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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 19, 2009 1:51:36 GMT -4
"Do it,"
Mercy looked at him for a long while, thinking about her next course of action. It would be so easy to just rip his throat out and be done with it, but what would that achieve? Besides intense satisfaction, she'd be back where she started. Besides, she was better than him, she didn't have to stoop that low.
She let out a growl that was almost aplogetic and backed off him, pushing her paw hard into his stomach for good measure as she did so. She sat back a good distance from him and watched him for a while before turning away and walking back towards her room. She turned back into herself as she went, the reverse transformation always much easier for some reason.
"I think I made my point," she said simply as she disappeared into her room.
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Post by Carter on May 19, 2009 1:57:55 GMT -4
Carter's eyes never left the wolf even after she had backed off of him. He sat up on the floor and watched her walk away and transform back as she went. It was definetly a neat trick she had going there but he could see how it was soemthing that after awhile would get someone out of sorts so to speak.
Hell what he was was bad enough at times but he ha dlong sicne grown used to it and he was still human...some what in his own mind he attempted to convince himself of that.
"PMSing much be a bitch for you," Carter muttered once Mercy had gone back into her room and he pulled himself off the ground and dusted himself off before making his way back into the main room. He poured himself a jack and coke and retook his seat trying to sort out the different thoughts he had going through his mind.
He could shield her immediately instead of waiting till his powers recharged but it would but himself in the spotlight so to speak since it would leave him open to being traced but as long as he didnlt use any powers he should be fine. He pulled the charm which lay on the edge of the silver chain around his neck and thumbed it for several seconds attempting to sort his thoughts.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 19, 2009 2:09:32 GMT -4
After dressing in yet another clean pair of clothes, Mercy made her way back into the main room and collapsed in a chair. Changing form was incredibly exhausting and though she felt a lot better after the chase, she was about ready to pass out.
"Wow, I could use a drink," she sighed, mostly to herself. She fanned herself with her hand and breathed deeply. Keeping that bitch under control was hard work, and she had really wanted to hurt Carter... she decided to avoid changing unless absolutely necessary from now on.
She glanced at Carter who seemed deep in thought. Really deep in thought. "How's curing cancer going over there?" she asked. She looked at her palms. Still bleeding. "Son of a bitch," she whispered. "Why couldn't I get healing powers?"
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Post by Carter on May 19, 2009 9:25:31 GMT -4
"How's curing cancer going over there?"
Carter's eyes snapped up to Mercy; he hadn't even heard her walk in until she had started talking.
"You look like shit by the way," Carter offered with a small shrug as he slid his Jack and Coke in front of her and got up from the coach to make another one for himself.
"Gonna have to do that one the old fashioned way Lassie; I'm out," Carter explained as he heard Mercy bitch about her bloodied palms. He had shown off a bit too much in the graveyard and his powers would pay for it. That was the main thing that set him apart from a full angel. Their powers were boundless and constant; his powers had a time limit and user gauge to them.
Making his way back to the couch Carter picked up his previous stance and attempted to mull over the thoughts in his head. He didn't really owe Mercy anything...well no not true he owed her 30k worth of something and room and board only knocked that down to 29k and he knew what it felt like to be hunted and he friggin hated those angelic showoffs with a passion and he was pretty damned sure if one of their own went off radar suddenly they would notice.
"You can't talk to anyone who used to know...who knows what you are. Once your signal is gone it'll be like you're dead...snuffed out so to say; utterly off the radar," Carter explained the charm around his neck finding its way back within his grasp.
The charm had been something Yasmine had given to him; not something of the sentimental sorts though he was sure it had something of that in it too. It was more along the way of a tool to help with his survival. It was forged of some sort of ancient metal who the fuck knew where angels got the things they did but needless to say it helped cover his signal when his powers couldn't make the game.
Slipping the chain from around his neck Carter got up and walked over to Mercy and slipped it around hers.
"Don't lose it...it's worth more then you are," Carter muttered as he went back over to the couch and sat back down his eyes glaring out the window.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 19, 2009 23:45:24 GMT -4
"You look like shit by the way,"
"What was that?" Mercy asked, feigning ignorance as she reached for the Jack and coke in front of her. "You want me to rip your throat out next time? Yes, sir." She downed the drink in one gulp and held the glass between her hands. Allowing the cold glass to soothe her sore palms.
"Yeah, cause I told so many people that I wasn't human," Mercy said, putting the glass back down on the table, her hands and warmed it and it was no longer helping the pain.
She stared at the glass on the table, thinking about her parents, the only people in her life who knew about her...condition. They probably weren't aware she was gone yet, it hadn't been long, and they hadn't tried to call. She knew this because she hadn't disposed of her cellphone like Carter told her too. She couldn't bring herself to get rid of the only means of communicating with her parents. Sure they were overbearing and suffocating and didn't seem to care that being the angels' bitch was destroying her life, but she loved them and she knew she'd miss them one day.
She watched Carter closely as he came over to her and slipped something around her neck. She lifted the charm and examined it. It was pretty, and it felt... old. But something told her it's purpose wasn't looking good around her neck. She tucked the charm under her shirt, the metal cold against her skin and returned to focusing on her hands. They had stopped bleeding but they still stung like a bitch.
There was a loud ringing from her bag and Mercy froze. "Dammit," she whispered. She really should have turned her cellphone off.
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Post by Carter on May 20, 2009 0:44:20 GMT -4
"I said you look like shit," Carter stated in a ouder tone since Mercy "hadn't" heard him the first time. The darkness was starting to creep out over the night sky. Carter always hated this time of day it was the sort of living purgatory the world took when it wasn;t exactly day yet not exactly night it was the inbetween. He fucking hated the inbetween.
Carter watched as Mercy tucked the charm under her shirt and he was glad she had just taken it without question; he hadn't felt like getting into the fine print of everything. He felt empty without it; hell he hadn't taken it off in years but for right now it was a means to an end and he would hold up his end of the deal no matter how big of an asshole he was.
Carter's eyes narrowed and his attention snapped back to Mercy as a loud ringing sound screamed through the air. He had told her to get rid of the fucking phone and apprently she had just decided to ignore that piece of advice.
"Bad dog," Carter snapped his vocie a low growl as he stood up from the couch and made a beeline for her bag. Grabbing the bag from the floor Carter dumped out the contents none to gently until he spotted the still ringing phone. Picking it up he looked at the display screen.
Mom and Dad
Without a moments hesitation Carter flipped open the phone and held it against his ear.
"Chicago General..." waiting a beat Carter kept his eyes locked on Mercy.
"No I'm sorry Mrs. you're daughter is dead," and without another word Carter flipped the phone shut before hurling it against the stone wall where it shattered into sveral pieces upon impact.
"I told you to get rid of the god damn thing," Carter growled his eyes burning with anger as he glared back at Mercy before crossing the room and taking his seat once more.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 20, 2009 1:06:49 GMT -4
Mercy watched in horror as Carter dumped her belongings out of her bag and picked up her phone. She had to stop herself from clenching her fists when he answered with "Chicago General..." she wasn't particularly in the mood for more pain.
"No I'm sorry Mrs. you're daughter is dead,"
She watched her phone shatter against the wall and felt tears spring behind her eyes. She fought to keep them at bay but it was difficult. "You evil son of a bitch," she said shakily, getting off her seat, kneeling by her bag and putting her stuff back into it.
The tears had won by this point and they were flowing freely down her face. True he had told her to get rid of it but that... that was just unnecessary. She tried to get up, take her bag to her room and slam the door behind her but she decided that was childish and she didn't want to give him that kind of satisfaction. So she ended up kneeling over her bag, gripping it tightly and trying not to let him see that she was crying.
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Post by Carter on May 20, 2009 1:52:14 GMT -4
Carter attempted not to look over at Mercy as she worked on collecting the rest of her things that remained on the floor and putting them back into her bag. He had told her to get rid of the phone; hell he had given her 2 hours to say goodbye to whoever she wanted to and she hadn't done it...wasn't his damned fault.
"You evil son of a bitch."
Carter's eyes darkened considerably as Mercy's words stabbed back at him. He could feel the anger all but boiling over inside of him in response to the simple words she had thrown his way. He wasn't evil; he did what needed to be done always had and he figured he always would. Whenever he let his guard down people around him paid for it and it was much simplier not to have the blood of others on his hands unless he put it there. Yasmin ahd been an angel had lived to serve God and she had been happy with her essence until she had met Carter and her entire essence was gone when her grace was torn from her and she was sent to hell because of him.
He was a cancer he knew that but it was his fucking choice.
"You evil son of a bitch."
He was up and out of the chair before he could grab a hold of the nager that fed the nephilim urge inside of him for violence and pain. He yanked Mercy off of the floor by the arm and slammed her back against the wall his eyes burning right through her.
"I'm a lot of fucking things...but I'm not fucking evil do you understand me?" Carter growled each word filled with nothing but anger and rage as his grip around Mercy's arms tightened as he held her against the wall his body literally shaking in anger as he tried his damndest to stop himself from breaking her neck.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 20, 2009 2:10:56 GMT -4
Mercy gasped in both pain and surprise as she was slammed against the wall. His grip on her arms was so tight she thought they'd snap in half, and her head was spinning from the impact with the wall. His eyes bore into her, so filled with rage that she couldn't hold his gaze, not this time.
She turned her head away, tears of pain and fear streaking her face, mixing with her tears of anger. Mercy had done some stupid things in her life, some really, really stupid things. But getting herself mixed up with Carter was definitely at the top of the list.
"I'm a lot of fucking things...but I'm not fucking evil do you understand me?"
"I'm sorry," she managed to choke through the tears. "I understand."
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Post by Carter on May 20, 2009 2:23:44 GMT -4
Carter's eyes blazed back at Mercy even as she turned away from him. It was the tears that spilled down her face that cut through the consuming anger Carter felt burning through him like a fire.
"I'm a lot of things...," Carter muttered his hands releasing the hard grip he had hel upon her.
Carter's eyes took in the angry welt his hands had left upon her arms and he fet instantly bad...he fucking hated feeling bad.
"I understand..."
"You have not a fucking clue," Carter grumbeled as he walked away from Mercy grabbing the enarby bottle of Jack Daniels as he went and drank several large mouthfuls as he made his way away from her.
He wanted nothing more then to tell her to get out; to take her 30 grand and find someone else to help her get the angels off of her back. There was something about her that tore him in every direction and it was driving him up the fucking wall. One second he wanted to care what happened to her to her to help and the next second he wanted to tear her head off...literally.
"I told you to get rid of the damn thing," Carter muttered more to himself then Mercy as he kicked a piece of the destroyed cell phone across the floor where it landed noisly among the other pieces of the phone. He pulled himself away from her the anger still boiling through him as he paced for a moment attempting to expel the energy he felt burning through his veins.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 20, 2009 3:06:47 GMT -4
When Carter released his hold on her, Mercy slumped to the floor, her legs shaking too much to hold herself up. She watched him as he drank a good portion of the bottle of Jack, the anger still evident on his face. What had she gotten herself into?
Her eyes flicked to the piece of broken cellphone as it went skidding across the floor towards the other pieces of equally broken cellphone and she sighed. She wiped the tears from her face and pushed herself up, onto her feet, using the wall for support. She lightly touched the marks on her arms where his hands had been and winced. The dark red marks stung and the muscles themselves ached like a mother.
"I'm sorry," she said again, her voice quiet, all trace of defiance and sarcasm gone. "You're right, I should have gotten rid of it." She took in a deep, shaky breath, in an attempt to make the crying stop, and sighed. "I'll leave," she said. "This was obviously a really bad idea, so I'll just leave. You can keep your money."
She bent down to pick up her bag but her arms, throbbing with pain, no longer had the strength to lift it. She gave it a small kick and let out a frustrated cry. She felt foolish and she could feel her face burning as it flushed red. Why did he have to make her feel like she should have just killed herself?
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Post by Carter on May 21, 2009 1:30:32 GMT -4
Carter stared at the wall for what felt like ages and he did his best to swallow down the urge to slam his fist into it knowing it wouldn't solve anything except hurting the fuck out of his hand since the walls were made of stone.
"I'll leave...This was obviously a really bad idea, so I'll just leave. You can keep your money."
Carter turned back to Mercy has her words filtered through the room. She drove him fucking nuts there was no qualms about that in the least but just the same he felt like he owed her something; fuck if he knew what but it was something and he didn't have any idea why. Well no that was a lie he did no why it was because she reminded him of "her." He didn;t know if it was her dark eyes or her ability to tell him right the fuck where to go and how to get there via every route possible but Mercy held much more of Yasmine in her then Carter was able to deal with.
Carter grimaced slightly as he wathced Mercy struggle with her bag and he watched the angry red imprints of his hands mar her skin.
He hated fucking guilt.
"God damnit," Carter grumbeled knowing he was going to regret his next actions...physically at least. Carter walked the space of the room in a few quick strides his hands gripping Mercy's arms once more with strength yet not the anger they held moments ago.
"You fucking drive me insane...so you know," Carter snapped his eyes burning into Mercy's arm as he struggeled to dig the strength he needed from some where. Carter's hands losened slightly his finger tips lacing across her skin his body shaking with the exertion of basically scrapping up the power to undo what he had done only minutes ago. A line of blood slipped from carter's nose as the marred skin upon mercy's arms vanished and Carter released her his breath ragged for a moment as he stare dat her before turning abruptly away and pouring himself naother drink as he leaned heavily against the bar.
He was fucked for at least a month now. This was what made him half angel; he couldn;t call on his pwoers at will and after awhile they kicked his ass; and mroe importantly enhanced or not in the end Carter was very much human.
"Now you can stop crying before you flood the whole damn Bayou," Carter muttered under his breath.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 21, 2009 1:59:17 GMT -4
Mercy held back the gasp as Carter gripped her arms again, expecting more pain. But, though the pressure on the marks stung a bit, he wasn't actually doing further damage.
"You fucking drive me insane...so you know,"
Mercy said nothing as Carter seemed to begin to concentrate. As his fingers lightly touched her skin where he'd gripped it, the pain lessened and Mercy realised that Carter was healing her... again. She watched his face, noticing him become more and more exhausted the longer he held her arms. Eventually, the marks on her arms disappeared completely and Carter turned away, not before she saw his bleeding nose though. Mercy took a deep breath as she rubbed her newly healed arms lightly. That was the second time in one night Carter had used his powers to help her out. Granted, both times had been to heal damage he'd done, but all the same, it clearly cost him something.
"Now you can stop crying before you flood the whole damn Bayou,"
Mercy heard him clearly, one of the perks of heightened senses, and wiped at her eyes until they were dry and took several deep breaths until she was sure her voice wouldn't give her away.
"Thanks," she said, sincerely. She thought she should say more, considering the state he was in, but she didn't know what.
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Post by Carter on May 21, 2009 13:58:46 GMT -4
Carter brushed a hand under nis nose cleaning away the blood and brushing it on his jeans as he downed the rest of his drink not looking back at Mercy.
"Thanks."
"Yeah don't mention it," Carter muttered as he walked away from her and slumped back down on the couch the world around him faltering slightly and he closed his eyes for a few second allowing himself to get his wits about him once more. He hadn't felt this bad in a long while but then again he had never let himself get to the point where he was beyond empty so to speak.
"Your moneys in the room if you're still jettin. Leave the charm and take your cash but when you change your mind don't come back here looking for help when it comes to God's mosquitos," Carter stated finally forcing his eyes open and was rather pleased to see that the world had faded back into focus around him.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 21, 2009 17:02:49 GMT -4
Mercy watched Carter as he sat down on the couch, looking slightly dizzy. It was clear he'd weakened himself considerably and drinking alcohol while bleeding out of his brain probably hadn't helped a whole lot.
"Your moneys in the room if you're still jettin. Leave the charm and take your cash but when you change your mind don't come back here looking for help when it comes to God's mosquitos,"
Mercy closed her eyes and thought for a moment. The logical thing to do would be to take her money and get as far away from New Orleans as she could get. The logical thing would be to not let herself get trapped in a place where she could get the crap kicked out of her everytime Carter was in a bad mood. And Mercy liked logic, it made sense. Which is exactly why she hated herself for what she did next.
"I'm not leaving," she said firmly. And somewhere deep inside her brain something was screaming at her about being an idiot and she should run now, but she ignored it. She looked at Carter, exhausted on the couch, and sighed. "You got a kitchen in this place?"
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