Monday, October 8, 2007
Nate felt Raven slide up to him, tuck herself under his arm and rest her head on his chest. He closed his eyes, wanting her to just go away, to leave him alone, even as he grew more and more aroused. She stroked his chest, his abdomen, heading further south.

He snarled, grabbed her by her neck and picked her up. She weighed less than his mace, less than a bag of bones, a sack of feathers. He took four steps and slammed her against the wall, the echo in his ears sounding like a tree falling.

"You want it, do you? Do you really want me to?" He slammed her again into the wall. "I'll fuckin' rape you, if that's what you want--"

She only grinned at him, as if the hits against the wall didn't do anything. That enraged him further, and he squeezed with his one hand, his fingers digging deep into her neck, through the skin that parted like paper. In his rage he didn't notice how his hand had closed through her neck between her spine and windpipe, closing around it and crushing it.

He let go realizing he had nothing left to squeeze, and she fell to the floor. He took his hand away, saw it covered in dust and maggots.

He backed away, stunned, giving her room, as she got up and brushed herself off. He shook his hand, rubbed it against his pants, anything to get the maggots off. She moved her head back and forth, resetting it. "Did you like that, Masey-boy? Like killing little girls who turn you on?"

He looked at his hands, then back up at her. He felt his face twist into a feral grin, and he ran at her, like he had run after her before under Ben's command, and slammed a fist through her chest, impaling her into the wall--

He bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily. Daisuke stirred next to him. He shook his head, put his face in his hands and rubbed his face. He felt Daisuke's hand on his leg. "Mase?"

"Yeah."

"Nightmare?"

"Yeah."

The hand squeezed him reassuringly and retreated. Nate stared out into the dimness, the only light coming through the shades in the hotel room. Bad dream, it's all a bad dream...

1 comments:

Warwriter Widow said...

By way of explanation:

Wir and I had RP'd this Friday night, and at the part when Raven rested her head on Mase's chest, the muse showed me this scene. I couldn't bring myself to do it, mostly because of the possible violence that would occur and I didn't want to make Wir uncomfortable with that, and partly because I didn't want Mase to be that angry and dark. The muse wouldn't leave the scene be, so I set it up as a dream sequence. Come to find out, Wir half-expected something like this to happen. Moral of the story: listen to your muse anyway.