|Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-09-06 19:55:00
|Entry tags:||greed, zoe hansen|
WHO: Zoe & Greed w/Derek
WHEN: Saturday (and some days before)
WHERE: Zoe's apartment, Derek's apartment, Lakehouse
WHAT: Rescue gone wrong
Note: The log reads backwards
She couldn't stop crying and she had a bone crushing grip on his hand, "You come back to me, okay? I will be so mad if you don't.." her voice was shaky and choking on tears because she knew he was going to die right there and there was nothing she could do to stop it. So she gave him what he asked for, a last kiss and it tasted as salty as the sea water he was afraid of because it was covered in her tears. She didn't say she loved him because that would just add more pain but her kiss would hurt as bad as the gunshot wound because it had every drop of love she had for him in it.
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 3:32 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I don't know." He didn't have an answer for her because he had no idea. "We'll have to find out...." She looked so terrified. Did his last thoughts of her have to be this baby seal that looked as if she'd been harpooned? He gripped the hand that had been pressing on his wound, giving her something to hold onto.
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 6:13 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
She still didn't grant him a kiss yet and asked, "But who will you come back as...? Will you remember me?" he had told her once he didn't know what would happen when he died and came back. This time he wasn't even in his body.
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 3:11 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"If I'm gonna fucking die I want a fucking kiss!" he seethed. It felt like a pinched nerve that kept growing, sprawling all over to ever nerve ending he had. Everything throbbed. "Come on now..." he brushed her cheek with his thumb, "It's not like you won't be happy to see this face go." Even though it was pretty sexy.
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 6:08 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
She wasn't laughing and her shirt wasn't doing much to stop the bleeding, "You're not gonna die, you're too stubborn for it.." she shook her head, "You're bleeding out and all you can think about is kissing? No, I'm not gonna kiss you right now. I'll kiss you when they patch up the hole and you'll be okay." she wasn't ready to accept he was going to die.
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 3:04 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I'm uncomfortable." It wasn't going to matter which direction he turned, the pain wasn't going to subside. "Of all fucking ways to go, this is so boring..." he tried to laugh. Tried to get her to laugh. "At least it could have been a good ol' crucifixion or something." He didn't even know how long he really had. If he was gonna die right there in the boat with her or once they got to shore. "At least give me a kiss." Talking was starting to take a lot out of him. It was like one of those horrible movies where a death scene lasted longer than it was supposed to.
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 6:00 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
"Stop moving.." she told him and tried to guide the boat one handed. She choked on her tears and her hands were covered in blood, "This is the shittiest way to get me to stop being mad at you." she managed to squeak out. "And I won't, you know. Cause you're a big asshole, if you die right now I will be so so angry!" but she couldn't stop crying.
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 9:37 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
He shifted not able to get comfortable. That pain in his back started to fester and grow. "I wasn't gonna let him take you." For the same reasons that Derek didn't want anyone to have her.
On Jul 27, 2014 12:15 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe looked stricken, "What....? No, no, no...." she shifted her position to keep pressing her shirt against the wound but it just wasn't stopping. "Why would you do something so stupid if you weren't sure you were gonna come back!" she yelled at him angrily but choked on her tears. Was he insane?
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 7:20 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I'm usually in my body. Things are different now. I don't know who I'll be if I come back..." Greed never thought of the consequences, especially long term. Death was not an avenue he'd considered.
On Jul 27, 2014 10:09 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand but all it did was turn her tears pink. "I have to get you to a hospital... but I can't.." she was torn. She had to keep pressure on the wound but it'd take longer to ge to shore. "You're going to be fine, okay." her voice watery. "What do you mean you don't know? You always say dying is no big deal!" even tho she disagreed.
On Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 5:53 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Self healing isn't an immortal thing. That's some stupid vampire thing or something." The wound stung. Coming back usually took a few days. This time? He wasn't sure at all, nor was he sure what body he'd come back in. "I don't know...." suddenly that was a pretty harsh reality.
On Jul 27, 2014 1:48 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She had tears in her eyes and his blood on her hands, "This isn't a time for jokes you dork! You're losing a lot of blood! Oh god oh god...!" she took off her shirt and wadded it up to press against the wound. Apply pressure, right? She looked at him, "You're immortal tho, right? So.. can't you, I don't know, self heal or something? You're going to be fine, right?"
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 10:45 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"It tickles," he laughed but each little movement sent a sere of pain through his whole body. He couldn't hide the agitation, nor the amount of blood he was losing. Once down on the bottom of the boat he felt his stomach lurch. "Can't you just get the bullet out? It's kind of cramping my rescue mission right now." He grimaced again.
On Jul 27, 2014 1:22 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
At his grimace, she panicked, "Greed...?" she put her arm around him and her hand touched something wet and sticky. She looked at it, "Ohmygod, you're bleeding!" she put her arms around him to lower him down but she couldn't steer and hang on to him so the boat floated along to the other side.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 10:05 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed felt that bullet lodge into his back. It tickled at first but when he tried to move, then the pain kicked in to an annoyingly intolerant place. He grimaced only getting off her when there was no indication Derek could aim for her at this distance.
On Jul 27, 2014 12:51 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe heard the shot and turned her head too late. She didn't see Derek, or the gun, she just felt Greed's arms go around her protectively as the crack of the bullet ripped into... her? No.. she didn't feel any pain. She looked at Greed's face, searching it to see if he was okay. He was okay.. wasn't he?
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 9:30 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
That silence was eerie. Greed knew that pang in his gut, he knew the extreme Derek would take. What Derek underestimated was Greed felt the same with a possession. He knew where shot was headed. Greed had told Zoe once he'd die to hang onto anything he wanted to keep.
That was one promise Greed would keep. When the shot fired Greed jumped in its path.
On Jul 27, 2014 12:15 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Samson wasn't the only one who yelped, so did Zoe. She tried to duck but she didn't know if he was even aiming correctly and she needed to steer them to the other side. There was silence and she thought it was over but it was only because Derek stopped to take good aim, if he couldn't have her then no one could. He fired.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 9:08 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Zoey!" Derek yelled pelting the water with bullets. One ricocheted into the boat, causing Samson to yelp. It was right by Zoe's hand.
On Jul 26, 2014 11:53 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
"I'm trying!" she yelled back and then finally with one more rip of the chord, the engine sprang to life and the boat shot off from the shore with the three of them, Zoe wasn't looking at Derek, she didn't even know he was there. She was trying to get them to the other side. Her thinking was as long as he was stranded at his house, the authorities could go pick him up later.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 8:44 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed nearly fell into the water instead of the boat as he toppled in behind Samson. "Can't you get this thing started?" The motor sputtered every time she pulled the cord. Each second they spent on the water waiting for it to take off, Derek had limped his way out of the house covered in blood, face cut up and one hand useless.
He did still have one good hand, the one to aim with.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 11:24 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe was limping but moving as fast as she could with Greed's help. She got in, practically fell in and since she knew more about boats, she ripped the chord for the engine to get it started then yelled, "SAMMY!!!" to get the dog to come with them. Within seconds he came bounding out the front door and jumped in the boat with them, blood on his whiskers and teeth.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 8:21 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed took that as an opportunity. Maybe the world was giving him an opening to get her to safety without another death on his hands. He helped her to her feet, hustling back towards the dock. He hadn't said it but the moment Derek had the gun pointed at her Greed's throat was in his stomach. It was that same feeling he'd had when he'd watched her lay lifeless in a hotel room after the rave. They reached the dock with a motorboat waiting as their white knight.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 11:15 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe still sat on the floor, one ankle looking mangled and she reached a hand out to Greed, "Let's go!" she was now saying to him until Derek grabbed the gun, "No!!" she shouted with panic when he pointed it at Greed. Immortal or not, she loved him too much to watch him die. But then the gun was pointing at her and her brown eyes went big and she held her breath. She had said death wouldn't be so bad a little while ago, but staring it in the face, she was changing her mind fast. Before any of them could do anything, the one eyed hero leapt into action and Derek screamed in agony as Samson growled and jumped on his face, ripping at it with his teeth and claws as if he was the pup of the Sin instead of the Virtue.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 8:01 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed relished in the sound of Derek's pain. His eyes actually gleamed a little. At that last crack he made sure to make it the most painful. That last scream had Derek gasping for breath. Greed was ready to go for the other hand so this dick wouldn't be coming back. He reached over but Derek had scrambled to get the gun that Greed had let go of. The Sin had made a mistake in setting it aside.
He cocked the trigger at Greed having him stare down at the barrel of the gun. "You're not taking her," Derek changed the gun now pointing towards Zoe. If he shot her legs she wouldn't be able to run away. To him it sounded logical.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 10:56 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
Derek was so hopped up on Greed juice, even death wouldn't take his grip off Zoe but breaking his fingers would. Derek screamed with each break and Zoe scrambled away as soon as she was free but her ankle was bruised and difficult to get to her feet.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 7:51 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed started smacking him in the face with the hilt of the gun and still being what he was, Derek wasn't going to give in. Zoe had already stopped Greed from killing him once, which he had to admit would be a pain to clean up. He didn't want to resort to it, but....
He set the gun down so he could pry those fingers, breaking them as he promised.
One by one.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 10:45 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe kicked at him and screamed again, his grip was painful! she tried to reach with her nails to get his hand off but couldn't. She could feel his nails digging in, leaving bruises on the flesh of her ankle with how tight he was holding.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 7:43 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Derek wasn't going to let go, Greed was going to have to make him let go. "I swear to God I'll break ever finger so you have nothing left to hang onto!" No amount of pulling on her arm was going to drag her from his grip. Greed slammed his foot down on the other hand and crunched it under his boot, but all that did was make Derek cry out in pain, his grip only tightened on Zoe.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 10:34 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe felt like throwing up but she took Greed's hand but screamed when Derek grabbed onto her leg. He had greed in his bloodstream now, he was not letting go! He gripped her hard and yanked her down to the floor.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 7:23 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org>wrote:
Greed just looked down at the limp body on the floor. One he was willing to kill because he was standing in the way of her. He held his hand out for her to take. "Let's go!" he growled still infused with his own anger, that greedy cycle just swimming around them. Samson barked heading for the door. Greed had just gotten Zoe stepped over the body when Derek moaned and grabbed for her leg.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 10:19 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com>wrote:
Derek didn't get to give much of a response except make a what the fuck face because Greed was talking very strangely. Then there was a SMASH! and he kind went limp as Zoe stood behind him breathing hard, she'd just hit him with the clock from the mantel. She dropped the clock and fell to her knees, feeling nauseaous with how much of the Sin influence was floating around, the angry waves always made her sick but she didn't want Greed to live with murder again, he'd done so well for so long and his heart that she uncovered would feel it, even if the Sin would love it.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 7:06 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed grabbed the poker. "You want to play with toys!" He growled getting angrier, that familiar dark cloud hovering around him. "Haven't you heard kidnapping my things is an offense to me!" with his teeth bared Greed jerked on the poker and drug Derek forward tossing it to the side out of reach. He pointed the gun to his head. "Do you really want to play?"
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 9:44 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com>wrote:
Samson jumped off the sofa and barked some more and Zoe when she was shoved kinda tumbled to the floor and looked up at the boys facing off. Greed's anger and obsession with Zoe just fueled Derek and it was one of those vicious cycles because the Sin fed off his namesake and Derek was pumping out greed as fast as Greed was giving it. "Haven't you heard, no body, no crime!" and he swung at Greed's hand with the gun using the metal poker.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 6:15 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed jolted upright with Zoe, shoving her onto Samson out of the way. When he saw who's ugly face was staring at them he stood up off the couch with his gun drawn from it's holster. "Don't be stupid Derek. You're already gonna burn for this..." Greed stood in front of Zoe as a barrier. He wasn't going to let Derek get to her again.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 8:45 PM, Lucky L.<email@example.com> wrote:
When Derek came in to his house and spotted the sleeping figures on the couch, his first thought was oh hell no. He snuck over to the fireplace and picked up the metal poker and he aimed to strike Greed in the head but when Samson barked, he missed his mark and the poker crashed into the back of the sofa next to Greed's head.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 5:40 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I don't. But we could make this work..." He hated that he couldn't smell the coconuts filtered in her hair. It was like an empty bag of cotton candy. There was nothing left. It wad horrible.
They'd waited a long time to feel that way again, holding each other. Greed had let his guard down so he could revel in her arms. He didn't notice that Derek had come back in. Samson did and he made sure to let them know.
On Jul 26, 2014 8:28 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She was like a weak kitten curled up against him, with Samson on her other side. "I thought you didn't like short hair..." she murmured before falling asleep. She knew how much he loved to molest her hair and now his fingers got to travel through it for two seconds before they reached the ends.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 5:14 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
He didn't say anymore to that, she'd wounded him by once again making him face reality. "Maybe a bob just above the shoulders..." his fingers curled into her hair and he let her calm into asleep. He needed her to rest.
On Jul 26, 2014 7:45 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She gave him a dull look as he fussed over her hair and just used him as a pillow as she said, "He didn't hurt me half as much as you did." yes, she was angry, she was bitter, she was hurt, and the only reason she was in his arms was because she needed him but he had badly wounded her and she was nowhere near ready to heal. She still wasn't sure if she believed him.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 4:43 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
He just curled her tighter to him. He couldn't help but preen how to get her hair trimmed. "Maybe bangs? A little?" He ruffled her hair around. "He's gonna hurt for this."
On Jul 26, 2014 7:01 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
"You would have more than hated it, you would have felt crushed." she hit his chest twice as hard as she could. Then she balked, "Who told him he could kidnap me??" she let out a breath, "He said he liked it short like when I was young," she sniffled, 'I refused to cut it so he smashed my face into the wall and cut it in one go."
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 3:59 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I would have hated it." He stroked her hair, the way he used to. It was a tad short and he really didn't like it. "I'm so taking you to a hair salon when we get home. Who told that hack he could cut hair?"
On Jul 26, 2014 6:50 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
When they got on the couch, she curled into him like she used to do, even if it wasn't the right body, it was the right heart. She cried with heartbreaking sobs, "I'm tired of getting hurt, I can't take anymore.." and she didn't think he understood what he did to her, "How would you have felt if I had told you that I was breaking up with you? That I didn't want you anymore because I wanted to see if there was someone better?" her words were quiet and hurting.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 3:43 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
He hugged her to him. "I was...clouded by this face. I didn't care who it hurt, it was just new and shiny. So, I wanted somewhere to put the blame..." once he got her inside he curled up on the couch with her, pulling a blanket around them.
On Jul 26, 2014 6:36 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She struggled for a moment but she was weak and thin and didn't have much fight left, "You didn't before. You said it was me then you're saying it wasn't so maybe you don't know. Because you keep changing your mind.." she was sort of rambling in her broken state and let him do what he wanted. She just wanted to curl up and cry for a few days.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 3:33 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org>wrote:
"I don't feed off making up excuses for you when I know why I feel what I feel." He wasn't going to let her knock him down again for feeling. He pulled her into his arms, those arms she still seemed so afraid of. He started to lead her back into the house. They had to wait and she needed to feel safe.
On Jul 26, 2014 6:04 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She shook her head, all her faith and trust in them shattered, "How can you be sure? What if it is me and you're just trying to find an excuse?" she needed to sit down.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 3:03 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I told you why. I felt that way for a reason. That reason is your choice of roommate. And maybe for a long time I couldn't see it because we were always up under his nose." She could hit him all she wanted, she was at least cleaning herself of all this.
On Jul 26, 2014 5:25 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She shook her head, just defeated. "It never works for long... can you really go weeks without it?" she hit him again, "No, no, it doesn't matter. Because you still said I made you feel less like you and that," she jabbed him in the chest, "Is something we can't fix." and something she wouldn't allow.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 2:22 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"There's always been Kansas or Lithuania. Even Vermont. We did try try some things...So maybe there is a possibility..." He rubbed her arms trying to lure her into a hug.
On Jul 26, 2014 4:57 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She hit him on the chest, "So why couldn't you say that to me? I even said that if it was too much, we'd find another way. But what if we can't? Sex is important to you and I can't give it to you." she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 10:12 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"It didn't." He was just now seeing for himself where all this stemmed from. "After that day with Maddy, I lost it. I couldn't see clearly. I do now...I do." He brushed a choppy strand of hair from her face. "I can't...I can't be around a Virtue that much anymore. If I am I lose you and the whole point was to keep you."
On Jul 26, 2014 1:03 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She looked at him like he grew another head, "How did any of this do that? How did it fix your unhappiness with me?"
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 10:01 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Because I wanted...I wanted to fix it. I wanted to give you something for once that didn't make this so difficult for you." He'd seen her fear mirrored in his eyes after that heat attack. He'd felt that when she collapsed at the convention. He didn't want her to have that fear again.
On Jul 26, 2014 12:57 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She cried harder and shoved at him, "Then why didn't you talk to me about it?" she felt like she was going to collapse, this was draining her.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 9:55 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I was getting soft. Spoiled inside that I needed a Virtue to do anything. It was involving a third party I didn't want." All that time around Jonah, then Maddy, it just ripped a notch into his system. It ripped a hole in them.
On Jul 26, 2014 12:49 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She shook her head, "It wasn't that fucked up.. we had... we had obstacles but I thought we were doing okay..." she sniffled as the tears rolled down her cheeks. He had utterly blindsided her when he broke up with her.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 9:45 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I'm saying I'm sorry to make you think that." He put his hands on her shoulders. "We were something special. I wasn't happy that everything I wanted for us was fucked up. I tried to fix it." He fingered her hair. Greed had to take her to a stylist when he was done.
On Jul 26, 2014 12:34 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Her face scrunched up and she looked at him in disbelief, "What?" was he crazy? She tried to struggle out of his hold, "You're apologizing for being unhappy with me?" she gave a short dry laugh, "You don't need to apologize for being unhappy with me. That's what happens with relationships sometimes, they just don't work out. Yes, I hate life right now but maybe one day I won't but right now I need to. You always say I shit on your feelings well these feelings I'm not. I don't want you to think you did something bad by feeling like I made you less of who you are and you were unhappy abut it." she didn't want that but it was surprisingly it was what finally released her tears, "It just means we weren't meant to be together." and she had been so sure.. SO sure they had.
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 9:30 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed grabbed hold off her. She needed to look at him. "And I'm sorry. I didn't want this. You hating life..." He wanted her to enjoy them again.
On Jul 26, 2014 12:20 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She shook her head, not willing to believe him, "No! You were unhappy before you got into this body. You might have wanted freedom because of a new body but that part was before. Me making you feel less like you was before."
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 9:04 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"And if I wasn't stuck in a new body I probably wouldn't have felt that way." It made everything new, changed the game plan. It stuck a thorn in their relationship.
On Jul 26, 2014 11:53 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Her eyes filled as his excuse sounded so filmsy, "We were an accomplishment. Everyone that was against us now knows they didn't have to convince us to break up, we could fuck things over by ourselves. A clean slate means you still wanted to get away."
On Sat, Jul 26, 2014 at 7:34 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I FUCKED UP!" He couldn't hero saying it like it was ok, but he was hurt, it was his defense. "And I'm stuck somewhere I don't want to be," he motioned over himself, "and even here I don't want you to be alone without me. I don't want you to think death is your only option, I want you..." You wanted her to be happy truly now, "and if that's just me from a distance as a friend then it's better than no you." It was a sacrifice, but it was not letting her go. "I was stupid and in a new body, I thought a clean slate would be an accomplishment. It wasn't."
On Jul 26, 2014 3:18 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She shoved at his chest hard, "YOU did this! You didn't want me with you! You said such horrible things and I can't fight them because they're true and I'm not okay with that! I'm not okay with making you feel less like you, I'm not okay with you being unhappy." she was finally breaking after holding it in for so long. She wasn't okay with what happened. She had let him go but she hated him for wanting to go.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 10:37 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I'm NOT okay with you not being with me!" It didn't take him long to figure out he was miserable without her and the grass wasn't greener on the other side. He'd found that not having her in his life at all was far worse than even just a little---no matter how he got it. "I'm NOT okay with you just being a stranger to me! It hurts and I get it!"
On Jul 26, 2014 1:20 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She gaped at him, "I LOVED you! I wanted to be with you! You spent all this time talking about how you were afraid someone would take me from you and you ended up throwing me away! How can you say you love me and then be okay with me not being with you? How can you love me and not want me?" she yelled at him. How could he choose freedom over her? How did Theseus... was she so easy to leave?
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 10:16 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Don't shit on my feelings! Don't shit on my feelings because you want except your own! I know what toy said in your email. I remember that. It was not a game. It was not fake. So don't you fucking dare their that at me when you know for me to even say that is----" he stalked her. He was not going to let her walk away.
"You mightwant to walk away but I won't let you just wither away in defeat!"
On Jul 25, 2014 7:48 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
"I don't have anything left to lose!" did he not get that? She steeled herself again his admission of love, she shook her head, keeping his emotion at bay, refusing to let it touch her. "That's not love. Going behind someone's back isn't love. Telling them you're unhappy isn't love. Wanting freedom means you want to be away from that person. That's not love. And someone who makes you feel less like who you are, that is NOT love. That is someone you need to stay away from. That is the worst type of person to be near. What you do is what you've always done, just want something because you don't have it anymore."
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 4:42 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"It DOES care! It wants you to not lose everything. If there's one Sin to have on your side it's gotta be this one, because he...." and he stopped cause he felt those words choke in his throat. It had been the same as when they were in Lithuania. It was bubbling to the surface and this one time he knew he had to say it no matter how sick it made him feel because he was sick already without her. "because he loves you." There wasn't an instant hit to his gut but it was going to hit him fast when it did. It made him feel a bit shaky.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 7:36 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
She kept walking when he yelled for her but at his words, she stopped and turned to look at him, her face was broken from more than the wounds. "This world doesn't CARE." she yelled back at him since she was a good fifteen feet away. "What has this world ever given me to show that I'd mean anything to it? A family that all died. A grandfather who wanted his freedom from me because I wasn't enough. And you. Someone to love that I can never have." her throat felt swollen. And that was the other part of it, he hated Theseus but he did the same thing to Zoe that her grandfather did.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 4:31 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Zoe!" He called out getting up to follow her. This was madness. The girl needed to let it out or something. Cry, yell, hit him, SOMETHING. She just kept bottling everything up and walking away. He stood watching her. "So, you're just going to walk away? You think you'd mean so little to this world that it would let you die like that?" He went back to what she'd said before about not caring if Derek had killed her. She was resigning herself to defeat and he wanted her to fight for herself.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 7:23 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
She ignored his pathetic tone and then looked horrified when he pulled the gun out, "Where did you get that?" she held up a hand and didn't want to know, "Do what you want just don't get me involved." she got up from the dock and started walking away from him. They were no longer a team.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 4:22 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Zoe..." whenever she said 'freedom' it sounded like a jail sentence. He hated that. "I'll do better than that, I'll put the fear of God in his head so he can't even breath right." He pulled the gun out from the holster on his side and showed it to her. "He doesn't know who he's messing with."
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 7:19 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
She threw up her hands, "Well sorry it doesn't suit YOU." since it was always about him even though he did come out here for her. "When Derek gets back, we'll tie him up and take the boat back and then you can get back to your precious freedom." without her.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 4:17 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Well, sorry i messed up your plans but knowing I let you get hijacked and killed by some asshole with scissors isn't on my agenda." She could want to die all she wanted, he wasn't going to allow it. He'd seen enough death of the things he held onto. She wasn't going to be a third.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 6:53 PM, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
She kept looking at the water, her shorter hair still covering her face as she said, "Yes.." in a defeated voice but there was a slight very tiny note of hesitation. All the pain that she had been shoving deep down in a box (the pain he normally made her deal with) now had cracks and she hated it. She just wanted to stay numb.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 3:51 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
She was regurgitating his words now that she knew he was the one that said them. He bit his tongue a moment because she was about to crack and obviously Derek kidnapping her was his fault. "So you'd rather no one come to save you. You'd rather Derek drown you in a lake?" He wouldn't wish that on her, even if he had on someone once.
On Jul 25, 2014 6:23 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She shook her head, having a hard time believing it, not wanting to. "I am so grateful that you came to get me, but.. you know when Derek brought me here, I thought.. I'm going to die here. And I was okay with it. Cause it would just put an end to all of this." her throat was burning as she swallowed, "So you don't get to feel empty. You got what you asked for. You don't get to say I deserve happiness like it's some great thing you're granting me. But that's the curse of you, Greed, isn't it? Cause I deserve to be happy but I never will be." what had she told him before? She was happy. With him. And he was the one that said he was unhappy.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 3:16 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"It was true what I said. In the email." He hadn't faked that. She might have wanted to ignore it, but it was our there already.
On Jul 25, 2014 5:38 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She didn't say anything for the longest time. He did fuck up. It was his thing. Fucking up. She didn't say he didn't. She gripped the edge of the dock, "I just wanted to be alone.. and Chance is the only one that seemed fine with that. But Derek didn't believe me. He kept saying that I did want him I just didn't know it yet. And I wondered if I was just going to always have people in my life that thought they knew me but didn't have a clue." she kept looking down at the water, like she wanted to slide into it and just ended her misery.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 2:32 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed sat down beside her. "I was trying to help. Fuck." His hair was just knotted in his hands as he ran them through. "I'd planned this fantastic rescue mission and I fuck up at the end like I fuck up everything." He wanted to hold her. She looked like she was gonna crack.
On Jul 25, 2014 4:01 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe didn't even have a jacket cause Derek didn't pack one and when she saw the boat drifting away in the middle of the lake, her heart sank. She wanted to say she could swim out to it but even if she made it, she wouldn't have the strength to row it back to Greed. She sat on the edge of the dock and stared at the water, she still hadn't cried and for Zoe, who was a sensitive person and cried at everything, this was just a volcano waiting to erupt. They'd have to wait for Derek to come back.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 12:56 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
He wasn't going to argue that. He wanted to get her out now and before it decided to get dark. He helped her to her feet, Samson close on their heels.
"SHIT!" Greed yelled as he reached the duck. That fucking piece of wood had drifted off. Now how write they gonna get off this hell hole?
On Jul 25, 2014 3:08 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She looked hurt when he confessed that, "You...?" she shook her head and looked away. She'd told him to just stay out of it, he couldn't respect her enough for that. But he had come all this way to find her. "I.." she was really overwhlemed and didn't want to deal with it, she looked at him, "Let's just get out of here before he comes back." she didn't want there to be a bloodbath. And leaving was a great way of not dealing with Greed.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 12:04 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"In this face I'm an FBI agent. Didn't need the cops. And..." He pointed to Samson, "Sammy here is my backup." He wiped her face softly with the cloth, trying to alleviate the dried blood. Did she really think he'd just let the cops handle something when she was out there? Missing? She was crazy.
He swallowed heavy at her inquiry. He hadn't expected her to pick up on that. His big mouth was getting him in trouble. He also had this habit of not being able to lie to her. If he spoke up now, he'd fuck up again....
"Because I wrote the email."
On Jul 25, 2014 2:58 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She looked like she was going to shatter when he touched her, her eyes fluttering down and away as she took in everything he was saying. He did all that for her? "You didn't have to.. you could have called the cops.." she had a feeling he didn't bring any with him. But something didn't make sense to her, she looked at him like she was still unsure about him when he came back, "How did you know I was supposed to see Chance..?"
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 11:49 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
His poor poor girl. He checked her arms which were bruised at the wrist. Her big eyes looked out with more dings on her face and it just made him mad. "One of the girls called me from the toy store because you hadn't shown up for two days. I checked the apartment and it was trashed, Samson hadn't been fed, and Chance the asshole...He was supposed to see you the other night. Seems someone else intercepted that date. He said Derek had missed work as well. So I did some investigating."
His fingers brushed over her lip. Fuck that bastard. He'd hit his things. Greed left only for a moment to raid the kitchen fir a towel, water, ice so he could clean her up.
On Jul 25, 2014 11:36 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Red hit her cheeks when he touched her short short hair, she was embarrassed of it. She gently pushed at his wrist to get him to stop touching it. When he touched her cheek, her breath hitched, he was real? She was stunned. "How...?"
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 8:14 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
He took a seat beside her where the dog wasn't occupied. His fingers sides through her awfully short hair. Where he used to tangle in her curls, there was nothing to hold onto now. His fingers just faded down. He toched her cheek. "I'm all real sweetie."
On Jul 25, 2014 10:02 AM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
She hugged the dog to her for comfort and stared back at Greed. She nodded, despite the marks on her face, "Am I hallucinating..?" she asked seriously. It'd been a hellish week. And there was no way Greed could have found her.
On Fri, Jul 25, 2014 at 6:49 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Samson licked her arm, hopping up on the couch to sit his head in her lap. Greed hardly recognized her with her hair chopped off above her shoulders. He just started for a minute.
He couldn't tell if she was happy to see him or just wanted to murder him. "You alright?" He went in over protective mode and wanted to inspect every inch of her.
On Jul 24, 2014 11:52 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe lifted her head when she heard the barking. It sounded like.. Samson. The fight with Derek had been over the dog, she didn't want to abandon it, Maddy would never have taken care of him. Was it Jonah? She carefully turned around on the sofa as she heard the door open and looked in shock as first Samson bounded in yapping and right on his heels was... Greed? She looked different. She had lost weight in the past month and even more in the past week, there was a bruise on her cheek, some dried blood on one side of her nose and a cut on her lip. And her hair.... had been cut.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 8:47 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org>wrote:
She'd hear Samson barking as Greed approached the house. The dog had picked up her scent, he would lead Greed straight to her.
With Derek gone he could sneak her out without any interruptions. It was a shame because Greed was looking forward to putting Derek six feet under choking on water
On Thursday, July 24, 2014, Lucky L. <email@example.com> wrote:
The house wasn't locked, there was no reason to lock it, Zoe couldn't go anywhere. There was only one boat, Derek had it. He had gone to someplace a few hours away that had internet so he could catch up on work. There was a TV, but no landline, her phone was still in NY, probably dead from not being charged. She sat on the sofa with her arms wrapped around her knees and her head buried in her arms. She wore jeans and a pink tank top, and it wasn't noticeable with her head down.. but there was something different about her hair.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 8:26 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed looked at the stretch of water with distain. Of all places for the asshole to go he just had to pick somewhere with a big fucking body of water to cross. Heavens above they were testing him. He whistled to Samson to get into the dingy little boat which looked as if one wrong move and they'd both topple over. At least he could have been left with a motorized boat, but no, he was stuck with an old piece of wood.
His arms were tired by the time he finally reached the dock. He nearly toppled over into the water trying to get out because Samson tried to go at the same time. If he'd have fallen in this whole rescue was going to be axed. Greed very well couldn't float to her. He took a deep breath and started walking up to the house, forgetting to tie down the boat.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 11:21 PM, Lucky L.<email@example.com> wrote:
Joe the normal boatman had indeed locked up and gone home for the day but there was his boat, a dingy thing with oars, not locked up cause who would steal it? And in front of the shore was the lake, big, menacing and beautiful, with houses scattered along the other side, most of them vacant now that summer was over but one of them had Zoe.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 8:16 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Good to know." He grabbed a slim jim off the counter. "You don't mind I'm sure." He opened one up to give Sammy something to chew on and headed out the door. He walked out confident but then once in the car he screamed. "A fucking lake?" He was going to drown that asshole in it.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 11:00 PM, Lucky L.<email@example.com> wrote:
The guy shrugged, "Whoevers there man... normally its Joe but he might have gone home for the day. Most of the houses there have their own rowboats they use." which meant he might be able to steal one on the shore and use it.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 7:58 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Who can I find to take me?" Greed tapped on the piece of paper with his finger. So, this face had it's definite perks. "Write that down too." This was a serious matter, and a badge certainly put the fear of God into people.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 10:54 PM, Lucky L.<email@example.com> wrote:
The guy immediately lost his grin and put his hands up in surrender, "Oh hey man, I don't want trouble. I was just messin' with you.. most people are leaving this time of year ya know." he grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, "I can give you directions." and he scribbled them down, "You just have to find someone to take you across the lake when you get to it." that's right, Derek's family lakehouse was on one of those lakefronts that had a lake in FRONT of it so you had to cross the water to get there.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 7:51 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed matched his smile with one of his own, except instead of it looking pleasant, it looked like he was ready to stab him. He opened up his jacket where his wallet was stashed, but instead he pulled out his badge, flashing that first. "I'm sure you can remember something?"
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 10:49 PM, Lucky L.<email@example.com> wrote:
The guy eyed Greed again, debating whether he believed him or not and then put his hands on the counter, "For the life of me, I can't seem to remember which way the lakehouse is either." and he gave a big shiteating grin. He wanted money and he was pretty sure he could get it from Greed.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 7:45 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Might have seen him?" Greed thought about bribing him with money but he thought he might play this a different angle first. If that didn't work, then he'd go for a bribe with the flash of his FBI badge. Greed was dressed casually so he laughed pretending he and Derek were old college buddies. "Man he called me up last night saying he was havin' a party or something. We're old college buds so he slipped me an invitation. Asked me to bring the beer. But for the life of me I can't seem to remember which way the lakehouse is. It's been so long since I last came up this way."
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 10:39 PM, Lucky L.<email@example.com> wrote:
The place was way out of the way and it'd be hours until Greed would stumble on the store in the tiny town. When he asked about Derek and gave a description. The guy behind the counter nodded, "That'd be Derek Miller. His family owns a lakehouse." and he jerked a thumb vaguely to the left. "Might have seen him...." and he eyed Greed wondering if he could get something out of him.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 7:31 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Good boy!" Greed clapped finding exactly what he needed to start. Derek wasn't just looking to take Zoe, he was looking to take her and hide. After swiping a few shiny things from his office including a nice gold colored desktop picture frame Greed snapped his fingers for Samson to follow. "Come on boy. We've got a asshole to catch."
He wasn't sure how long this would take, he crossed those state borders like a fire had been lit under his car. It was probably a few days before he came to the store to see what more information he could get about Derek and where he'd headed to.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 10:03 PM, Lucky L.<email@example.com> wrote:
Samson barked and spun around in a circle sniffing and going back into the office and then he peed on the desk. If Greed went to retrieve him he might notice the printer light was on since Derek left in a hurry. There was nothing in the printer cept for a blank sheet but it was the third sheet from whatever was printed. You know the one you dont take because it doesn't have any actual useful information but it still had the website printed at the top. If the website was plugged into the world wide web, it'd bring up the website for some rinkydink store in some small town a few states over. They had an online order form where you could order supplies in advance to pick up from them for your home there or vacation house since they were the only grocery store, everything store really, within miles.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 6:45 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
The lock on Derek's apartment door was a lot easier to pick than Greed had anticipated. With Samson on a leash he trotted the dog in to see if anything in that apartment could give him some clues. He looked through every office drawer, kitchen drawer. He checked his home phone for any calls, and pictures for any hidden keys. Anything to help lead him to where Zoe was.
Samson whimpered, his tail wagging as he sat on the floor in front of the office doorway. He looked at Greed helplessly. "What do you want?" Greed asked nose deep in a drawer. The dog just walked a few feet forward and sat again with a whimper. "Gotta go potty?" he put his hands on his hips and looked around, fanning them out. "Go have at. Shit all over the floor. This is your fucking sandbox pup."
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 9:04 PM, Lucky L.<email@example.com> wrote:
Samson trotted after Greed like he was his new best friend, slipping out the door when Greed left and following him down the stairs, sitting in front of the car door with his tail wagging and his one eye looking happily up at his new master who could feed him. Zoe bitched at Derek too much for his taste so he drugged her to knock her out, making it look like she was asleep as they drove to his family vacation home. It was quite a drive so by the time Zoe came to, she had no idea where they were.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 6:00 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org>wrote:
Greed pulled out something from the refrigerator to give Samson, which was a styrofoam container of Greek fries and a burger. The dog literally swallowed it whole. Greed clenched that shirt to him right and he took it with him. He'd abuse his FBI badge to investigate in Derek. Find where he lived then go from there. Greed would find that sonovabitch and he would make him hurt.
On Jul 24, 2014 8:40 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Samson still whined and tried to get Greed's attention, he was dying! What had happened tho? Derek had followed Zoe home and gotten inside the building, he followed her up the stairs and to which apartment was hers. He knocked and covered the peephole. Zoe answered thinking it was Chance but it wasn't. Derek got rough and violent, taking out a knife and threatening Zoe, making her change so she wouldn't stick out like the neon bubblegum stick she looked like. He packed a bag for her while they struggled and then he took her with him. "No one's gonna find you cause no one's gonna be looking. And even if they were.. they don't know where." he told her as he handcuffed her hands to the passenger side door. "You want me Zoey, you just don't know it yet."
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 4:55 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Sonovabitch!" Greed yelled kicking at one of the shirts on the floor. He picked it up after curling it into his fist and drawing it to him. It smelled like coconuts. He held onto it, pushing the floor. "He must have followed you home after your date with Zoe." But Chase confirmed he'd never had a date, he'd never gotten the sticky notes, he'd had no idea that he was to have shown up for dinner. It was all Greed needed to indicate Derek had finally stepped over his bounds. Greed was glad he had that badge and gun because he was going to use it.
On Jul 24, 2014 7:45 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Maddy was too busy doing good to keep tabs on Zoe and her boyfriends so the Virtue would not know anything but Zoe's room had clothes scattered, like she packed in a hurry, a spilled glass of wine on the floor and of course starving Samson something she'd never do. The dog whined and rubbed up against Greed, he needed food and water that was in the kitchen. Chance might not be able to tell him much... but he would be able to tell him that Derek hadn't come in to work for the past two days either.
On Thu, Jul 24, 2014 at 4:39 PM, Lauren Christensen<firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Greed had planned to watch from a distance hoping his zombie self didn't do anything stupid. But he got hung up in traffic and when he got to the restaurant he didn't see them. He assumed they had left. Without a number to call himself at he figured he'd call the office in a few days. Give them time to reestablish something. He even hoped they fucked so to go out with a bang.
He had no idea Derek had chased down his girlfriend.
He was handing around the apartment when one of his old phones went off, it was the toy store, butt it wasn't Zoe on the other line, it was one of her co-workers. She explained that they'd called her number with no answer, so they'd reached her emergency contact to find out why she had missed two days of work in a row.
It was suspicious. Even more suspicious was her apartment. Things were scattered in a mess, abs Samson was whimpering on the bed. had no food or water. This time he called the advertising agency to see what Chance knew.
On Jul 24, 2014 7:19 PM, "Lucky L." <email@example.com> wrote:
Zoe had picked a lovely pink dress for her date/meeting with Chance. It didn't show off boobs and cut off at the knees and was a little dressy but the color was sweet and friendly. She waited at the restaurant for him at a table, nervously sipping wine and wondering if she was going to get stood up. When Derek swaggered in like he knew a secret, she looked surprised. He helped himself to a seat and Zoe was cold to him. She asked where Chance was and was told he wasn't coming. He had never planned to come. Zoe finished off the rest of her wine in a couple of gulps and refused to have dinner with Derek, she was leaving. He grabbed her wrist roughly but Zoe told him off quietly and decided to walk him even if it'd kill her feet. She needed the fresh air. What the hell was that all about? She felt hurt and confused and bought a bottle of wine to drink at home. She had no idea that Derek had turned dark and was following her the whole way.