Blythe Vhoori Stoker (blind_oracle) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-12-31 10:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | alessa, blythe, finished thread, kain, l, morana, rating: pg-13, setting: asgard, setting: garden maze |
I Can See Your Back Is Turning - If I Could, I'd Stick A Knife In
Who: Blythe, Alessa, Morana, Kain, and L
Where: Asgard, Garden Maze
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Attempted murder, pyschobabbling, traumatized people, and a possibly pissed-off Alessa
Summary: The night of sacrifice is upon Blythe, and although she has asked Kain and Alessa to keep watch, she will try everything in her power to either kill them or whoever she stumbles across. Morana and L find themselves in perilous predicaments as Alessa and Kain attempt to keep everything under control.
New Year's Eve had arrived, and Blythe had nearly completely lost all reasoning and logic. Kain had mostly confined her to their room ever since her incident with Sal's Christmas "presents" and this was where she had done most of her journaling, gaining the trust of a mostly hesitant and suspicious Ryuzaki. Now that she was nearly completely under the control of her urges, she regretted having told Alessa and Kain anything. With their vigilance, she would never be able to sneak to the garden maze and disembowel Ryuzaki. He was her prime target. But if Kain or Alessa or some other possible victim crossed her first, they, too, would be worthy of her ceremony.
Taking no chances, Blythe removed the top layer of her gown, and instead threw on her nightgown over her undergarments. It would provide some warmth if or when she managed to escape outside and the nightgown itself would provide freer movements than the laced-up, thick fabric of her dress. She then took her athamé and tucked it into one of her stockings, hoping against hope that her comrades wouldn't do a body search of her.
Blind though she was, Blythe knew the time was nearing six o'clock. Her journals constantly kept her updated. It was four hours before she had to meet Ryuzaki. Four hours would give her plenty of time to either escape from Kain or Alessa, or slaughter one of them. Either option was desirable for her. Sitting on the bed she shared with Kain, Blythe fidgeted, almost physically ill, as she waited for him to return. He never left her for long, but he had gone to fetch the liver and stomach for her from the greenhouse. When he came back, she knew she would have to either distract or disable him long enough to then tackle Alessa when she arrived. Because she loved him (through everything, that fact was never lost), she hoped her urges wouldn't be strong enough that she actually tried to kill him. Perhaps injure him or render him unconscious, but because of the unnatural waves of her episodes, Blythe couldn't ever be sure.