|
Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Nov 11, 2010 21:52:37 GMT -8
⚇ Donnie released a soft whimper as he continued to strain himself against Rhycher's weight, curling his entire frame against it, determined to keep the scalpel in one place. Once the blade was set free, the pain would come. Great, agonizing waves of it. When Donnie had been pursuing Rhycher on that sickly memorable night, it had been a chase, a ramming of claws, and oil... unstoppable oil. Donnie squinted his optics open, Rhycher's grin overwhelming his vision. What was he when the battle was boiled down to strength alone? Light... slender... delicate even. Despite the fact that Donnie was as tall as Rhycher, he couldn't help but feel small in comparison.
"You didn't get there in time to protect him, did you? Someone else had to do it!"
"no... no... no... nononoNOO!" Donnie shrieked out, his body twisting and trembling as the scalpel's sharp point began to dig into the fabric of his wrist. His own weakness was slowly poisoning him, choking his chest up with grief. He hadn't been there to soothe Mikey when he was screaming his parents' names. He hadn't been able to stop 371's head from being chopped off at the moment of his beloved's death, despite it turning out only temporary. He hadn't been able to stand up to the abusive scientists in the lab he'd woken in. He hadn't stopped the death of his mother or... or stopped those men...
"Look at you! Getting rid of Don didn't do anything! You're still just as bloodthirsty as I am! You're enjoying this!"
"...... you're right, I am bloodthirsty...." Donnie flinched when Rhycher's hand curled around his thin neck, but could hardly do anything to stop it. His focus was with the scalpel, and all he could do now was shake and attempt to keep the blade away. Where is that powerful madman now?
"... but I still have the ability to love... my baby."
|
|
|
Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Nov 12, 2010 9:16:55 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
"I love my children too."
And he did, oh how he did. Even this new child, who hadn't even existed in the world yet and had only recently made itself known. Eden and this child were a combination of him and another person. The most wonderful person he'd ever known. Any father would want to kill for their child. Unfortunately this line of thought - strange as it was, there was so much time for thought in these moments, but anything can happen when time slowed - didn't point Rhycher's nose at some noble realization or dramatic understanding.
Donnie had killed Rhycher for Mikey. Eden was living under the same roof as Donnie. It was clear that Donnie could be yanked out of stability in one way or another. That made him a threat to Rhycher's family. He lowered his own voice slightly.
"You're still Don in every way that matters, and you know it. Maybe you can hide that from them-"
He jerked his head in the direction of the building nearby.
"…but it's still there!"
Rhycher gave Donnie a little shake, as little of one as it was in this locked stance.
"You're the same as I am, deep down. My family accepts me for who I am and what I do. But you aren't yourself around your family! Are you?! You're scared!"
Rhycher had become cowardly, hiding away from his enemies and the world in general up until just recently. He never saw Donnie as a coward. Deep down below all of the hate and blame and anger, Rhycher respected this doll. It was partly because of Donnie and 371's lead that Rhycher had welled up the courage to leave the BRAIN.
They had the strength to do it. Why couldn't he?
As these words left his mouth, Rhycher put a little more pressure on Donnie's wrist, and in turn, his throat. They had no need to breathe so this action was purely symbolic. He shifted his legs after a split second, maintaining his balance before the one closest to his enemy lashed out and went for a hook around Donnie's leg, to try and sweep it out from under him.
|
|
|
Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Nov 12, 2010 15:31:58 GMT -8
⚇ The rough shake of Rhycher's hand was hardly registered to Donnie, who felt as if each barbed word the other uttered was slicing into some vulnerable part of his soul. Rhycher had always had all the pieces, but it wasn't until now that he had put them all together, exposing a part of Donnie he kept carefully concealed. Rhycher was the last person Donnie would have wanted digging under his skin, and he felt violated. Exposed. Sending Rhycher a filthy frown, he clenched his jaw and jerked a little in his trapped position. He was caring less and less how much Rhycher's death might affect Lilith or Eden or Rhycher's unborn child. He just wanted to be rid of this vile, imposing creature.
"Don and I are NOT the same!" Donnie hissed out menacingly, however his words were smothered in denial. How different would he be from Don if Donnie had been the one trapped in a talisman while the other part of his soul found a home and a loving partner? If anything, Donnie was only a broken and confused fragment of Don: denying to be the same color as the color he broke away from.
"My family accepts me for who I am and what I do. But you aren't yourself around your family! Are you?! You're scared!"
Donnie's pupils shrank in surprise and disgust at Rhycher's words. How DARE he claim to love his family more than Donnie did his! Continuing to be a serial killer would not only endanger Mikey, but it wouldn't honor the agreement made upon Mikey's birth. A single minute spent in 371's arms was worth a million murders, and Donnie would rather live with a few lies buried beneath his skin than lose his family. Bitter and consumed by a searing hatred, Donnie opened his mouth and let the toxic stream drip once more from his lips, grinning smugly as he spoke.
"I've lied, yes. I have struggled to keep this dark thing inside me hidden because hurting other dolls is a wonderful way to endanger the life of your child. I have changed for my family, Rhycher. What have you done for them? You're still the same."
Toy. Toy toy toy toy toy toy!
"You claim to love Lilith more than life itself, but you were absent when she truly needed you. Who was it that saved Lilith from the Factory? It certainly wasn't you. It was DON!"
Donnie didn't even notice Rhycher's leg until he was already on his back, crushed against the damp earth. Stunned for only a moment, he released a scream of rage and pummeled his feet up in Rhycher's direction. It took only a second of thought for Donnie to release his strained arm, the claws of his free hand singing out their callous tune as they were sliced toward Rhycher's towering figure. GET OFF OF ME!
|
|
|
Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Nov 12, 2010 22:41:33 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
Rhycher uttered a curse that was so garbled by emotion that it was unintelligible and sounded more like an animalistic snarl. The combination of Donnie's words and the physical struggles of the fight were overbearing and he had to work to focus on Donnie's weapons instead of Donnie's words. They still found a way in, though. Every inch of the ex-traitor shouted against the accusations, that he was selfish, keeping his way of life because he wanted to instead of changing - like Donnie - to make a better life for his family. He'd tried, hadn't he? He left the traitors. Just that in itself painted a target on his family's back, and that was definitely a fact that Donnie couldn't argue with. Even if Rhycher had stopped his experiments, Lilith… Eden.. they would still face death every single day. The ragdoll's voice emitted as a vibrantly loud shout, cracking pathetically under the emotional and physical strain.
"I was lost! I was still trying to figure out what to do after you killed me! I couldn't have known Lilith was there. It wasn't my fault, and like hell am I going to be blamed for it! I killed for Lilith! I broke the neck of that disgusting thing that took advantage of her---!"
The gray ragdoll followed Donnie down as he fell, but he struggled to keep his feet and to do so was forced to release his enemy's neck. And was forced off of his balance. Donnie's kick connected and forced Rhycher back, the single second between strikes providing a window for avoidance that the copper-framed doll wasn't fast enough to make.
Hot pain coursed into the side opposite of his first wound, and Rhycher staggered backwards. His free arm came around to the new physical concern, covering it and pressing into it hastily. After a moment and only when he had put a few emergency inches between himself and Donnie did Rhycher glance down. The copper of his hand came away slick with oil. Perhaps this was a testament to the useful nature of multiple blades versus one. His eyes traveled from the oil-covered hand to the other hand, where the scalpel still sat, some of Donnie's oil on the sharper edge where it had cut into his enemy's wrist. Rhycher made a sound that was part laugh, part weary sigh, and entirely maddened. He transferred this lunatic sound in Donnie's direction.
"It doesn't matter if I'm still the same. They.. they love me anyway. I don't have to hide. I… am accepted and that's enough for me."
If Rhycher noticed his legs shaking, he made no conscious indication.
"You're just.. half of a soul now. Not very useful… for being a parent, even if you have changed for them. I PITY any offspring that come from you and that monster you love."
|
|
|
Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Nov 13, 2010 15:55:06 GMT -8
⚇ Donnie had hit a nerve. A delicate, vulnerable, perfectly snared nerve. Donnie struggled to sit up as Rhycher spoke, wincing against the sharp sting of the wound on his chest and wrist: both of which were laced with the inky dribble of loosened oil. The torn ribbon was most noticed, despite it not causing him any pain. How long had he donned this particular one? Since his second death? It was yet another thing Rhycher had ruined. The tone of Rhycher's voice, the snarl, the crazed laugh, the tremble of Rhycher's legs... Donnie noted these quietly as Rhycher carried on, spouting words in his defense. How deep could a claw cut, compared to the damage a few words could commit? The power of the voice was spectacular. Donnie tipped his head to the side, not bothering to rise to his feet.
"You were lost? Is that what you tell yourself so that you can sleep at night? The only reason you didn't know Lilith was there was because you weren't around to notice her absence." Donnie blinked when Rhycher admitted to putting an end to Southern Cross. Southern Cross had brought hell down upon many dolls, and his death could be noted in Rhycher's favor. What should he do? Thank Rhycher? When Rhycher carried on, however, any and all grateful feelings dissipated. It was so much easier for Donnie to hate Rhycher than for Donnie to admire him. What was one good thing compared to all the awful crimes the other had committed? You could stand in that same spot, Donnie. You've done much worse. "That's enough for you? Well then, I suppose you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure it won't be enough for Eden or Lilith or the new baby if they get punished because of your actions, but hey, if it's enough for YOU, there should be no regrets."
"You're just.. half of a soul now. Not very useful… for being a parent, even if you have changed for them..."
Donnie choked at Rhycher's words, feeling Rhycher's own barbed words hitting a nerve. No; not just one nerve. Rhycher hit several. Donnie felt rage rise in himself - at Rhycher, at his own flaws - and raked his claws through the dirt beneath himself. Why did his soul have to be so sparking small!? Rhycher and Lilith could have as many children as they wanted but, ah, Donnie no longer had the soul to spare. If he even managed to become expectant again, it would risk the disintegration of not only his own soul... but the baby's as well. Empty. EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY!
"...I PITY any offspring that come from you and that monster you love."
... That was it. Donnie sprang to his feet, jabbing an accusing finger in Rhycher's direction and speaking in such an angered, animalistic tone it made his voice box ache. "Don't you sparking DARE call 371 a monster! That MONSTER saved your family's LIVES! Where would you have gone if 371 hadn't brought you to the Theater? YOUR FAMILY IS ALONE, RHYCHER! Aside from Lilith and Eden, who do you have? Go ahead and prod at me, I don't sparking care! 371 might be a machine, but his soul is worth a THOUSAND times more than your own disgusting essence!"
|
|
|
Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Nov 13, 2010 23:14:55 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
"Nobody ever said I slept at night! I don't need you to tell me how f*cked up I am! I know I'm alone and I know how I deserve the worst existence imaginable!"
Rhycher dropped his hands, disregarding the wounds and stooping to pick up a small rock. The fingers of his other hand clutched tightly on the handle of the scalpel, which sat forgotten for the moment. He lifted his hand in a throwing position, though it sat there for long moments as he shouted his defense. Immature? Maybe. But that was the point Rhycher had gotten to. It was something new for him, this feeling of being pushed emotionally beyond the limits of what he was used to. It was as if his mind wouldn't let him conduct scientific thinking anymore. He didn't know what to do. But he had to do something. Hence the rock.
"I know my family deserves better! What am I supposed to do, huh? Be like you?!"
He was panicking. What to do? The scientist's mind ran through all possible options, broken apart by Donnie's words and the jibes thrown back and forth over the past few minutes. It was maddening, trying frantically to grasp onto some rational thought and being kicked out of whack by his subconscious as it tried to rationalize the things he was hearing.
Thinkthinkthink ----break---- thinkthink -------break------ think -BREAK--
…………. Rhycher blinked, painfully twisted face relaxing into a confused delirium. The rock rolled out of his upheld hand and thumped to the ground with a dull echo that probably only existed in his head.
What was I doing?
The ragdoll lowered his hand and followed the oil staining the copper fingers to the wounds in his sides, finally following them to the scuffs in the dirt and to Donnie's feet. He looked up at the other ragdoll, optics showing genuine bewilderment.
They both were wounded. They both had exposed weapons. They.. had been fighting. That.. that was something he could understand, even if the origins and cause seemed like an irrelevant and distant concern.
Rhycher flourished his oil-stained hand to the side slightly, gracefully, taking a minute step towards Donnie.
"I'm sorry, I usually make it a point to deal with pleasantries first. You are..?"
|
|
|
Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Nov 15, 2010 17:55:32 GMT -8
⚇ Copper fingers drifted back to Donnie's side as Rhycher continued with his own verbal crusade. His frown only deepened, and after a moment or two of watching the sadistic scientist's face, Donnie turned his focus to the rock which could be hurled in his direction at any moment. Why was it that, in almost every accusation he pressed against Rhycher, the same crime under question could apply to himself? Rhycher had hurt others, yes, but had he ever killed anyone other than Southern Cross? The way Rhycher had stressed the word kill earlier.... previous consistent murder seemed unlikely for the gray ragdoll. Donnie couldn't say the same for himself. Remember the strings of fingers? One for each victim... and there was string after string after string....
"...I know I'm alone and I know how I deserve the worst existence imaginable!"
Donnie winced. Deserving.... if Rhycher didn't deserve his own family, Donnie was miles away from deserving anything of the sort. The comfort and warmth of a family... the gentle safely of a lover's arms... how could a serial killer psychopath ever come to be part of such a thing? Donnie... Donnie had torn hope and happiness from the bodies of forgotten dolls, and now he was living the life they would never get. Was it fitting or... wrong?
Donnie only noticed Rhycher's odd behavior when the rock slipped from the other's fingers. The clear perplexed look on his enemy's face was... disorienting. Donnie's face fell into a suspiciously confused glance, his brows arching up higher on his head. The step of Rhycher's foot, shifting the other slightly forward, made Donnie tense up and raise his claws threateningly.
"I'm sorry, I usually make it a point to deal with pleasantries first. You are..?"
... What? Donnie's brow furrowed, confusion spreading like a deadly virus. He spoke bitterly to hide the growing unease in himself, tilting his head to send Rhycher a questioning glare.
"Pleasantries? What are you playing now, Rhycher?"
|
|
|
Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Nov 16, 2010 22:41:21 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
"Playing?" Funny.
The gray ragdoll could only grin at that, taking a moment to look his enemy up and down. Who was this doll? And when did they start fighting? ….it was much easier to ask himself when than why. He was Rhycher. He was a servant of the BRAIN. He didn't have any friends. Well.. except for Noise. Where was she? That bird machine had been here a moment ago, he could've sworn..
Rhycher lifted a hand to his lips, giving off a shrill whistle that cut and echoed through the Emptiness. The ragdoll's optics narrowed a bit, moment after moment passing where the mechanical raven stayed missing. These optics lowered from the sky to regard Donnie again. This blue-ribboned doll…
…….
…triggered no conscious memory. There was a nagging, though. A nagging in the back of Rhycher's mind akin to the kind one would get when there was something there you KNOW you should be aware of, should know… something important? Maybe. Maybe not.
"I could ask you the same thing. How do you know my name?"
He didn't wait for an answer, and if it mattered to him at all at this point, it didn't show. The ragdoll took another step towards Donnie, then another, deliberately slow.
"Strange.. I was just cutting the hand off of this pretty yellow-striped doll, but I guess you'll do." He paused after this, tilting his head curiously. "Unless.. have you seen her? I'd like to finish what I started."
|
|
|
Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 20, 2010 20:27:29 GMT -8
{ 141 → Lilith }
There was something about a life. Not just life, but bringing one into the world. Sure, it was something completely different than it used to be. For Lilith as human - for Rachelle - such a predicament hadn't been at all desirable. It was a time of fear and pain and heartbreak. Those lives didn't have a chance. And each time they were snuffed out, part of her soul died too.
Even when with her first child as a doll, Lilith had been petrified. Now..now was her chance to get it right. Standing in a shaft of light in the theater, her bronze hands were delicately drawn over her slender midsection. Her optics were shut and a smidgen of a smile was on her mouth. In the bright light, you couldn't see her glow. But she certainly was aglow. It wasn't long, no. There were days to go before they would deliver her second child to its body. Again proof of the love Lilith never dreamt she would find.
Rhycher. Oh, how she loved Rhycher. It was a transforming love to be sure.
Her optics fluttered to half-lids. A little gasp left her throat and the glow pulsated. Lilith immediately did an awkward, excited twitch. Intuition. Sudden, unexpected. A boy. She knew then, it was going to be a boy.
Where was Rhycher? Lilith looked to and fro excitedly and left the room with an unbridled grin. "Rhycher~?" called his lover in a sweet, sing-song tone. "Rhycher!"
There, there he was. With..oh..Donnie. Her smile diminished. She'd thought that she'd finally been able to improve their relationship. She had, really. His behavior had been strange when he saw she was with child but...
They were both injured. Lilith felt a twinge of fear and broke into a worried trot. "What's going on?" she demanded with evident worry as she came to a stop nearest Rhycher. Something was wrong.
|
|
|
Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Nov 24, 2010 15:14:18 GMT -8
⚇ "I could ask you the same thing. How do you know my name?"
Donnie faltered at that, a look of confused desperation crossing his face. It was disconcerting: the whistling, the way Rhycher kept looking him up and down like Donnie was a particularly delicious meal the other couldn't wait to tuck into. His first thought was that Rhycher was trying to frighten him, and to some extent, it was working. "I... I..."
Anxiety frothed from his optics in a steady stream as the other sauntered toward him, truly at a loss for words. For each step the other took forward, Donnie took one back, holding out his claws more defensively than threateningly. He figured something had been sorted out in Rhycher's mind, and whatever had been holding the other back was now plunged to the back of the sadistic scientist's mind.
"Strange.. I was just cutting the hand off of this pretty yellow-striped doll, but I guess you'll do."
A cold stone dropped in Donnie's throat, horror tingling in his fingertips as his mouth gaped in shock. 49. "Wh... what?"
"Unless.. have you seen her? I'd like to finish what I started."
Donnie stood frozen to the spot, looking shaken until his gaze molded into a look of enraged disgust at the other. His hands balled into fists, his frame trembling with a burning anger that overtook his burlap form with the same intensity as an ignited flame. He stalked toward Rhycher now, his optics dark with loathing as he clicking his claws menacingly. "You... you sparking HURT HER!? AGAIN? AFTER EVERYTHING SHE'S BEEN THROUGH!!! And you... you accuse me of hiding... when THIS is what you've been doing!? YOU BASTARD, WHERE THE SPARK IS SHE--?"
"What's going on?"
Donnie had been on the verge of flinging himself at Rhycher in a wild rush of wrath, but stopped short at the sound of Lilith's voice. His claws continued to ache in their sheaths, wanting so much to bury themselves into the soft polyester of Rhycher's head. The expression of disgust didn't leave Donnie's face as he snapped his head in Lilith's direction, hissing out in a state of intense rage. "And I suppose you're in on this? Going after 49... and to THINK that I tried to convince Ven otherwise about you. He has every right to drive your family from the Theater!"
|
|
|
Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Nov 29, 2010 7:18:24 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
"Again?"
Rhycher blinked, pausing in his stalking, slow steps, and quietly allowed Donnie to finish his outraged shouting. During this period he made no response, but it wasn't because his mind had told him something was wrong. No, not this time. Everything was right. It's okay. No, instead of this, he was just observing.
The confusion that seemed to be coming off of this maroon doll in waves was so.. curious. His own confusion about the situation was masked and buried behind a brick wall of carelessness. This is how the true Rhycher always was - relaxed, smooth, charming at times.. almost fun-loving, if his most common activity weren't separating limbs from their owners. This attitude was evident in his posture, which, though he was wounded, was kept loose and light-stepped. He was ready to do what he was born to do, even back then.. learn. At this doll's - and other doll's - expenses.
"What's going on?"
Rhycher immediately shifted his weight, backing up many steps and lifting his blade slightly. He turned so that he could place both the first doll and this... newcomer in his view. Only a stupid hunter would let unknown people out of its sight. As Donnie turned his verbal attack on the dark-gray female doll, Rhycher considered them both. They apparently knew each other.
Was he in trouble? One against one wasn't all that big of a deal, but two against one....
Rhycher flicked his optics between Lilith and Donnie, weapon pointed between them so he could choose its direction as he needed to.
"I think you're mistaken, sir. But I'm glad you know her."
The ragdoll tried not to think about the uncomfortable, imposing, fluttering feeling of blank recognition that had flared up at the female doll's appearance. This one was even stronger than the one he'd felt when Donnie had been his only focus. Why was it important to remember this doll? Why was it important to remember either of them? He'd never met either of them! Ever! They were strangers! Yet somehow they warranted something.. something hidden.
Maybe...
Rhycher turned his attention to Lilith, his own behavior strangely calm, but easily so thanks to Donnie's venomous hatred seething through the air between the three of them. "Awh, I feel left out. How is it that I always get invited to parties where I don't know anyone?"
|
|
|
Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 29, 2010 11:59:43 GMT -8
{ 141 → Lilith }
Lilith's face fell. There was no spark of recognition, nothing, in Rhycher's optics. He didn't light up, or otherwise show that he presence bore and significance to him. A twisted knot of anxiety formed in Lilith's soul. Did..did he not remember her? What had Donnie done to him?
Then Donnie yelled. "And I suppose you're in on this? Going after 49... and to THINK that I tried to convince Ven otherwise about you. He has every right to drive your family from the Theater!"
What? WHAT? Lilith's expression changed from hurt to flustered instantly. "What..WHAT THE SPARK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I haven't seen that little striped stitch in ages! And the last time I even TALKED about her was to her sparkin' lover and that was me giving ADVICE. GOOD ADVICE AT THAT.
She jammed her index finger in his direction and hissed venomously. "Don't you DARE sparking yell at me, Donnie. I haven't hurt anyone who hasn't posed a threat to our.." her optics flickered very clearly to Rhycher, "..family in a long time.
Rhycher turned to her, calm and collected like he once was a long, long time ago. He had that cold, calculating and confident demeanor that made her fall for him in the first place. When he open his mouth, then, it was confirmed for her that her love no longer remembered her. Only 49. Lilith felt an anger, a jealousy, burn in her soul, but she stifled it and looked at Rhycher with disheartened appeal. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe it was a game. "Rhycher..something's wrong with you. It's me..Lilith. If..if this is a game, stop. You're scaring me."
|
|
|
Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Dec 2, 2010 17:38:28 GMT -8
⚇ You won, Donnie.
"I think you're mistaken, sir. What..WHAT THE SPARK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I'm glad you know her. I haven't seen that little striped stitch in ages! How do you know my name? Don't you DARE sparking yell at me, Donnie. Awh, I feel left out. Rhycher..something's wrong with you. How is it that I always get invited to parties where I don't know anyone? It's me..Lilith. If..if this is a game, stop. You're scaring me."
What have you done? It was all just... noise. Game. Gamegamegamegamegamegamegamegame.. And as it continued on, as fingers were pointed and questions were tossed carelessly into the air like a bird with broken wings, the cold breath of reality invaded Donnie's shaky act of inhalation. He took a small step away from both Lilith and Rhycher, his gaze clouded with bewildered guilt that quickly extinguished his previous rage. It was like being knocked from a burning ship and hitting the icy water of the churning ocean below. What have you done? His claws had retreated back into his hands, as if they were trying to hide from the part they had to play in all of this, and Donnie cupped his hands against the sides of his head. What.... what had happened? They'd been fighting... only fighting and... and he hadn't struck Rhycher's head. It must have been the words... those vile, disgusting, sinister words he'd uttered. And now Rhycher had forgotten. He'd forgotten his mate,
his daughter,
and his unborn child.
What have you done? Donnie shook his head, glancing from Rhycher to Lilith and back again. Was this better than killing Rhycher or... worse? Would you rather have your beloved die and remember you, or live and forget you?
YOU WON! YOU WON! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE~?!
"I DON'T KNOW!" Donnie wailed out, taking a few more steps away from the two stormcloud-colored dolls whose lives he had come to ruin only one time more. "I don't... know... I don't..."
I'm sorry..
|
|
|
Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Dec 6, 2010 6:57:34 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
The floating, distant feelings and the shouting and the pleading.. it was all too much. They bombarded Rhycher's head without pause, coming from one source or another, and it was the easiest thing in the world to focus on something that gave his mind nothing but clarity, cold calculations, science, the exact meanings of everything instead of what it could translate to.. oh, how easy! This stuff was annoying! These voices finding the ragdoll's hidden ears were unnecessary! Not only did they cause confusion, they spurred on his excitement. Make mistakes when excited.
But sometimes that's the best way to go, and especially now, when apparently things could break out into a three-way-fight. The copper-framed ragdoll came to the obvious conclusion that these two - the blue-ribbon-wearing scientific interest and the... admittedly attractive darker-clothed female - were not companions.
But the facts.. yes. Donnie was already injured. He himself was injured. A new player had joined the fray. Rhycher pivoted on his feet, keeping Donnie in his peripheral vision, and focused on Lilith. She wasn't tired from a fight that one of the participants couldn't remember. She wasn't wounded. She was the bigger threat. He eyed her with apprehension, blade held out as he considered her and how to best proceed with--
"I DON'T KNOW!"
The maroon-fabriced ragdoll began to back away and this action toyed with the ON switch in Rhycher's newly-predatory mind. The gray doll's optics flickered back to his initial enemy and his focus flew quickly after. If he could pull this off, they would both be good prizes.. and of course, once he'd separated one of each pair of limbs.. hmm.. and perhaps the voice box, too.. the BRAIN could have the rest. He felt a grin climb onto his face in sly amusement. He'd always gotten to keep his spoils.
Rhycher chuckled, his hand putting pressure on the oiling wound in his side before he removed it, holding it up with inspection. He grinned past his fingers to watch Donnie, optics flicking back to Lilith once every few moments to keep tabs on her.
"I suggest you find out. It's kind of dangerous out here--"
--the doll lunged forward, unable to help himself after the prey had begun to back away, to run, to flee.. what else could he do but give chase? It was the natural, obvious action. The scalpel in his hand was driven forward again in a straight lunge, focused on Donnie's center of gravity.
|
|
|
Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Dec 6, 2010 9:31:10 GMT -8
{ 141 → Lilith }
Lilith felt cold when Rhycher focused on her. It was more than mere nonrecognition now, it was predatory. He was sizing her up. It lit a fear in her, because she knew what her lover was capable of more than most, but it lit something else. An anger, yes. But beyond that, the maternal instinct to protect the life inside her, even if it meant fighting its father.
Her optics flickered to Donnie when he shouted, clearly dealing with an inner tumult. She was furious with him, she hated him then. That old hate. But the new part of her still shouting back, telling her no..no, don't hate him. But then, she hated Don, too. Even after he helped rescue her from the Fabrication Machine. He turned right around and tried to kill her daughter. Lilith had managed to try to form a bond with Donnie, even after he killed Rhycher. Even after everything. But now..
Now he'd managed to ruin her life again.
She watched as Rhycher sprung to attack Donnie. She watched.
And her reaction was pure impulse. No time to think. If she'd had time to think, she was sure she wouldn't have sprung between Donnie and Rhycher, simultaneously flicking her blades out to brace and stop Rhycher's scalpel. Lilith leaned forward to push at him, leaving her face close to his. "STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT NOW SO HELP ME, RHYCHER." She tried to sound commanding, and firm. But halfway into her shout, her voice crumbled into a sob.
The fire in her optics darkened, and she paused only to regain her composure enough to hiss at Rhycher. "I'm your mate, Rhycher. I love you. Stop this."
"Donnie." She said a little louder without looking away from Rhycher. "Don't hurt him." Any more than you already have.
|
|