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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 19:21:38 GMT
How long had it been? Long over a year- he knew that much- since he'd met her, but how long exactly? Birthday's had passed in the plenty, an anniversary swam by, holidays danced through the household, but with all of the drama the date was lost in a sea of memory. Between trying to kill each other, having a vigorous sex life, Mikayla getting abducted, Ember returning, Mason trying to ruin everything and then announcing he has cancer- just everything put a toll on his brain and he'd simply forgotten how long he'd known Nyx. Not that it particularly mattered. Somewhere along the line time lost meaning and it was just the moments spent with his family that he cared for. Enough sappy crap, Marshal was on the hunt. Nyx hadn't come home yet and it was nearly ten. Over a year with the feisty girl, and he knew her routine. This wasn't it. Mason had been living with them after they sorted out their family matters, so he asked his brother to watch over the sleeping nearly seven year old while he went out and searched. Hopping in his car, that he may or may not have stolen off a train heading to Six, he revved it up and set off to find his girlfriend. Driving up and down the streets of Eight, he didn't dare call out her name. In this neighborhood? Attention was the last thing he wanted on himself. He spent the next thirty something minutes roaming around his part of the District with no luck, worry cloggee his mind. Where was she? It was then that he spotted her, leisurely walking around. Sighing with relief, he didn't even bother questioning it, just pulling up and rolling the window down. Leaning over, he unlocked her door, lounging back in his seat with his hand gripping the steering wheel. His eyes running over her with concern, he lowly spoke, fsce solemn. "Hey."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 19:31:15 GMT
Nyx had had enough of everything. It'd been hard, the past year. No, it had been a difficult life. The loss of her baby, the loss of Zach, the loss of her sister. She was always losing, and never did seem to win. Her only small win was the stable family she had somehow managed to find her way into. Hell, it was far from stable but it was the closest thing to a family she had ever had.
However, as she paced the dark roads of the District, she felt her insides twisting and turning within her body. The toll of everything was hitting her once more, and she could only hope that this would all pass over soon. Treatment for cancer wasn't cheap, and although Mason was a class A asshole, she knew she had to do what she could to help pay for treatments.
Looking around the gloomy area, her bag remained tight on her back with stolen goods, things she'd sell on the black market in order to get some money to put towards looking into treatment for Mason. However, it was a risky game she was playing. Walking the streets alone within a district was dangerous, but even more dangerous considering she was a female. Walking in her oversized hoodie, she felt the tingles go down her spine and she swallows hard, hoping the vehicle would pass. Not looking over as it slowed down next to her, she sighs softly, not looking over. However, as the familiar voice floods the silence of night, she glances over, noting Marshal.
Without saying anything, she opens the door and slides into the seat, placing the large bag at her feet. Saying nothing as she buckles up, her frigid fingers slowly tug down her hood, the night air cold on her snow white skin. Finally, as she looks over to him, she mutters. "Hello."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 21:29:46 GMT
What was she up to?
Well, it really wasn't relatively difficult for the dimwit to answer- what she was doing was right up his alley. Stealing. It was how they'd met and how he kept their family going. Of course he'd gotten a job as well to aid in paying for the treatments Mason put a fight on taking, on top of small theft jobs. Not the best life, but they were making it.
So upon spotting the bag on top of her shifty behavior, he knew what was up.
Bitting his lip, he turned in his seat, glancing at the bag before running his eyes over her, finally meeting her face. Sighing, he didn't know what to say. He wasn't disappointed- she was just walking in his shoes, but he was upset. Why did she feel she had to do this?
Moving his hand to rest on hers, he gave Nyx a weak grin and spoke softly, almost a whisper.
"You don't have to do this, Nyx, you know?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 21:54:57 GMT
Looking over at him and feeling his soft hand press against her frozen fingers, she offers him a soft smile as she shrugs her shoulders a little bit, glancing into his eyes, and then out the window behind him. Inhaling softly, she picks her words carefully, not wanting to upset him or making him feel bad in any sort of way. Rather than speaking first, she leans in, pressing her cold, cracked lips onto his for a quick pec, and then sliding right back out of his personal space.
"I steal only from those who deserve it." She says under her breath, "I like it."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 21:40:06 GMT
A swift kiss and he was swooning all over again. Nyx made him melt, and he wasn't ashamed of that a bit. Family was his weakness. So when she explained why she did it, and then those three little world just brushed into his ears, he couldn't help but crack a grin. Marshal was admittedly proud that his lover was marching in his boots.
Smirking heavily, he kept his tone light, praising her, "Well, just be safe about it, babe." Then he swiftly leaned over and stole a heated his, his fingers tucked under her chin, tipping her head back as he pressed his lips tighter to hers.
Lust was in the air- but with them, wasn't it always?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 22:38:36 GMT
Leaning into him, she unbuckles herself so she may press her body up against his, his body heat radiating off and warming her cold bones. Kissing him gently, it slowly becomes more passionate as her hand rests upon his chest, other hand upon his thigh. They kiss for a great while, and she drifts away from the scene within her mind. The kiss brought back all her feelings for him, and soon enough, she felt like she was head over heals in love with him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 1:55:41 GMT
In all honesty, if she hadn't crawled over to his side, he would have pulled her over anyways. His lips slipped against hers, teeth nipping, and bodies molding- as sexual as the pair was, there was an outstanding amount of love between them. He'd never felt the way he did with her with any other woman.
She was the one.
Moaning as her fingers invaded his personal space, he set his palms against her back, hands slipping under her shirt.
They were tangled lovers, in a heavy make out when it happened.
Everything moved so fast. One moment she was in his lap, and next moment she wasn't. Shocked, he stared blankly at the place she had been, only stirring when the breeze hit him. The door was open. Snapping his head to his left, his eyes bulged at the site. Nyx was in the grasp of a tall white male with stark blonde hair and wicked blue eyes. He was admittedly larger and by far stronger than Marshal, but that didn't stop him from straining against his seatbelt to get to her.
It took a moment for him to realize he had to unbuckle himself. Clicking the button, he tumbled out of the car, racing her way screaming and shouting.
Would he be able to defeat this man, though?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2014 23:36:50 GMT
One moment, she was tangled within the arms of her lover, and the next, she was pulled from his grasps. It all happened so quickly, but it went so slowly. The element of surprise had surely worked upon her, as the large arms of a man pulled her back and out of the vehicle. At first, she didn't struggle due to confusion and unsure what had just happened. However, as she whips her head back, she looks up and sees the man. Not recognizing him, she begins to throw herself around, kicking and screaming. Panic had set in, and she was in fight or flight mode.
Any military training she had was against what she was doing- panicking, squirming, and overall - not thinking. She was caught off guard and in the moment, and terrified. She'd spent many night lying awake in fear of something like this. However, now it was all a reality. One of her worst fears had occurred, and she was petrified. As the moment slowed more and it all become real to her, her mind turned on.
Before she could really go to look at the man, she felt darkness as something was shoved over her head. Her best sense was now taken away, and she'd have to rely on her other senses to get her through this. From the kicking she had done, she knew he was much larger than her- also the fact he was dragging her with what felt like little struggle. In order not to tire herself, she stops kicking her feet and thinks- what to do? Where was Marshal? She needed to work some sort of plan out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 3:57:30 GMT
The man didn't struggle too much with retaining the fiesty girl, his tan arm slipped around her torso while the other fiddled with a black bag. "This is the last time you steal from me, girly," a gruff voice purred against her ear just before he blocked her vision with the shaded fabric. He was about to make a speedy getaway when the male from the car suddenly decided to help his play mate.
It took a moment for Marshal to gain his feet, and realize what was actually going on. He knew all too well, once things hit, what was happening. She'd stolen from the wrong guy and now she was facing the consequences. That was something he wouldn't let fly.
Charging the brute, the little blonde man pounced, clawing and punching until Nyx was eventually released. Well, more like thrown to the ground. Upon impact, the cloth covering her vision had fallen of, dangling around her forehead. Too busy with the giant to check if she was okay, Marshal threw his fists at the man, but there was no use. He wasn't a fighter and the guy was just that. Clearly well trained and skilled. Now he did land a few hits, knocking the larger off his feet- only to find them again.
It felt like hours, when in reality it was ten minutes top, that they were fighting and until it happened. The man grabbed Marshal by the collar, growling as he chucked the smaller male at the car. Marshal banged his head against the ajar door, blood seeping out from the wound created. He slumped down, eyes shut and body limp.
The blonde looked, well, dead.
Everything became still for a moment. Silence rang over the hitched breaths from the attacker, not a peep coming from the lover.
Then time set in and he was in motion. Rushing over to Nyx, the gargantuan man readjusted the blindfold bag and threw her over his shoulder, rushing off.
The last thing she'd see was her boyfriend presumably deceased.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 23:52:01 GMT
Everything around Nyx began to spin as she felt the impact of it all- dropping to her feet and hitting the ground rather hard. Nyx had the wind knocked out of her, and now she felt as though the world was spinning mad circles. With the loud sounds of the fight around her and the ringing within her ears, Nyx opened her eyes to find her view unblocked and although fuzzy, could now see again.
The sight was nothing at first, but then she watched her loved one fall to the ground. Swallowing hard as she tries to scream, she chokes on air and cannot make a sound. As her eyes begin to water more heavily, she feels the bag being placed back over her head. Kicking with a hint of struggle, she's more in shock with everything, rather than concerned about escaping. For all she knew, this man had just killed her love.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 6:57:42 GMT
There was no way he could stick around any longer to check on the male he could have possibly killed, it was too much of a risk. The brute blonde just took off, the limp girl firm in his grip as his body jolted every time his feet smacked the ground. Sprinting through the night, his breath fogged his vision, the cold painting the clouds an eerie white as he panted. There was just one thing keeping him going: revenge. This girl stole his valuables, pillaged his home- she deserved this.
It wasn't long before he'd arrived at an abandoned warehouse off any main roads in Eight. No one came here, so he was safe to interrogate and torture her at the location. Kicking a chair into the middle of the room, he sat her down, snatching a string of sturdy fabric left behind on one of the rusty conveyor belts. Tying her down briskly, he made sure she couldn't so much as squirm from the hold. The female thief wasn't going anywhere. Yanking the bag off of her head, he held his face mere inches from her own, purring, "Remember me, princess? Or were you too busy with your nose in my drawers to realize who it was that you were taking from?" Leaning back, he stepped away to fetch a stool for himself, a blade sat on his hip as he walked.
Returning moments later, he sat in front of her with ease, large body sitting upright and stern as he glared at the girl. He didn't ask for her name yet, just giving her second to take it all in.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 19:55:12 GMT
The time between the two locations felt like the longest moments of her life. Nyx's heart beat fiercely within her chest to the point where it was nearly painful. However, she knew screaming and crying would accomplish nothing. During the time she was being dragged from one location to another, she kept her head clear. She made note of any strong directional turns, as well as the atmosphere around the district. She hoped, that if she could somehow free herself, she could use this information to go back for her love. Mentally, she began to prepare herself. Within her military training when she had served for District 13, she was taught that portraying no emotions was the strongest tactic when being interrogated by a rouge personnel. So, once sat down into the chair, she just hoped she could remain calm. No, hope wouldn't get her anywhere. Rather than hoping, she forced herself to be calm. Any anxiety was suppressed by the need to survive. As the bag was pulled from her head, she offered the man nothing but a blank face. His voice wasn't as cold as she had worked it up to be. In fact, there wasn't anything said that surprised her one bit. However, as her eyes gazed over his frame, she noticed the blade upon his hip. As he sat down in front of her, Nyx sits there with her lips lightly closed, eyes staring back at the large figure. Silence runs through the eerie air as she sits, composed with no emotions portrayed upon her face.
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