Makayla Hudson (![]() ![]() @ 2011-06-09 13:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | aren sprague, june 2011 |
Who: Makayla and Aren
What: Doing what's right
When: June 9, Thursday
Where: Some random club
Rating: Medium for language and minimal violence
Status: Incomplete
You know you’re in for a long night of playing cat and mouse when the mouse decides to play tag in the cheating sense. It’s never fair when they use their power when getting close to them, causing a sudden pause to regain strength and pick up the pace again in the chase.
Makayla wasn’t the only one running after the telekinetic evo. Her partner for the night was a young man in his early twenties, who wanted nothing but to catch the son of a bitch and make the evo pay for almost killing him. This wasn’t why the two of them were out and going after the evo. This happened when they tried to pin the kid down. She wasn’t expecting a dumpster to come out of nowhere and come after them; though she should have been more cautious and not carless with her actions. That’s why she was chasing after him. She wanted to make up for her stupid mistakes and finish the job she was given.
The thrumming beat of music vibrated through her whole body when she walked down the darken alleyway more and more, slowing her footsteps while scooping out the area for any sort of movement, even if it was hard with the lack of light. Her partner finally caught up, panting a bit from being out of breath. That’s what you get for smoking, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes at the kid she was signed with for the night. It was hard to hear things as well because of the music – though it was muffled behind brick walls.
“Where is he?” her partner asked, huffing out an angry sigh.
“Quiet!” She snapped back, not even daring to look in his direction. That one word must have worked because he didn’t say anything else afterwards.
She was about to give up and turn back before something in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she couldn’t help grinning after realizing what it was. Neither she nor her partner had to address the evo, because he was coming out from his hiding spot himself. He thinks he is so brave. It almost made he want to laugh. “What do you want?” the evo asked, allowing the one streetlamp to illuminate him. All Makayla could do was smile, though the kid couldn’t see it. “You’ll see soon enough,” she finally replied with. The child-like partner of hers snorted behind her.
Things after that were a blur. Makayla’s partner was about to use his power of persuasion, but was cut off by shards of glass flying their way. There wasn’t much time to dodge all of the pieces of glass because they both were not ready for it. If her partner was hit, he wasn’t showing any signs, but she sure took a few seconds to right herself and try like hell not to pay attention to the shard of glass sticking out of her thigh. It wasn’t deep, so there wasn’t much to worry about. While she collected herself, her partner did what he tried to do before – telling the evo bastard to not move – giving Makayla the opportunity to move in and place both her hands upon his cheeks as if she was caressing him like a lover would. But, as she was touching him, the sensations she imagined in her mind were pushed onto him like an imaginary gust of wind hitting them both. She was going to pay for this later, but she had to finish her mission with implanting the hallucinations with oriented auditory components that she knew would set this egotistical brat straight and hopefully cause the visionary pain to enlighten him. Once she was finished, she told the kid to let the evo go and reminded him they needed to go their separate ways from this point on - didn’t take her partner long to respond, because he was gone in a flash.
It probably wasn’t a smart idea to hobble into the club that was so close to what they just did, but Makayla needed to patch up her wound and try relaxing before moving anywhere else once the effects of what she just did wore off for her. Thankfully, before they could smack her to the floor (figuratively) she made her way to the bathroom. It was empty. Allowing her to lean against the adjacent wall across from the pads and tampons dispenser, kicking it with her good leg until the whole thing crashed to the floor and she could grab a pad. Took her a couple deep breaths, words of encouragement, and strength to pull the shard of glass out of her thigh without screaming and place the pad under her black jeans to use as a bandage for now. She was shaking by the time she left the bathroom and found a spot to rest.
She was trying not to think of the pain and keep her eyes closed from seeing anything that could cause her to alarm anyone closest to her, but just her sitting there and panting through parted lips still brought a drunken moron her way. He would badger her until her repeated no caused him to finally get the hint and leave her the fuck alone.
It will be over soon. Tolerate this nonsense just a little longer. You can do it. Fuck. It fucking hurts.