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bound_ross (bound_ross) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2013-09-24 14:19:00

Entry tags:

complete, private, ross richards, zoryana raqure

This time, I know nothing's wrong
Date: September 20, 2012
Time: 11:00 pm
Location: Zoryana's house
Characters: Ross Richards, Zoryana Raqure
Description: Ross is going to show Zoryana just why she should regret what she did.
Status: Private, complete

Ross Richards had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. For weeks after the raid, he debated. She had told him to run... but was that out of love or guilt? Ross couldn't believe that what they had together had meant nothing - no one was that good of an actor, but still. Did she deserve to die? She fucked his whole life. Everything he had. He hadn't even been able to go back and visit his family since he started running. Not that he cared much about seeing his mom, but he did about his sister. He sent money when he could, but it pained him to be unable to see her.

No, Zoryana Raqure, as he learned her real name was, deserved to die. And it needed to be by his hand. He should have killed her when the raid happened, he would have still gotten away. But he hesitated, and ran instead. Now, the burning hate he felt for her consumed his life. If he'd been able to settle down somewhere, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But, for someone with limited real life skills and no G.E.D to speak of, all he had was the money he had made and saved from his gang days, odd jobs, and his anger.

It had taken longer than expected to track her down. The girl did not want to be found. Who the hell goes from California to Maine? Some small ass town in Maine as far as he could tell, too. Well, if that's where she was, that's where he was going to be. He packed up his things and headed for Maine about four days ago. He was staying in some crap hotel and had been spending most of his time there tracking Zoryana. His breath had caught when he first saw her. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, and for a moment he'd forgotten entirely why he was there.

But that didn't last. He followed her to her home and waited. Got her habits. It didn't need to be too precise, but he knew about what time she got home and what time she went to bed. It was only too easy to sneak in her back door, the lock picking skills he had learned when he was younger coming in handy once again. He was surprised the doors were even locked. Did they have crime in a town like this? She was in the living room, the television on though he wasn't exactly sure she was watching it.

He slipped in through the kitchen, his gun already cocked and ready and in his hand. He slipped up behind her, and pushed the cold metal into the back of her head, her dark hair bunching up at the barrel. He leaned down, his lips just meeting her ear. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you." Despite how much he wanted her dead, he wanted answers even more. If he hadn't cared about answers, she would already be on her last breath.

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bound_ross
2013-09-26 02:59 pm UTC (link)

Invited to use the front door, eh? That was a good sign. His cigarette was done by this point, though he still wanted to remain outside. After a few moments he casually flicked the cigarette over her fence and into her neighbor's yard. He watched her as she stood there, seeming to be in some sort of inner conflict. He hated that he was the reason for such pain to be on her face. Maybe this was good, tough? Maybe this was how things were finally going to start going right for Ross. He wanted that to be true, so true. He remained silent for a few more moments, just watching her. He didn't even care if it was awkward, he had missed her so much. It was surreal to see her standing in front of him, like this. Calm, talking. Not all the ways he had envisioned their encounter to be since the day she turned on him.

But, she didn't want him to go. He didn't even hear anything about being wanted, whatever. From the second she said In a sense he knew she wanted him to stay. With stipulations, obviously, with concerns, that was true. But she wanted him to stay with her and Ross wanted that more than anything else. He moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground into a spin. When he set her back down he planted a kiss on her lips that would make any girl go weak in the knees (doubtfully Zoryana, though, she was not just any girl). "I missed you." He whispered into her ear when he broke off the kiss, still holding her tightly.

"I don't care about authorities, Zoryana. When the fuck have I ever cared about that?" He asked, though there was still a bit of laughter in his voice. "No one knows me here but you. I'm not wanted in Maine, I'm wanted in California, and to be fair, they have more problems than finding me." He wasn't truly concerned about being caught all the way out here, unless Zoryana decided to turn him in. He was going to trust that she wouldn't do that again.

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