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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 7, 2011 20:20:07 GMT -4
The house was silent; it was a nice fucking change from about 10 minutes ago but it was a change Jimmy was willing to take without bitching. The one lamp in the god damn room was about to burn out that was pretty fucking clear from the flickering it was doing but all in all Jimmy didn't care. There was glass shattered on the floor from pretty much every mirror in the entire house; it was a good thing he currently found himself laying flat on his back with his large empty brown eyes staring vacantly upwards towards the ceiling fan as it spun slowly in rhythm with the creaking that whispered through the room.
He could feel the cold metal of the razor blade that was clenched in the palm of his hand and the blood which was sliding from the knuckles of his other hand no doubt staining the sheets beneath him. When he clenched his fists he could feel the large shards of glass grinding and sliding against the bones in his hands. When he pulled his pale hand in front of his face he could see several shards of glass embedded into his knuckles. But again he didn't fucking care.
In the end he had gotten his peace and fucking quiet.
The LSD he had picked up for his mother and the current dick of the week hadn't been pure enough so said dickhead had decided he would storm into Jimmy's room at 3:00 fucking o'clock in the morning and attempt to shove it down his throat. Needless to say the Jimmy had bit the fucker the moment he had found himself pinned down with nowhere else to go. If there had been one thing Jimmy Renwick had learned to do in the last 15 years it was to fight dirty.
Jimmy wasn't an idiot; he knew he wasn't much of a match for a fucked out of his mind biker and the fact that more time then not his fucking mother would lend a hand by holding him the fuck down for her current dickhead usually caused things to end not entirely in his favor. But thanks to a few well placed mirrors and the dicks bad sense of balance Jimmy would classify the night as a win. His quickly swelling eye and possibly shattered hand on the other hand wouldn't.
Focusing on the biting cold of the metal razor blade Jimmy brought it to the soft skin of the inside of his palm and began to drag it absently along his flesh until he felt the warm sensation of his own blood beginning to coat his skin. Reaching out to the nearby wall Jimmy traced his bloody fingers casually over the plaster.
St. Jimmy
His eyes slipped shut and after a few moments his bloodied hand slipped away from the wall; the only sound in the room was the creaking of the ceiling fan as the light-bulb burned out bathing the room in darkness.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 7, 2011 20:50:09 GMT -4
The Lucifuge.
It had been centuries since a child of that bloodline had survived to an age where he could come into his abilities. And Lilith may never have found him if it weren't for the fact that Malacai had seen him. Lilith was sure the angels would find him sooner or later and kill him. They never where very good at letting those more powerful then them live. Especially if their ideals didn't match.
But Lilith intended to show this child exactly how to use his abilities, and point him in the right direction. He would be the perfect weapon with Jesse now missing.
She found the boy in his bedroom, in the dark, bleeding from a self inflicted wound in his hand. What a waste. If only he'd grown up in an environment befitting a descendent of Lucifer. Not somewhere that risked his life simply by standing in his own home.
Relighting the lamp, despite its burned out bulb, Lilith glanced at the wall, and the words written in blood.
"St Jimmy," she read aloud with a hint of amusement. "Cute... although inaccurate."
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 7, 2011 21:51:11 GMT -4
It was a rare thing that Jimmy got to sleep; really sleep. What he did most nights was hang-out somewhere between awake and barely conscious as he liked to know if he was seconds away from being jumped or dragged out of bed or if he was really lucky and alert he could ditch the house entirely before his mother or one of her junkie friends came looking for him. The fact that his mom and dickhead of the week had both gone and taken the shit LSD with them meant that Jimmy had at least 8 hours before his mother came stumbling back alone and no doubt sporting her own bloody wounds for him to deal with.
It was all part of the same damn fucking cycle.
Just the same the fact that they were gone allowed Jimmy to slip into the waiting arms of sleep; that and the general exhaustion the sudden lack of adrenaline left upon his battered body. Jimmy's breaths evened out slightly as he slept hitching every so often but not enough to pull him from sleep as the silence embraced the house. Silence was a foreigner who rarely came to the Renwick house. Jimmy continued to sleep as the shattered remains of his bedroom were once more covered in light and he found himself no longer alone in the house.
"St Jimmy."
It was the foreign voice which tore Jimmy so brutally out of the comforting grasps of sleep and thrust him back in reality.
"Cute... although inaccurate."
In one fluid motion Jimmy's eyes snapped open and he jerked himself up and to the back of the bed his back slamming against the plaster wall. He hissed slightly in pain as the sudden movements caused pain to slice through both of his injured hands. Just the same his eyes never left the woman who stood in the room with him. He hadn't seen her before but that didn't mean much since he didn't make it a habit of hanging with his mother's friends when he wasn't needed.
"Mom's not home," Jimmy snapped hoping that would be enough to send the woman on her way. But Jimmy knew if she had come looking for drugs it would take more then words to get her to get.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 7, 2011 22:11:25 GMT -4
"Mom's not home,"
Lilith smiled at him as she sat down on the edge of his bed. "Good. Not that it matters... but I'd hate to have to kill her for interrupting us."
Today, Lilith amended to herself. Audrey Renwick was the sort of person that Lilith would have relieved of parenthood had she been able to. It saddened her to know that Jimmy had missed out on a decent family. He'd know soon enough though.
"Do you know who I am, Jimmy?" she asked pleasantly. "I don't suppose you would, having grown up so... lacking."
Lilith allowed her eyes to roll back to reveal only white, her pleasant smile still on her face. "I wonder if you can even tell me what I am."
It occured to Lilith that such a forward approach might frighten the boy, but without showing him the truth, she doubted he would believe it. Humans - or those raised as such - had such closed minds sometimes. It was probably for the best... the last thing she needed was an entire planet of hunters...
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 7, 2011 22:39:00 GMT -4
Jimmy kept his eyes trained on the stranger as she sat on the edge of his bed. Apparently the fact that his mother wasn't there didn't matter which meant that any plans Jimmy had of getting sleep had gotten completely fucked. He should have known better. One of these days he was going to leave the fucking house and not come back and that would be the end of that. If he was lucky it would be in a fucking body bag.
"Good. Not that it matters... but I'd hate to have to kill her for interrupting us."
Jimmy's eyes widened slightly at the stranger's words and he glanced quickly towards the open door to see if he could catch a glimpse of the shadows of anyone who might have been with the stranger. If he was gonna be out numbered by people looking to kill his mom then he would prefer to know how many fuckers he would be up against.
"You're not my type," Jimmy snapped back pushing himself just a bit further away from the woman. She was though placed between him and the door which was a problem. But if she actually thought he was gonna fuck her she was sadly mistaken as he was not high enough nor in that shitty of a situation currently...they could readdress shit in another 5 minutes.
"Do you know who I am, Jimmy? I don't suppose you would, having grown up so... lacking."
Jimmy clenched his teeth together as he glared back at the stranger who was now making less sense then she had started off making. But then again nobody should ever try to make sense out of a crack-whore; though in the strange woman's defense she really didn't look like any of the crack-whores Jimmy had ever seen.
Jimmy opened his mouth to start the smart ass remark he had formulated as a comeback but his words quickly died on his pale lips as he watched wide eyed as the strangers eyes rolled to nothing but vacant white before him.
"I wonder if you can even tell me what I am."
Had he been drunk or high or all of the fucking above this would have all made perfect fucking sense but as he was currently none of the above it didn't make a fucking bit of sense and there for managed to scare the almighty hell out of him.
"What the fuck..." Jimmy whispered hoarsely as he scrambled further away from the woman and toppled off of the bed.
The pieces of shattered glass cracked and snapped to dust beneath his bare feet and hands as they mercilessly drew more of Jimmy's blood to the surface as he scrambled to his feet and away from the strange woman whoever and whatever the fuck she was that was still on the bed.
"W-what do you want?" Jimmy managed to ask his voice lacking a significant amount of bravery he could have in his current moment but looking around the cards weren't exactly stacked in his favor. But then again that was really par for the fucking course.
"There's some coke in the dresser but that's all I've got...," Jimmy continued to explained his back pressed against the far wall his own wide brown eyes unable to move from the vacant white sockets of the stranger on the edge of his bed.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 14, 2011 16:57:27 GMT -4
"You're not my type,"
Lilith rolled her eyes. "Nor you mine, darling," she sighed with clear exasperation. Either this poor boy had been far more mistreated than she had first thought or he was like every teenage boy was said to be. Truthfully, Lilith wanted to believe neither of those things. The first meant she had a long list of people to kill, the second hardly befit the line of the Lucifuge. Although... to be fair, Lucifer himself had always had trouble keeping his mind out of the gutter.
"I don't sleep with children."
Though Jimmy was only three years younger than her current vessel, the whole idea was wrong. Even for her.
"What the fuck..."
Lilith watched calmly as Jimmy scrambled away from her, wincing as the glass on the floor cut into his hands and feet. It probably stung a little. whoops.
"W-what do you want? There's some coke in the dresser but that's all I've got...,"
"Jimmy," Lilith sighed, allowing her eyes to return to their less frightening state. "I don't want your drugs," she assured him. "I want to help you."
She stood from the bed, but did not move closer to him for fear of making him injure himself further. "My name is Lilith. I'm a demon. Lucifer's consort, blah blah blah. But you, Jimmy, a something far more impressive."
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 14, 2011 22:48:37 GMT -4
"Nor you mine, darling, I don't sleep with children."
Jimmy's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared back at the stranger. She was keeping her distance which was a nice change of pace as most unwanted guests didn't make a habit of that.
"Good to know," Jimmy muttered still allowing his eyes to flash to the empty hall behind her just in case they were joined by company though surprisingly it seemed as if she really had come alone and Jimmy wasn't sure what the fuck she wanted which was a tad bit more unfuckingnerving then when he did know what they wanted.
"Jimmy, I don't want your drugs..."
"Then what the fuck do you wa..."
"I want to help your."
Jimmy's protest was cut off by the stranger's words and the shift of her eyes from fucking creepy to not so much but that didn't take away from the fact that they had been not to long ago. She didn't want drugs and she didn't want a fuck; there was really nothing else Jimmy had to offer. He couldn't help but tense slightly as the stranger stood from the bed but again she kept her distance which made little to no fucking sense.He was starting to think that maybe if he was high this would make a bit more fucking sense.
"My name is Lilith. I'm a demon. Lucifer's consort, blah blah blah. But you, Jimmy, a something far more impressive."
Jimmy stared back at the stranger in silence for several moments letting her words hang in the air as he stared back at her his wide brown eyes not exactly comprehending what to make of what she was attempting to say. Apparently the chick....Lilith was a bit more bat shit then Jimmy had first given her credit for. Awesome apparently tonight still had potential to be absolute shit after all.
"Awesome; nice to meet you Lilith. I'm the son of God now get the fuck out of my house," Jimmy snapped losing any fear he had had for the stranger. He was sure with some good drugs he could do some weird fucking magic tricks and shit too but he really had no patience to deal with crazy people.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 19, 2011 1:25:39 GMT -4
"Awesome; nice to meet you Lilith. I'm the son of God now get the fuck out of my house,"
In a quick flash of anger, Lilith swept her hand to the side and sent Jimmy flying into the far wall, allowing him to simply hang there. Her intention was not, of course, to hurt him, that would be extremely counter-productive. But she would not sit by and be treated like dirt by an - as yet- human child.
"Jimmy," she scolded. "Your manners are severely lacking. Here I am, being nice and offering to help and there you are being incredibly rude. You will not speak to me like that again, do you understand?"
Lilith took a deep breath and pushed aside her anger. The point of this visit was to get young Jimmy onside. Not to create a reason for enmity.
"And no, you are not the son of God," she scoffed. "You are the son of Lucifer."
She let him drop to the floor.
"Well... more accurately you are part of a bloodline that is descended from Lucifer. But come your birthday, there will be little difference. You will be as powerful as if you were directly his child."
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 19, 2011 3:31:56 GMT -4
Jimmy's eyes stared coldly back at Lilith as his words hung in the silence of the room. He would give her about 5 seconds to see her way out and then he would "lend a helping hand" as whatever patience he had had at the start of the night had since diminished as the hours ticked by and his weariness continued to grow. He was fucking tired...correction fucking exhausted and all he wanted was to be left the fuck alone for a handful of god damn hours before he had to deal with an entirely new shit storm.
Apparently though if he was to count current company...which he was. That was too much to fucking ask.
Before Jimmy could process what was happening he found himself thrown across the room and pinned against the far wall by an unseen force. A cry of surprise had fallen from his lips as he found himself held against the wall. Jimmy struggled against the force which held him pinned against the wall but it was no use. The harder he struggled the more he could feel fear welling up inside of him and that was one thing he despised. Jimmy had long a long time ago that he couldn't afford to be afraid; there was no time for it and it made you fucking weak and vulnerable and those were things he had no fucking use for. Struggling; his bloodied palms leaving smeared palm prints against the pale blue of the wall Jimmy could feel panic rising despite his own intentions to quell it.
"Jimmy, your manners are severely lacking. Here I am, being nice and offering to help and there you are being incredibly rude. You will not speak to me like that again, do you understand?"
Jimmy flinched slightly at the sound of his own name on Lilith's lips. He wanted to believe he had somehow fallen /asleep and this was all just some weird and fucked up dream but he knew better. The dull ache throbbed through his hands and the fear spread through his gut as his brown eyes stayed locked with Lilith. Jimmy held his silence for several reasons some of which he would never admit to but were solely fueled by fear.
"....yeah," Jimmy whispered his voice cracking slightly under the pressure as he continued to struggle though he had long since realized it was pointless.
"And no, you are not the son of God. You are the son of Lucifer."
Jimmy's brown eyes widened moments before he hit the floor the force upon him relinquished by Lilith. The second her hold on him was off Jimmy scrambled across the floor of the bedroom until his back hit the corner of the room; all the while his eyes never once left Lilith.
What the fuck was she talking about?!
"Well... more accurately you are part of a bloodline that is descended from Lucifer. But come your birthday, there will be little difference. You will be as powerful as if you were directly his child."
There had been very few moments in his life that Jimmy would admit to wanting to curl up into a ball and simply force the world to vanish around him and take all of its shit with it...this was one of those moments.
"What...what the fuck are you talking about?"
Jimmy's voice sounded far smaller and more vulnerable then he ever wanted to hear himself sound. He would be surprised if she could hear him at all as it felt as if he hadn't spoken the words out-loud at all. This was all just part of one massive fucking nightmare.
"I'm not some...I'm not some ant-christ. You've got the wrong house for that. I don't know what the fuck you think I have but I swear there is nothing the fuck special about me," Jimmy attempted to explain though he wasn't exactly sure who it was he was trying to explain it to.
He didn't have any fucking delusions of grandeur; he knew what he was and where he stood in the world and that statistically speaking he more then likely wouldn't live long enough to be a legal adult. Just the same Jimmy did what he could with what he had. His mother loved him for as much as she could use him for...again he wasn't a fucking idiot since he had been old enough to walk his mother had used him as a god damn drug mule.
Audrey would have sold Jimmy for the proper amount of drugs had someone offered but lucky enough for her they had only ever offered enough drugs or money to use some of him for a some amount of time.
Just the same Jimmy had become a lot of things over the years to Audrey but Jimmy was rather certain his mother would have mentioned if he was meant to be some sort of demon child.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 19, 2011 3:56:23 GMT -4
Lilith watched Jimmy scramble as far away from her as possible with a sigh. She probably deserved that, with the whole pinning him to a wall thing, and while fearing her was generally a good thing - it would keep him in line - as long as he continued to be this afraid of her, things were going to be difficult.
"What...what the fuck are you talking about?"
Lilith cocked her head to the side and stared at him, saying nothing.
"I'm not some...I'm not some ant-christ. You've got the wrong house for that. I don't know what the fuck you think I have but I swear there is nothing the fuck special about me,"
Eyes white again, Lilith pinched her forefinger and thumb together, forcing Jimmy's lips closed.
"Did we not just talk about your language? I will not warn you again."
She let her eyes return to normal, but did not release him from his silence.
"While on the surface you appear to be an impertinant fifteen year old boy, you are most definitely special. You are, Jimmy, a descendant of Lucifer," she repeated. "A member of the Lucifuge bloodline. Every seventh generation, in this bloodline, a child will be born who- on his sixteenth birthday - will come in to his abilities."
Lilith glanced at him, wondering if he believed her yet. Short of breaking Lucifer out of hell to tell the boy himself, there was very little she could do if he chose to remain ignorant for the remainder of his life.
"You are that child. You are the first child of the Lucifuge to survive to the age of sixteen in centuries so even I don't know the extent of your talents. But if I am to belive what I've been told. You will be almost as powerful as the devil himself... assuming someone is here to teach you how to use your powers."
She released her hold on his lips and looked at him questioningly.
"Would you like to learn, Jimmy? Or would you rather stay here," she gestured around her, "and wait to die of an overdose?" She shrugged before looking at him pointedly. "And lets try it without the swearing this time, shall we?"
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 20, 2011 19:44:55 GMT -4
Jimmy grimaced slightly as Lilith's eyes slid back to white; that was not something he was going to get used to seeing any time soon especially now that he was starting to believe it wasn't a simple party trick. He felt panic rip through him once more as his mouth was forced shut by some unseen force and no matter how hard he tried or struggled there was no way he was saying anything apparently.
"Did we not just talk about your language? I will not warn you again."
Language...apparently Lilith had a thing about fucking cursing...leave it to Jimmy to fall into the company of the one demon who has an issue with swearing.
Fanfuckingtastic.
"While on the surface you appear to be an impertinant fifteen year old boy, you are most definitely special. You are, Jimmy, a descendant of Lucifer," she repeated. "A member of the Lucifuge bloodline. Every seventh generation, in this bloodline, a child will be born who- on his sixteenth birthday - will come in to his abilities."
The longer Lilith talked the more certain Jimmy became that she had the wrong person; she obviously didn't know him very well. Had he not had to focus completely on breathing through his nose and ignoring the fact his mouth had been sealed shut he could have explained that to her...but he was rather certain there was a reason why he couldn't.
"You are that child. You are the first child of the Lucifuge to survive to the age of sixteen in centuries so even I don't know the extent of your talents. But if I am to believe what I've been told. You will be almost as powerful as the devil himself... assuming someone is here to teach you how to use your powers."
Jimmy felt whatever Lilith had been using to force his mouth closed release but just the same the force of her words kept him silent; his brown eyes wide and his back pressed firmly against the wall. This was insane; he wanted to believe it was insane and leave it at that but in the last 5 minutes there had been more shit he couldn't explain then he could brush aside and that was a problem. Jimmy of course hadn't missed the detail that apparently whatever the hell he was supposed to be didn't live to be 16 years old...and he would have to point out to Lilith that he hadn't survived there yet. There was still plenty of time for shit to get fucked up.
"Would you like to learn, Jimmy? Or would you rather stay here..."
Jimmy's eyes scanned the disaster which had become his room as Lilith gestured about it. There was still glass scattered everywhere and his blood was now smeared against the walls and carpet...that was going to be a bitch to attempt to get out. And that was only his room he could only imagine the fucking disaster the dickhead of the week had pulled to the rest of the house looking for drugs.
Casting a glance towards the night stand Jimmy realized he could have very much used some of the cocaine which was in the back of the drawer to help make some fucking sense of everything.
"...and wait to die of an overdose? And lets try it without the swearing this time, shall we?"
Jimmy forced himself to his feet; his bloodied hands pressed against the sides of his jeans. His eyes locked with Lilith's as the denim quickly soaked in the blood from his wounds. He didn't have an answer for her; he didn't have an answer cause he didn't have a fucking clue what was going on. He needed to think and he needed...he needed to talk to Audrey which was not something he needed to do often.
"I don't know...I..." jimmy's words died off as he stared back at Lilith his mind going about a mile a minute.
"I think you should go...I can't do this right now...sorry."
Jimmy turned his eyes away from the demon figuring that his answer would either go over well or he would be seconds away from dying. Either way it would be over and truthfully that was all Jimmy currently wanted. All fucking night he had wanted peace and quiet and time to think and that had been the one fucking thing he had been denied.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 20, 2011 20:06:25 GMT -4
Lilith watched Jimmy carefully. He was no longer talking back, which was a good sign. Maybe she was getting through to him. Or perhaps she had just scared him in to silence. Either way, it was probably a good thing.
"I don't know...I...I think you should go...I can't do this right now...sorry."
Sighing, Lilith brushed her hands against her dress and looked at Jimmy as kindly as she could manage.
"Very well," she said, "I understand that this may be a lot to take in." She turned towards the door and began to walk away. "If you need me... or when you've made a decision... just say my name and I'll come back."
She disappeared but the sound of her voice lingered through the room. "See you soon."
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 20, 2011 21:59:01 GMT -4
"Very well, I understand that this may be a lot to take in. If you need me... or when you've made a decision... just say my name and I'll come back."
Jimmy watched as Lilith disappeared; that had gone far better then he had thought it would but it was an odd feeling once she was gone he didn't feel any better and as her whispered words still lingered he could cast a few guesses as to why. The silence in the house pounded through Jimmy's head and he felt the world tip and turn about him as he staggered to the bathroom where he proceeded to heave up everything he had managed to consume in the last 24 hours and possibly some internal organs while he was at it. Once there was nothing left in his system to heave up Jimmy forced himself up and out of the bathroom once he had cleaned up.
Eying the disaster which was his room Jimmy yanked the cover from his bed and dragged it to the couch figuring that for the moment everything could go to hell in a fucking hand basket. He was beyond exhausted and what had once been a dull ache in his hand was now more along the lines of a screaming pain even with the bandage he had managed to wrap around it to stop himself from bleeding on anything else.
Curling up on the edge of the couch Jimmy stared across the darkness of the living-room. The only light in the room came through the windows from the street lamps outside. Everything was silent and everything for the moment was calm...he had been here before though and knew not to get too comfortable with his current situation. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room Jimmy fished in his pocket and pulled out on of the LSD tablets that the dickhead of the week and his mother had claimed weren't good enough for them. Allowing the table to run through his hands for several moments Jimmy thought back on Lilith's words and what they meant.
"You are that child. You are the first child of the Lucifuge to survive to the age of sixteen in centuries so even I don't know the extent of your talents. But if I am to believe what I've been told. You will be almost as powerful as the devil himself... assuming someone is here to teach you how to use your powers."
Slipping the tablet into his mouth Jimmy immediately felt the drugs begin to slip through his system as he allowed his eyes to slip shut. He wasn't who Lilith thought he was; she would figure that out when he never called for her.
Jimmy would have liked to think that had he not been stoned and completely drained mentally and physically he would have heard Carl come back; that he would have been prepared for the hands which yanked him violently off of the couch and slamming into the living-room wall. Jimmy had sat there stunned for several moments the plaster of the wall scattered around him on the floor as his ears rang and blood trickled out of his left ear.
Jimmy braced himself as Carl dragged him to his feet and slammed him back against the wall; there were words coming out of the man's mouth of that Jimmy was certain but what the fuck they were he had no idea.Giving himself enough time to gather his senses Jimmy fell into survival mode and lashed out at Carl landing several good blows to the older mans face forcing him to release him and giving Jimmy the chance to at least put the couch between him and the drugged up maniac.
Scanning the room quickly he took note that his mother was noticeably absent which was never a good thing.
"She ain't here."
Jimmy's eyes snapped back to Carl not at all comfortable that he had pegged who it was that Jimmy had been looking for. Audrey was by no stretch of the imagination mother of the year but even Carl would held back a bit if she was around and conscious...conscious was the key word of course. Jimmy attempted to duck past Carl grasp as he lunged for him again but the dickhead caught him square in the chest forcing the air brutally out of his lungs and sending him crashing to the ground.
Curling on his side Jimmy struggled for breath and struggled to push himself into a position which would give him some sort of advantage.Jimmy froze as he felt the cold steel of the knife press against his throat and Carl's weight pinning him down to the ground.
"Stop your squirming; it ain't like we've never done this before."
Jimmy shuddered as Carl's rough lips brushed against the side of his face causing tremors of fear to tear through him. He wanted to scream and he wanted to fight but there was nothing he could do as he felt the cold metal of the knife continue to press into the pale skin of his neck and he felt Carl's calloused hand pulling at his belt buckle. Clenching his eyes shut Jimmy bit his bottom lip until the taste of cooper filled his mouth as the man's hand fumbled with the buttons on his jeans.
"You just stay nice and quiet till I tell you to scream..."
He couldn't do this again; wouldn't go through this again.
"Lilith..."
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Post by Lilith on Mar 20, 2011 22:27:32 GMT -4
In all honesty, Lilith hadn't gone very far when she'd left Jimmy. Mostly because it would only be a matter of time before the angels figured out he existed and tried to kill him and she wanted to be close enough to get him out of that particular situation quickly.
She hadn't expected to be called back to him so soon. She had thought it would take him much longer to decide whether or not to believe her. When she appeared in front of him, it was no longer his bedroom, but the living room. And he wasn't alone.
It took only a glance for Lilith to figure out exactly what was going on. Immediately filled with a rage she hadn't felt in a long time, she stepped forward, gripped the older man tightly by the throat and lifted him into the air, watching him choke. She wanted to ask Jimmy if he was okay, but she was far too angry to risk turning even the smallest amount of her attention on him.
In disgust, she threw the man across the room and into the opposite wall, a large dent appearing where his body hit. She was on top of him in a blink, knees resting on the ground on either side of him. Leaning down so that her face was very close to his, she let her eyes roll back to white and took great pleasure in the fear and confusion the could see in his own.
"What's the matter?" she hissed, resting a hand over his abdomen. "Don't you like playing with girls?"
Slowly, so as to increase the pain, Lilith pushed her hand through his chest, finger tips first. She smiled in response to the man's screams of pain and was unphased by his squirming and struggling beneath her. She continued to push her hand through, between his ribcage, until she could grasp his spine firmly.
"Now if I'd caught you with just any child, I'd simply remove your favourite part of your anatomy and call it a day," Lilith explained, her voice shaking with rage. "But you see, Jimmy here is very special to me." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "So I'm going to kill you... nice and slow."
Standing, Lilith dragged the man to his feet by his spine, opening her hand inside him and allowing her fingernails to scrap at his flesh.
"Or maybe I'll let Jimmy decide," she said thoughtfully before turning to look at the boy questioningly, eyes still white.
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 20, 2011 23:06:29 GMT -4
Jimmy wasn't exactly sure what it was he had expected to happen when he said the demon's name; hell a part of him wouldn't have been surprised if nothing would have happened at all the way life seemed to be going as of late. What he hadn't expected was for Carl to be on him one second and then for him to be flying into the wall the very next second. Jimmy scrambled backwards and to his feet as soon as he was able adjusting his clothes but never taking his eyes off of Lilith who seemed none to pleased with Carl.
He could have made up a lot of different scenarios in his mind but the current scene which played out before him as Lilith sank her hand into the dickhead of the week;s chest hadn't even ranked i the top 10. Jimmy knew that he should be terrified; everything in his body was telling him that this was some seriously fucked up shit but somewhere else inside of him he felt safe...he felt vindicated.
Lilith had come to him when he had called for her...when he had needed her. Nobody had ever come until now.
Carl's screams filled the small house and the only thing Jimmy was concerned about was if the neighbors would call the cops...but then again considering the neighbors and what they did there was really no fear that was why Carl had known that no matter how loud Jimmy might scream they wouldn't have been interrupted...or so he thought.
Jimmy could hear Lilith's rage filled words through the dull ringing in his ears but his eyes stayed firmly locked with Carl. Any emotion or fear his eyes once held had turned to ice as he watched the man bleed and scream under the demon's assault.
"Or maybe I'll let Jimmy decide."
Jimmy's eyes shifted to Lilith for a moment her words hanging in the air as Carl continued on making all manner of inhuman noises. Audrey had brought home some bastards over the years but Carl had taken the cake as far as the worst of them had gone. Jimmy had lost count of the number of times he had found his mother beaten to oblivion or drugged out of her mind or of the times Carl had gotten bored and taken his frustration out on Jimmy and no matter how many times he wanted to he didn't think he would ever be able to forget the feeling of being pinned down and raped for the fucking hell of it...because it had been something to do.
Jimmy took several steps forward his eyes locked with Carl's; his breathing even and calm as he stared down at the hand which lay buried in his chest.
"Jimmy..."
Jimmy's eyes snapped back to Carl's face as he heard his name fall from the man's lips.
"Sssshhhh....." Jimmy whispered his voice low and his eyes dark as he glared back at the man.
"You just stay nice and quiet till I tell you to scream..."
Jimmy turned away from Carl and locked his eyes with Lilith.
"Kill him...slowly."
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