching her off of him into the line of a few trees with the force of a freight train in the hope of injuring her and maybe knocking her unconscious.

by **Ember_Fangs** September 19th 2011, 5:20 pm

Scarletta's eyes widened slightly when he tried to lift himself into the air and she quickly let go of his ankle, not wanting to leave the safety of the ground. She hit the ground just before he aimed and threw the kick towards her head meaning it skimmed her hair, milimeters from her skull. If it had connected she would have been out cold. She rolled quickly to the side, grabbing her gun from where she had dropped it as she'd been dragged into the sky and then shot towards the creature again before turning abruptly on her heel and bolting for it, heading for a patch of trees to hide amongst. She shoved her back up against the tree nearest to her as she breathed out slowly then quelled it so it wasn't audible. Her mind flashed back to her escape.

With new wings which were as useless to her as wings were to a newborn bird, she had had to rely on her speed and skill in hiding from games of hide and seek and hiding from her brother when he was drunk. She could hear him coming and her mind flicked back to when she had escaped from him, his scream, his anger. She had felt it pulse through the air and it made her stomach twist. It wasn't a good day to be having these memories but the rose unbidden in her mind.

by Guest September 21st 2011, 4:09 pm

He cursed to himself and spat on the ground in anger as she avoided his attack, his eyes quickly widening as she aimed her gun at him. He quickly flew out of the way, ignoring the pain in his left wing that still had a bullet lodged in it just as she pulled the trigger. He looked around when he stopped in his flight trajectory and noticed that she seemed to disappear. He frowned to himself in anger, wondering where she went and started flying around, keeping his eyes open as he looked around for his target. He was in no mood to play around here, not when he was so close to luring Pain into an ambush where he could get the drop on him and get his revenge. He wasn't going to let a priceless opportunity like this pass him up. "Come out come out, wherever you are. I promise I won't bite. A murderer I may be but at least I'm not a cannibal like my father so that's got to count for something" he said in that silky, sly voice of his as he chuckled to himself in a sinister manner.

by **Ember_Fangs** October 3rd 2011, 3:51 pm

Scarletta had no idea what the hell was wrong with her. Her vision was moulding with that of the past. She could see his face looming over her, the ice cold touch of his skin her flaming hot one as he marvelled at the angel in a cage. Faith, pushing at the boundaries of the small human shell was causing her serious pain and a mental battle had broken out for who got the power over the body. The torment had lasted for a week before both grew wary and they found common ground. But in that time her body was broken and abused by a monster and put through so many tests she wasn't sure if her body belonged to either her or the angel. She wasn't sure why she was having these thoughts but they cut across her mind like a knife. Desperately she searched through her knowledge on what could cause it. She had angel blood and so she reacted badly to -

"Demon..." she hissed in annoyance. If she was still with Faith she would probably be able to hold the thoughts back, but only having the blood, didn't mean she was an angel and thus was at a strong disadvantage to the flying demon. His voice made her skin crawl and she carefully slipped from on tree to the other, her footfalls were silent. She had to get to the edge of the park. She was nearly at the gate, a wide stretch of open ground in front of her lead to the exit. If she sprinted she could probably make it. Taking a deep breath she prayed to Faith and burst into a full sprint for the exit, praying he wouldn't turn and see her as she bolted through the gate. Would he chase her through a public street? Yanking on her phone she punched in Pain's number while running
"Pick up pick up pick up..." she hissed as her feet hammered down the street, she could hear the feather beats of wings.

by Guest October 3rd 2011, 4:00 pm

He looked around in a casual manner, wondering where could have gone to when he turned to see the woman fleeing into the street. He chuckled in a menacing manner as he flew after her, watching her as she dashed to a telephone. He frowned, instantly realizing she was calling for backup, possibly Pain. He narrowed his eyes in anger at the thought of him or anyone showing up to save her. He needed her as a hostage and he wasn't going to let her go so easily. He flew up until he was above her and started descending down towards her with his foot held outwards, indicating he was going to use his incredible strength to crush both the phone and herself.

by **Ember_Fangs** October 3rd 2011, 4:26 pm

Scar wasn't sure if he'd picked up or if it was the answer phone but she managed to ramble off a street name and 'Chaos's son' before she fled from the phone booth seconds before it was crushed. She did get glass in her hair and on her skin though as he crushed it, as the splinters of glass spanned out around him and on to her. Scar swore in a very unlady like fashion and hit the road running fast. She skidded into a crowded market street and tried to merge herself into the crowds. She ducked her head down and yanked her hood up, grabbing a baseball cap she shoved it over her blonde hair too.
"Come on Pain..." she whispered, squeezing her way around the mas of people, it was hard to move in the throng but she was lost in minutes in the crowd. She couldn't hear anything from the air and hoped he had't seen her move this was, it'd solve a lot, the she could go home.
Home, Angel? You're home is with me. Scar winced at the sudden memory. She could still feel his lips on hers, cold and achy.

by Guest October 3rd 2011, 4:43 pm

Vengeance stood up from his position and looked around. He kept his mouth shut as he watched the people look at him in fear. He pulled out his white veil and wrapped around his face so that no one could make out his more demonic features. He smirked from behind his veil at Scarlet, giving her a look that said 'No backup coming for you wench'. He scowled behind his white leather veil as she ran off into the market and flew up into the air as he attempted to find her. He saw her blonde head just as she pulled her hood up and pulled on a baseball cap. *Bingo* he thought to himself as he flew down and forced other people out of the way. He looked at her in a smug manner and tsked her, waving a finger in her face in a disapproving manner. "Going somewhere sugar?" he asked her with a perverted leer behind his veil that she could definitely see.

by **Ember_Fangs** October 4th 2011, 3:10 am

Scarletta's skin was hot and not with flames, well at least she didn't think so. These memory flashes and the fact she was close to a demon were making her head spin. Scar whirled round in time to see him land and her green eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of him. He was utterly gorgeous and she could feel her human self, somewhere deep under the angel blood, want to stroke those wings just like several other humans in the area who had at first tried to run and were now spell bound by the sight of him. Without the demonic features he looked like an angel and several people were murmuring prayers and making the cross over their heart. One woman was looking at her with such jealousy Scar wondered if she'd slit her throat if she got the chance. But the angel blood in her was humming, all her senses said to run, to move, but her body was locked in one place. Of course this thought process and assessment happened in a matter of seconds and on natural instinct she brought up her leg up into a sharp kick aimed for the groin.

"I'm not your sugar," she spat and turned on her heel and bolted down another corridor. If Pain followed the path of destruction he'd probably find her but he'd need another clue. She ducked into a shop quietly and then grabbed a top off of the rack, a little black gothic top, the heavy metal pounding in her ears told her of the type of clothing she was about to done. Stripping off her top she yanked on the new one and then placed her favourite top, one of London at night time with the words 'Londoner 4 life' scribbled over it, somewhere Pain would find it before darting out the back of the shop and into a little alley way. She breathed out slowly then hurdled the wall.

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