Days had passed since Dakota Steele had done the unthinkable. How many days? Hell, he'd lost track of time since it happened. He couldn't even tell you what day it was. He had almost instantly become public enemy number one throughout RhyDin. Most people who didn't understand why he did what he did were calling for his head on a platter. He had seemingly murdered his own wife, and one of RhyDin's favorite ladies, Jadden Elinore Ravenlock Rogue Steele; ran a blade through the very heart that she entrusted him with.
Tonight, just like every night since Kota had performed this act, he was sitting by himself, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels by his side, and his guitar in his lap. Kota was shirtless, unshaven, and his eyes were completely bloodshot from the lack of sleep. He was unable to leave the house. Natchez had to go on hiatus. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, he had to fight his own memory. He had to hear her cry of pain...the quiver in her voice as she was dying. He heard it all night long, every night.
Soon enough, he would attempt the ritual that would bring his beloved Jade back as a mortal, which would allow the two of them to finally have children together. But until then, he had to continue to educate himself on how to perform this ritual. For tonight, he was simply on the couch, playing his guitar. The guitar had become his way of hiding from the world. When he was behind his guitar, he felt safe; never before had this man's man felt so vulnerable. He'd done a lot of things in his life that wouldn't exactly be considered the right thing to do, but never had he had to deal with this sort of shame and guilt.
It had been too long, he had went a free man for far too long. After putting the kids to bed, she had told Dean she needed to go for a walk by herself, just to think. Little did he know, or anyone know she had her mind set on visiting that Bastard, Dakota 'Good for nothing' Steele.
She nearly ran the whole way to he and Jade's house, the clear sky turned cloudy and lightening streaked over head as she walked, thunder crashing loudly. If 'Kota knew about Rhy's ability to summon weather with her moods, he should be running right about now. Standing out in front of their house with hands on her hips, she started sobbing, tears streaking her face.
"Dakota Steele you get your ass out here you son of a b*tch!"
Screaming at the top of her lungs felt wonderful, she had been holding in her sadness and anger for too long. Picking up a rock, she threw it at the glass window that was in their living room.
"Can you hear me?!
Threw it at the window? She threw it THROUGH the damn window. Needless to say, the sound of glass shattering was enough to startle the daylights out of him, and he sat there, staring at that rock that was suddenly resting on the living room carpet. He was honestly surprised it hadn't happened earlier. But then...he heard her voice. It was unmistakably Rhyannon. Oh God. She was the last person he wanted to face right now. He was extremely thankful that she and Dean were keeping Claira these days, but he knew this confrontation was coming. He closed his eyes for a few brief moments, and then placed his guitar upon the couch. Not bothering to put a shirt on, he slowly trudged out the front door, standing on the porch.
"Rhy......I had no choice."
"Had no choice?! You son of a b*tch! You're going to sit there and tell me you killed my best friend and then tell me you had no choice?! Listen I know Jade wasn't perfect, but killing her was not the answer! Whatever fight you two had could have been worked out. You should be in jail!"
Stalking towards him, the storm over head got worse, lightening was flashing across the sky, lighting up the yard. Stalking up the stairs she stood face to face with him, well more face to chest, but she felt tall tonight! Swing her arm back; she brought it forward towards his nose.
"Rhy....you don't under...." But his voice trailed off as his eyes settled on that storm that was brewing right over them. Oh sh*t......yeah, this was bad. As he looked back at her, she was right there, practically in his face?.and a fist was flying towards him, which he didn't even attempt to deflect. She caught him head on with that one, and blood almost instantly spurted from his suddenly broken nose. It had been broken more times than he could possibly count, and it hurt every time. All he did was look at her...the shattering of his heart more painful than the blinding pain in his nose. He didn't even wipe the blood which was starting to gush down his face and drip off his chin. He just stood there, letting her do whatever she wished.
"How could you?! She was my best friend, a sister to me. How?! Why?! How!?" She started wailing on his chest, fists flying, bits of electricity flicking from her hands, giving him little zaps that probably felt like only pinches at this point.
Raising her hand, she back handed him, a steady flow of electricity shooting from her hand on impact, giving him a good jolt.
"Claira! Me! Damn you. You had it good! Why her? Why?! I defended you when everyone said you were no good for her!"
Her fists didn't hurt much. Hell, he couldn't hardly see them coming for the tears that were now blinding his eyes from the broken nose he'd just suffered. But then.....sure enough, he could feel the zaps coming...almost rapid fire. He'd stumbled back slightly on the first one, as it had caught him off guard.
"Rhy......please....please calm down. I love her..." And that was when she back handed him, that jolt of electricity actually putting him on his ass! That hurt....badly...but he quickly tried to rise to one knee, allowing her to continue this.
"Yeah keep on crying about it you little assh*ole. How much did she cry when you killed her?! Didn't stop you, what makes you thing that your tears are worth more than hers? You think crying can stop me?" She back handed him again when he got on his knee, another sharp jolt of electricity flying out of her hand.
" Love her? You kill people you love? You're sick and twisted! I hate you!" Her screams were shrill and violent, mirroring her mood. Rhy rocked on her feet, using her powers took a lot out of her, especially since she hadn't used them for so long. Blood started to run out of one of her ears and her hands looked raw and chapped.
He didn't argue. He knew nothing he could say would get through to her. His body was still racked with pain from that last jolt, but then she hit him again, and he actually fell backwards down the front porch steps as he let out a sharp cry of pain. He'd never been electrocuted before. He'd been shot. He'd been stabbed, but never had he felt anything like this. He was trying his best to stand back up, he could only manage to get to all fours, stuttering out the words in agony.
"R....Rhy.....please st..stop. You're...bl...bleeding.." She could very well kill him tonight.
"Does a little blood scare Dakota Steele? Stabbing your wife to death doesn't bother you, but a little blood on me does?!" She scoffed, she thought he was lying.
Tears still streaked down her cheeks as she ran down the stairs, her hands held out at him, electricity crackling at her finger tips. She was going to kill him, this was it. And then she collapsed in a heap, falling down the stairs, the electricity flying off in all different directions. Limbs bent at awkward angles, Rhy lay in the snow, blood running from both ears and the corner of her mouth. A single tear ran down her cheek as she whispered. "Jade." and then she blacked out.
He painfully rose to his knees, bracing for what he knew was about to be the death blow from the woman he'd considered to be such a good friend. After all these years....this is what it would come down to. But then, he watched her collapse.
"Rhy......?"
Slowly, he crawled towards her in the snow, cradling her head into his lap. He had to get her home. He could barely stand on his own, after all the damage she'd inflicted tonight. But he scooped an arm under her neck, the other arm going underneath her legs, and a stream of profanities came from within as he rose up to one knee, and then finally stood up. How the hell would he explain this to Dean?
Note: Post written in live play format. Permission of both players was used.
Tonight, just like every night since Kota had performed this act, he was sitting by himself, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels by his side, and his guitar in his lap. Kota was shirtless, unshaven, and his eyes were completely bloodshot from the lack of sleep. He was unable to leave the house. Natchez had to go on hiatus. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, he had to fight his own memory. He had to hear her cry of pain...the quiver in her voice as she was dying. He heard it all night long, every night.
Soon enough, he would attempt the ritual that would bring his beloved Jade back as a mortal, which would allow the two of them to finally have children together. But until then, he had to continue to educate himself on how to perform this ritual. For tonight, he was simply on the couch, playing his guitar. The guitar had become his way of hiding from the world. When he was behind his guitar, he felt safe; never before had this man's man felt so vulnerable. He'd done a lot of things in his life that wouldn't exactly be considered the right thing to do, but never had he had to deal with this sort of shame and guilt.
It had been too long, he had went a free man for far too long. After putting the kids to bed, she had told Dean she needed to go for a walk by herself, just to think. Little did he know, or anyone know she had her mind set on visiting that Bastard, Dakota 'Good for nothing' Steele.
She nearly ran the whole way to he and Jade's house, the clear sky turned cloudy and lightening streaked over head as she walked, thunder crashing loudly. If 'Kota knew about Rhy's ability to summon weather with her moods, he should be running right about now. Standing out in front of their house with hands on her hips, she started sobbing, tears streaking her face.
"Dakota Steele you get your ass out here you son of a b*tch!"
Screaming at the top of her lungs felt wonderful, she had been holding in her sadness and anger for too long. Picking up a rock, she threw it at the glass window that was in their living room.
"Can you hear me?!
Threw it at the window? She threw it THROUGH the damn window. Needless to say, the sound of glass shattering was enough to startle the daylights out of him, and he sat there, staring at that rock that was suddenly resting on the living room carpet. He was honestly surprised it hadn't happened earlier. But then...he heard her voice. It was unmistakably Rhyannon. Oh God. She was the last person he wanted to face right now. He was extremely thankful that she and Dean were keeping Claira these days, but he knew this confrontation was coming. He closed his eyes for a few brief moments, and then placed his guitar upon the couch. Not bothering to put a shirt on, he slowly trudged out the front door, standing on the porch.
"Rhy......I had no choice."
"Had no choice?! You son of a b*tch! You're going to sit there and tell me you killed my best friend and then tell me you had no choice?! Listen I know Jade wasn't perfect, but killing her was not the answer! Whatever fight you two had could have been worked out. You should be in jail!"
Stalking towards him, the storm over head got worse, lightening was flashing across the sky, lighting up the yard. Stalking up the stairs she stood face to face with him, well more face to chest, but she felt tall tonight! Swing her arm back; she brought it forward towards his nose.
"Rhy....you don't under...." But his voice trailed off as his eyes settled on that storm that was brewing right over them. Oh sh*t......yeah, this was bad. As he looked back at her, she was right there, practically in his face?.and a fist was flying towards him, which he didn't even attempt to deflect. She caught him head on with that one, and blood almost instantly spurted from his suddenly broken nose. It had been broken more times than he could possibly count, and it hurt every time. All he did was look at her...the shattering of his heart more painful than the blinding pain in his nose. He didn't even wipe the blood which was starting to gush down his face and drip off his chin. He just stood there, letting her do whatever she wished.
"How could you?! She was my best friend, a sister to me. How?! Why?! How!?" She started wailing on his chest, fists flying, bits of electricity flicking from her hands, giving him little zaps that probably felt like only pinches at this point.
Raising her hand, she back handed him, a steady flow of electricity shooting from her hand on impact, giving him a good jolt.
"Claira! Me! Damn you. You had it good! Why her? Why?! I defended you when everyone said you were no good for her!"
Her fists didn't hurt much. Hell, he couldn't hardly see them coming for the tears that were now blinding his eyes from the broken nose he'd just suffered. But then.....sure enough, he could feel the zaps coming...almost rapid fire. He'd stumbled back slightly on the first one, as it had caught him off guard.
"Rhy......please....please calm down. I love her..." And that was when she back handed him, that jolt of electricity actually putting him on his ass! That hurt....badly...but he quickly tried to rise to one knee, allowing her to continue this.
"Yeah keep on crying about it you little assh*ole. How much did she cry when you killed her?! Didn't stop you, what makes you thing that your tears are worth more than hers? You think crying can stop me?" She back handed him again when he got on his knee, another sharp jolt of electricity flying out of her hand.
" Love her? You kill people you love? You're sick and twisted! I hate you!" Her screams were shrill and violent, mirroring her mood. Rhy rocked on her feet, using her powers took a lot out of her, especially since she hadn't used them for so long. Blood started to run out of one of her ears and her hands looked raw and chapped.
He didn't argue. He knew nothing he could say would get through to her. His body was still racked with pain from that last jolt, but then she hit him again, and he actually fell backwards down the front porch steps as he let out a sharp cry of pain. He'd never been electrocuted before. He'd been shot. He'd been stabbed, but never had he felt anything like this. He was trying his best to stand back up, he could only manage to get to all fours, stuttering out the words in agony.
"R....Rhy.....please st..stop. You're...bl...bleeding.." She could very well kill him tonight.
"Does a little blood scare Dakota Steele? Stabbing your wife to death doesn't bother you, but a little blood on me does?!" She scoffed, she thought he was lying.
Tears still streaked down her cheeks as she ran down the stairs, her hands held out at him, electricity crackling at her finger tips. She was going to kill him, this was it. And then she collapsed in a heap, falling down the stairs, the electricity flying off in all different directions. Limbs bent at awkward angles, Rhy lay in the snow, blood running from both ears and the corner of her mouth. A single tear ran down her cheek as she whispered. "Jade." and then she blacked out.
He painfully rose to his knees, bracing for what he knew was about to be the death blow from the woman he'd considered to be such a good friend. After all these years....this is what it would come down to. But then, he watched her collapse.
"Rhy......?"
Slowly, he crawled towards her in the snow, cradling her head into his lap. He had to get her home. He could barely stand on his own, after all the damage she'd inflicted tonight. But he scooped an arm under her neck, the other arm going underneath her legs, and a stream of profanities came from within as he rose up to one knee, and then finally stood up. How the hell would he explain this to Dean?
Note: Post written in live play format. Permission of both players was used.