Topic: Saving a martyr...

Martyr

Date: 2013-02-18 06:59 EST
Color/Character Key: May. Martyr. Arthour. Charles. Renna.



The warehouse was a run down piece of work. But it had a roof that blocked out the sunlight that weakened her, and it had quite the backroom that more than happily allowed May to conceal hersef and her little prize away from the public eye. Her own torture house of horror. Her own little home, where she could feed from the succulent blood of a woman she longed to keep at her side forever more. Each taste, each lick of that blood - it drove her mad. It healed her wounds. It made her feel whole again if for but a moment. It wore off quickly. But that didn't stop her from abusing her power over her newly found Bloodslave. She sat upon a dusty crate, the room they occupied small, but with a high ceiling. More than likely a storeroom for dry goods, for the walls and ceiling were quite heavily insulated from the outside world. It acted as good sound proofing, as well. She watched the sleeping form of Martyr, who she had settled onto a bunch of white, dirty sheets she had found in the trash outside. Her lips part, and her tongue raked across her fangs. Itching to delve them into that neck.

In the musty air of the warehouse, Martyr breathed, upon the dingy sheets Martyr laid. Wide-eyes more empty than ever, stared at the seemingly bare ground. She didn't speak, barely blinked, and only sat near her new keeper....Thoughts of Max, and Val were in the back of her mind, a mere whisper to her by this time. Stringy mocha tresses covered a single one of those violet orbs, and her cheeks lacked that natural glow that once occupied that flawless complexion. She sighed softly, and shut her eyes in a long blink, before opening them again.

Sleep. Sleep she did. That mind of hers - it belonged to May, now. Her body - it belonged to her, now. Everything, every drop of blood and bead of sweat and every drool of saliva. It was hers. All hers. A sadistic grin passed over her lips, as she pushed to her feet, and moved to press her lips tenderly to the side of Martyr's neck. "You must be exhausted, my dear. But you recover quick from my feeds. I like that....Like an endless fountain of blood....Such....Delicious, blood....But why do we share pain....It is strange. I bite you....And I feel my own fangs, in my own neck" And I feel your bliss, within my form as if I was Kissed by a creature such as myself..." She licked her lips again, and pressed an index finger to the Martyr's chin, and tilted her head a little to the left, to inspect her dead eyes. "Who is your Mistress?"

Martyr's dead violets, dragged themselves to Henrietta's mismatched orbs. She'd been numbed down by the woman, and left to be a fraction of what she used to be. However, that didn't stop Martyr from delivering the slightest shudders in response to May's lips upon her neck. "You, my Queen.." Martyr responded—a tongue robbed of the stammer that had once occupied it, breaking her lyrics into pieces."It's....something my blood does..." Martyr mumbled, her voice a monotone shell of what it once was"

"Even the Manticore Virus cannot prevent that link....Interesting....Or does it' Perhaps I don't need Mother's blood no more. If I feed from you constantly, I ought to remain....Yes. Healed. I won't need her anymore." She settled cold metallic hands onto Martyr's cheeks. "Queen? Yes. Soon. I will be. With you by my side, I shall overthrow Mother, and destroy her. Take her power, and we'll..." She snorted. "I'm giving you too much credit." She drew back, and slapped a hand swiftly towards Martyr's cheek. "Beg for my Kiss, Slave!"

Martyr

Date: 2013-02-18 07:04 EST
Martyr's eyes widened as the metal limb smacked into her cheek, her face turned to the side. "Hn..." The girl winced, but aside from that small shock of pain, her expression grew blank once more. As she recovered from the smack, she turned back to her mistress— a purpling spot quickly faded into the paleness. "Kiss me, my Queen...Please..." Could she handle another 'kiss"' Would May drink her dry' Was this going to be the end of her" All those questions that should have racing through her mind, weren't existent....She found herself wanting May to bite her, wanting to feel those teeth piercing her neck and that bliss that would make every single muscle twitch and tingle.



The words were sweet music to her ears. The leather coat-bound elder teen found her exposed neck quite....Pleasing. The supple flesh that would once again meet with her fangs. It annoyed her the woman healed too quickly. She wanted to riddle the woman with enough holes that the blood would leak and weep just enough to satisfy a simple taste, from time to time. May growled, a feral noise that rose within a throat, and ended up rolling from her tongue. She snapped her fangs around Martyr's neck, and wrapped her arms about the other woman. Locking her in place.

It was like a lighthouse on fire to her. After many days of searching for the signal, she finally had tracked it down to a singular warehouse that looked like it had been set on fire at one point. Obviously, it had survived the flames, for it still stood, and the patchwork of metal sheets surely indicated that it was still in use, at some point. The massive sliding doors of the front entrance, was no match for the woman dressed in her signature Black Monk robes. The power behind her punch had tore the portal from the hinges, and clattered to the ground, spraying dust from the ground all about her form, as she forced her way into the empty building. She didn't seek for a back room. She knew she could smell May here. And....Someone else. Renna glanced over her shoulder, and frowned. She is here. Someone else too.

Wincing in the wake of May's fangs entering her supple flesh, Martyr let out a soft, "Mn!" and then found herself wrapping her arms around her Mistress. No other senses worked, her ears rang with pleasure, her mouth groaned with it....Nothing else had been going on as far as she was concerned, even when Renna created a thunderous sound....With eyes rolling into the back of her head, her expression earned some life for that moment. As if May had to lock her in place, Martyr had been a thin piece of wire, bending to the Queen's every demand. Shudders and tingles moved down her spine, and she bit into her lip.

The thunderous clamor of the warehouse's entrance, forced May to rare her teeth from Martyr's throat prematurely. Blood pulsed once from the woman's neck, and onto May's shocked face. Chances were it healed before she could attempt a second dive into the jugular. She sniffed the air, and quickly moved to the door of the storeroom, in a panic. She ajarred the door, and peaked into the main hall of the warehouse. And paled. She glanced at Martyr in panic, then smirked. "....Intruders have arrived. They threaten your Queen. Our bliss. Quiet....Shhh....Prepare to kill them, my dear..."



Something had just sprung in his mind, that gut feeling. Which turned out to be right when he heard the large metallic sound of the doors being punched down. With soldier reflexes he was already watching the warehouse where Renna was at. Thermal imagery passing through walls and seeing all inside. He was prepared for this. Magic cracked around him as he kept his aim with his high powered rifle. A nod towards Renna, hoping she could see him.

Martyr

Date: 2013-02-18 07:07 EST
Following behind Renna, was Arthour. Standing behind her, his sword drawn and the enchantments on it gleaming, he said: It's as I feared....I think she has the nurse from the Academy Renna. Martyr. Her blood, it heals....I have a plan. I'm a demi-god, my blood might be more...Enticing, than hers.

From a pleasured expression, to agony, Martyr stared up at May from her weakened position. She panted lightly, as an expression re-deadened....Then she was standing up. Her arm turned into a clawed, metal talon and she was moving for the door. "Yes, my Queen..." Martyr said, those long mocha tresses dragging behind her barely dressed, and bloodied up body.

I know of her. I didn't think this would affect Bristle Crios....I hoped it would had not touched so close to home. I have a better idea, Arthour. My daughter is weak. She will send her Bloodslave to attack us. Why would I know that' That is what I'd do....Be prepared. Do not harm the innocent woman. I'll cure her as soon as she is restrained. The moment you see my daughter, commence with the fail safe. Take her down.She glanced beyond Arthour and the broken doorway. Charles. If the situation gets dire, you are my last hope. If Arthour and mine plan fails, you take my daughter out. Not until I say, got it"

Charles nodded Read ya loud and clear. I hope you know you are taking a big risk... Charles darted so he was directly in a line with Arthour and Renna, closing off all routes of escape. His rifle in hand he kept watch, light magic still gathering around him, just in case.

I'll do what I can to distract her Renna, but be careful! You're smart, but May has a single minded smartness. Moving around her, he moved to intercept anything coming at Renna. "Martyr"!" He called out, trying to find her as he moved deeper into the warehouse.

May grinned wildly at herself. She could take out her Mother in one swoop! She could take out the man that destroyed Vindicator - she could remove them all from her sight. All thanks to....She grinned at Martyr. "Go out there, pretend to be thankful of their rescue, my slave. Once you are close to my dear sweet Mother....Use this." May moved up next to Martyr, and handed her a thin shard of something that glimmered. Almost like a crystal. "Stab her in the heart. Kill her. Got it?"

Martyr

Date: 2013-02-18 07:11 EST
New directions left the girl with a bare-again hand, that void expression listening to the woman. "Of course, my Queen..." Martyr mumbled softly, and moved through the door, concealing the shard away. Then she was running, almost frantically through the building. That void expression upturned to hear her name" What seemed like a memory of what, and who she once was"it was familiar, sure, but had it fazed her" Not even a little bit....She moved in that direction, doing everything she could to appear as if she were afraid of May....She wasn't. She longed to have those fangs sinking into her neck once again, longed to hear her voice... "Arthour?"

Charles just kept his breath steady. Watching the scene unfold thermally. His finger just millimeters away from the hair trigger. His aim fell more so on the one that didn't move, may. His breath was slow, slower than that of a normal human, but this was training kicking in.

"Martyr, there you are!" Moving towards her, he looked about cautiously and paused a few steps away from the woman "Where's May, Martyr?" Seeing that psycho little girl was nowhere to be seen, he moved closer "Are you alright' You're not hurt are you?"

Renna hardly made a move for Martyr. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder, then over to where Martyr came from. Arthour....You told me she can heal, correct' This woman"She returned her gaze to the pair.

Yes. I don't know the detail though, only what I've heard around the academy and from the newspaper" He replied to Renna.



She wasn't stupid. She could smell others close by. If anything, she inherited quite a few abilities from dear, sweet Mother. And once of them was the stench of scents of the individuals. Their life-force. She didn't depart from her hiding spot within the storeroom, she merely waited. Biding her time.

Try to talk to her, Arthour. Her eyes. They are dead. She needs to remember who she is. What she is. If I know my daughter well, something is not right here. Be prepared to run. I would not be surprised this entire place is rigged to blow. Renna's red eye narrowed on Martyr. She even suspected the woman was rigged to explode.

Charles kept his eyes on May. The other woman, she is not moving. He was perplexed by the scene he was watching, most people would have tried to run by now

Fire won't affect me.He replied to Renna before looking into Martyr's eyes, he said: "Max is very worried Martyr. She wants her mummy back Valcroix is worried too. Trying to jog her memory now with names of loved ones

Martyr

Date: 2013-02-18 07:14 EST
"And, I am worried about them, too, Arthour..." Martyr told him softly. The big give away, was her unbroken lyrics that fluttered from her tongue. "Thank you....Thank you so much for saving me..." Martyr said softly, fingers trailing to the nape of neck. "I miss them so much....Take me to them..." The facade put on for the pair as she turned her eyes to Renna" Oh how she longed to kill the woman to please her beloved Queen.

"Martyr...Your stammer?" He blinked, yeah, he wasn't taking her anywhere right now. "Are you sure you're alright Martyr"...Nazareth was worried too"An outright lie, he knew, but if Martyr wasn't herself...Would she know"

Renna side glanced to the direction Martyr came once again. So May was not moving" She glanced back at Martyr. She smiled at her. A voice muttered ethereal from her left gauntlet, speaking for Renna in the standard method. "It is good to see you are okay, Martyr." She smiled wider still. "I'm glad to see a fellow Bristle Crios member safe and sound. Shall we return to the Coven" I believe your family waits at your office." The telepathic link between the three, was now spoken into. Arthour, forgive me.....Charles. Take out Martyr. Non-lethal shot to the shoulder. If she heals well as you say Arthour, this, should not be a problem. Once Martyr is disabled or stumbled, I will restrain her. Arthour, head for where Martyr came from, and Charles, provide cover for him. If May so much as touches Arthour in his mission....Kill her.



"Nazareth"..." Martyr asked softly, and then forced a smile. It didn't mask the emptiness in her eyes. "I miss her, too..." Whispered softly, idly as she watched Renna grow closer still. It was then that her right hand moved for the concealed crystal. Once that rangy limb snatched it up, a newfound metal talon would be driving for Arthour's chest, and she'd be trying her best to drive that shard right through the heart of the esteemed mother of her Queen.

Wait, just a sec! Shoot her" Too late, far too late as that claw came up, intercepted by his sword, he does his best to stop Martyr. Now certain she's not herself. Nazareth had tried to kill Martyr, and her daughter. Charles Take the shot!

Charles shot. Not a sound. Nothing. You couldn't tell he had shot, until the round would hit her arm. The sheer kinetic force behind the large caliber would knock most beasts to the ground; it should have no trouble with martyr. He chambered, keeping his aim steady.

Martyr

Date: 2013-02-18 07:17 EST
And by his best to stop her, he's attempting to grapple with the woman, going to grab the wrist of the hand holding that crystal. Just as Charles shot, the bullet missing his arm by scant millimeter....His sleeve wasn't so lucky though as the bullet went on its journey to Martyr.

Renna glanced at the blade. The gleam - it was enough to cause her to snarl. It might not be of her homeland, but Renna knew such a blade would have rendered her immobile, and or, out for the count. When Arthour moved to block that claw, Renna had moved to ready herself to take on that blade that was aimed at her chest, or hope the restraint and shot from her friends would cease its approach.

Iris surrounded by the whites of eyes, Martyr's body sailed to the ground, the crystal clutched tightly in her rangy digits. "Hnn!" She looked like herself for a split second as her back met the floor. She stood almost seconds afterward. Blood oozed from her wound, but soon, the bullet would pop right out and clank against the floor, the missing flesh in her arm sewing itself up. Her pupils expanded lightly, as dead eyes fell upon Renna. She knew her facade was blown; however, the mission was not. "My Queen wants you dead," Martyr whispered slowly.

Moving to stand between Martyr and Renna, he raised a hand up at the woman. "Martyr. I don't want to hurt you, please don't make me" His sword held at the ready if she should charge him with that clawed hand, but he's still got his hand up, palm facing Martyr, as if he expected it to do something.

Madness! "YOU IDIOT!" May announced as she burst from the store room. "How hard is it to drive a dagger into someone's chest?!" She screamed, bolting across the warehouse. Her metal hands curled into tight balls of steel (no pun intended), bolting a line across the wooden planks right for her own Mother. She was cornered, and she realized there was someone else in the mix. Someone out of her detection, taking sniped shots. She had to escape. But she'd kill her Mother before she would flee. That, she was sure of. "KILL THEM ALL!"

Charles kept his aim, his breath slower than normal. Be careful guys.He was prepping himself. Those black axes appeared at the side of his uniform, the chains connecting between them. His silver eyes shifted to the blood red. He was ready to move in himself now, if needed

She was lucky, it would seem. And fortunately her predictions were true. Martyr was unharmed. When May erupted towards her, Renna glanced at Arthour, smiling, just as she herself darted forward, and moved to grasp at Martyr's wrists. Things were going as planned, it would seem. She knew her daughter's fears. Her weaknesses. Renna narrowed her eyes on Martyr, now. "Don't make me hurt you....Put down the blade!"

Seeing May heading for Renna and Renna grabbing Martyr, he turned his hand to face her now. Taking a risk, but he really wanted to get the one responsible for all the pain months ago....He sent a bolt of air at May, aiming to take the girl off her feet and onto her rear.

"Forgive me, my Queen..." A side apology granted to May, before she looked on to Arthour. She clenched her metal hand up. "You weren't in danger before...but my Queen wishes you dead, now..." Then in a frenzy, Martyr was being grabbed by Renna. Her eyes began to turn as black as the night, filling in not only iris, but the whites of her eyes. "Just...die..." Martyr mumbled, and then in a blast, fragments of her soul, in a shocking charge, would blast right into Renna, if she hadn't moved.

Martyr

Date: 2013-02-18 07:19 EST
The rush of air took May off her feet. Her leather coat fluttered, and down she crashed onto the ground, back first. She groaned - the whine of mechanical parts grinding together, as she struggled to stand back up. "Tssst! You....I should have ripped your little girl friend apart when I had the chance!" That was directed at Arthour. "Do you think you can stop me" Do you know who I am?" She laughed.

Moving towards May, just as that soul blast came from Martyr, he said. "You're very, very stupid May. Surly you realize that I'd stop at nothing if you'd hurt her?" Moving closer now, he rasied his hand again, aiming to another bolt of air at May to keep her down. He has to get close for his telepathy to work. "You under estimated me then, and doing so again now."

Point blank" Had she any way to dodge such a violent attack" No. The Black Monk cloaked woman was thrown a good ten foot across the warehouse, and then right out of the door, before coming to a skidding stop. Her cloak was torn to shreds, and revealed nothing more than a gaping hole in Renna's chest, revealing a contorted rib cage and layer of muscle that stitched itself all back together, ever so slowly. She stood, not caring. Even if her own blood spilt the ground of which she stood. Even if it hurt like hell. Renna's claw moved behind her form, then, fiddling with something behind her back. "Hey, Martyr." Came the ethereal voice from the gauntlet. "Your Queen. You have failed her. I still live."

Looking back over his shoulder, seeing Renna get taken out, he rapidly sent. Charles! Shoot Martyr again! Double tap the chest and hit the hand with the crystal in it. Now!

Two more silenced shots were sent towards the woman's upper mid-section followed by a quick third at the hand with the crystal. The rounds pierced through the building and at near hypersonic speeds hit Martyr, hopefully.

May fell back once more. A spark and jolt of electrical energy arched her form. Her prototype exoskeleton form was not taking the stress all too well...."YOU....It is all your fault!" She stood again, and then moved to pounce on Arthour. "I'll tear your f?cking throat out!!!"

Martyr, obviously weakened by the attack she'd delivered to Renna. "Uh...huh...Uhn..." Martyr panted out, not able to go on like this much longer. She sent one eye to May, and then one to Renna again. "Hnn....I'll....Kill..." Then, before the breathy, too-tired words could mutter from her mouth, bullets flew into her chest, blood spraying from her mouth and nose. "Gyuk!" A guttural sound escaped her mouth. The crystal went flying from her mangled hand, which hadn't been there anymore....Then she was on her back once again, twitching in agony, before she was still all together.

Martyr

Date: 2013-02-18 07:22 EST
Distracted as he was, looking at Martyr, it wasn't until May left the ground and went for him that he turned back to look at her and then the world went all funny as she landed on him. Perfect really, as now she was more than close enough for his telepathic attack to work...If only he hadn't hit his head on the way down and wasn't trying to fight her away from his neck...."Kill me...And no one will be able to fix you heart?" Arthour muttered to her, trying to buy time.

Opportunity, had presented itself. But she hadn't declared the attack herself. She snarled, mostly at Arthour's command as she watched Martyr hit the ground. I SAID UNLESS I SAID SO CHARLES! She glared at the back of Arthour's head, as she ran over to the fallen Martyr. She skidded to a stop next to her, and proceeded to slit a clean slice over her left wrist, allowing the blood to drool onto Martyr's lips.

Charles ignored Renna, he watched Arthour Art, want me to move in, I can restrain her, but only on your call"

Ignoring Renna for now, he was almost 100% sure Martyr would be fine....Almost. He sent: Dont shoot May yet. I can still stop her" Readying his mind for the telepathic attack that would incapacitate the girl.

Martyr, tasting blood mixing with her own, jerked her face away and growled in the most feral way as she spat it out before beginning to cough up one of the rounds Charles sent into her chest' "I said...die..." The too weak Martyr mumbled, her eyes bleeding blackness from the pupil once more" Another blast was charging up, and the thing cried out almost painfully as her soul charged from her again. "Ngh! It hurts" IT HURTS! AHHHGH!? Martyr cried out through the entirety of the blast.

This Dark One

Date: 2013-02-23 06:03 EST
May struggled against Arthour, her teeth nashing dangerously close to his neck. She figured, if she could bite him, and turn him to her cause, then chances were not only would she have Martyr, but she too would have one of Renna's close friends and the very same man that ended the Vindicator's life, on her side. There could only be victory through such an outcome, and even though she had heard Arthour's statement, she chose to ignore it.

It was probably a trick.

She scowled down at Arthour, as her hands moved to grasp about his neck. In an attempt to subdue him. "I am gonna choke the life out of you, then I am going to feed from you! Then you will join us in bliss! Now, submit to my whim! Submit! SUBMIT!!!"



The ignorance of Charles, had left a bitter taste in her mouth. But she did know the man knew exactly what he was doing. She did side glance May's attempts at Arthour, and it did momentarily draw her attention from the fact that yet again, another charge of that energy was building up beneath her. Her eye returned to Martyr, and moved to press the woman down firmly against the ground to restrain her, even as that next charged blast had knocked once again, at point blank.

Her cloak simply fizzled from her form, now merely tatters barely clinging to her frame. Her eye patch too obliterated, revealing the eyeless gaping socket. She half figured her blood would do nothing to sever May's control over Martyr, for the woman's powers were perhaps on par or even beyond her own regenerative capabilities.

She spat blood down onto the ground beside Martyr's head. "Arthour! I can't hold her down forever! Do it now!"

Arthour

Date: 2013-02-24 11:03 EST
On arm secured under May's chin was keeping her from getting that bite of his neck, the other arm grasped at one of the hands around his neck, prying the finger's lose...Not by much though, but enough that he could at least breath. ~~Bi*ch is trying to choke me Renna. Give me a moment~~ He sent in her direction. Is was really hard to focus on telepathically attacking someone, when said someone is an inch away from ripping you throat out...Or choking you for that matter. But at least he had May in arm's reach, that was the important thing right now, if she were any further away, his attack might not work so well.

As for tricks" It was no trick. Her heart was damaged, beyond the repair of even the Manticore Virus. "May" He rasped, she did have her hands around his throat after all. "Don't you feel tired?"

His telepathic powers uncoiling. At this range, it should start to slow her down, confuse her at least, until he was ready to deliver the equivalent of a knock out blow. He didn't want to hurt her though, and any...Overzealous use of his power could kill her and that would be counter productive. And make Renna mad. Which would be bad.

~~Isn't your heart hurting?~~ The voice flowed into May's mind like water, covering her like a blanket, drowsiness should follow next for the girl ~~Rest your head and sleep. When you wake, everything will be better. Don't fight it May, you know your heart is damaged, why allow this imperfection' I can fix it, but...You. Need. To. Sleep~~ With those final words May should find the lure of sleep resistible .....He hoped she would anyway...