badcompany_muse October Prompt [037] Wrath
Claire was working silently, studying blue prints for the next mission when a young blond man came rushing into the room. He rushed to her side, bypassing anyone else in the room and going straight to her side. Bending his head down, he started to whisper softly in her ear and then quickly straightened as her head snapped up. He watched the color drain from her face before her eyes went cold, quickly showing no emotion even as her hands curled tightly around the edges of the desk that she was standing at. It was impossible to read her in that moment, at least to most but he recognized what was going on. He stepped back quietly, wanting to touch her arm but she was already turning away, her boots clipping against the floor as she stalked out of the room.
She was still fighting back the urge to be sick as she walked into the apartment moments later, peeling off her shirt and stalking into the bedroom. She had been in a shirt and jeans but they wouldn't be right, they wouldn't work right now. Instead she pulled on her usual "work" outfit, choosing a pair of black slacks that molded to her frame, a fitted black top and then her leather jacket that zipped high up on her neck. It helped her to feel covered, helped her to feel strong and in charge. Grabbing the brush from the dresser, she started pushing it through her hair almost painfully but she didn't feel it as she combed her hair and pulled it back into a tight ponytail. Pulling open the top drawer of the dress after slamming her brush down, she pulled out her gun and then another magazine before walking out.
As she climbed into her SUV, she took out her phone and looked at it for a moment before turning it off. She knew it would freak Hiro out but she needed to be focused and she didn't want to be stopped. Or to have him go off. She needed to handle this herself. It would take her a day to get to the location she needed to get to and she knew that was the longest she had been out of touch with Hiro or Peter but they would understand in the end. They would have to, she thought as she tossed the silent phone onto the passenger seat and put the vehicle into drive before peeling away from their home.
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Dr. Lucas Allan, seemingly harmless man, whistled softly as he stood in the bathroom of his log cabin that was tucked away in the middle of nowhere. It was his little gem, his paradise and payment for his long years of work. It had been his gift after barely escaping Raleigh alive. Leaning over the bath tub, he twisted the nozzles to turn off the rushing water and then straightened as he reached for the belt of his robe to open it up. That's when he glanced sideways, catching sight of the brunette standing behind him. His breath caught as he whirled around to face her, his eyes widening as he looked at her and realized who it was.
Her blond hair was gone and now in it's place were long dark strands pulled into a tight ponytail. Her green eyes were colder, darker as well somehow and her features seemed older even if she was still untouched by age. The last time he had seen her, she had been in white thin pants and a tank top that had been given to her after they captured her. He couldn't see her skin but he knew it was unmarred, smooth and perfect like sun kissed cream. He had always loved to touch her even as he worked to make her speak when Parkman was busy with something else and after they gave up trying to take things from her mind. She was lovely and curvy, perfect and young. Exactly what he had always enjoyed but there had been strict instructions not to take his game too far. Still, he had always liked to touch her.
"Claire...." He started, his mouth starting to curve a bit, "You changed your hair." He wasn't sure if he liked it, it worked for her but he liked her blond curls. A crude thought came to his mind but the laughter died before it started when she brought the gun up. He blinked, his blood running a bit cold. "So is that what you're here for? To kill me?" He asked with a false bravado as he smirked to hide his fear.
"I thought about doing what you had done to me." Her voice was hoarse, belying the calmness with which she spoke as she tightened her fingers around her gun, "But I realized you'd probably get off on it just as much you did back then."
He chuckled, his tongue wetting his lips as he let his eyes drop for a moment and then he looked back at her features, "It could be fun. Why don't you put down the gun, Claire and we can talk. About whatever you want."
"I'm not interested in talking, you sick fuck." She growled, stepping closer to him, "I've been looking for you ever since I got away from Raleigh but they hid you good. Just not good enough."
"I got to retire after that, barely got away. They gave me this lovely little place, out in the middle of nowhere. We could spend some time here together, no one would have to find you or no." Then his voice dropped, "Remember the time we spent together, Claire? I know you liked it, the things I did. No one could touch you like I could, I know how to make you feel things. I know...."
The gunshots filled the cabin, cutting off his cruel words as she watched his body jerk with the impact of the bullets slamming into his chest. She watched as he stumbled back a little, a stunned expression on his face as he teetered for a moment and then fell back into the bath tub. The water and the bubbles started to turn red with the blood pumping from the wounds as she moved forward, watching him struggle to breath as he looked up at her and she could see the light in his eyes fading.
Leaning forward, she narrowed her eyes, "You're never going to touch me again." She hissed softly, then aimed the gun at his head and fired once more. She watched the blood spray over the white tile and the wall, the red flecked with gray brain matter as he slipped down into the water that would be his final resting place. She looked at him for a moment longer before turning away, her boots clipping against the floor as she walked out of the room.
Once outside, she gulped in deep breaths of air as she tried to tell herself she felt better after what he had done to her. Moving to her SUV, she opened the door and put the gun on the driver's seat before picking up her phone. Turning it on, she dialed Hiro's number and wasn't surprised when he picked it up on the first ring. Turning, she closed her eyes as she leaned back against the vehicle and pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't say hi and she didn't tell him what she had done. She merely told him where she was and then hung up, tossing the phone aside.
Then she closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she thought about it. Now all she had left was Parkman and one day he too would face her wrath.
WC: 1293
She was still fighting back the urge to be sick as she walked into the apartment moments later, peeling off her shirt and stalking into the bedroom. She had been in a shirt and jeans but they wouldn't be right, they wouldn't work right now. Instead she pulled on her usual "work" outfit, choosing a pair of black slacks that molded to her frame, a fitted black top and then her leather jacket that zipped high up on her neck. It helped her to feel covered, helped her to feel strong and in charge. Grabbing the brush from the dresser, she started pushing it through her hair almost painfully but she didn't feel it as she combed her hair and pulled it back into a tight ponytail. Pulling open the top drawer of the dress after slamming her brush down, she pulled out her gun and then another magazine before walking out.
As she climbed into her SUV, she took out her phone and looked at it for a moment before turning it off. She knew it would freak Hiro out but she needed to be focused and she didn't want to be stopped. Or to have him go off. She needed to handle this herself. It would take her a day to get to the location she needed to get to and she knew that was the longest she had been out of touch with Hiro or Peter but they would understand in the end. They would have to, she thought as she tossed the silent phone onto the passenger seat and put the vehicle into drive before peeling away from their home.
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Dr. Lucas Allan, seemingly harmless man, whistled softly as he stood in the bathroom of his log cabin that was tucked away in the middle of nowhere. It was his little gem, his paradise and payment for his long years of work. It had been his gift after barely escaping Raleigh alive. Leaning over the bath tub, he twisted the nozzles to turn off the rushing water and then straightened as he reached for the belt of his robe to open it up. That's when he glanced sideways, catching sight of the brunette standing behind him. His breath caught as he whirled around to face her, his eyes widening as he looked at her and realized who it was.
Her blond hair was gone and now in it's place were long dark strands pulled into a tight ponytail. Her green eyes were colder, darker as well somehow and her features seemed older even if she was still untouched by age. The last time he had seen her, she had been in white thin pants and a tank top that had been given to her after they captured her. He couldn't see her skin but he knew it was unmarred, smooth and perfect like sun kissed cream. He had always loved to touch her even as he worked to make her speak when Parkman was busy with something else and after they gave up trying to take things from her mind. She was lovely and curvy, perfect and young. Exactly what he had always enjoyed but there had been strict instructions not to take his game too far. Still, he had always liked to touch her.
"Claire...." He started, his mouth starting to curve a bit, "You changed your hair." He wasn't sure if he liked it, it worked for her but he liked her blond curls. A crude thought came to his mind but the laughter died before it started when she brought the gun up. He blinked, his blood running a bit cold. "So is that what you're here for? To kill me?" He asked with a false bravado as he smirked to hide his fear.
"I thought about doing what you had done to me." Her voice was hoarse, belying the calmness with which she spoke as she tightened her fingers around her gun, "But I realized you'd probably get off on it just as much you did back then."
He chuckled, his tongue wetting his lips as he let his eyes drop for a moment and then he looked back at her features, "It could be fun. Why don't you put down the gun, Claire and we can talk. About whatever you want."
"I'm not interested in talking, you sick fuck." She growled, stepping closer to him, "I've been looking for you ever since I got away from Raleigh but they hid you good. Just not good enough."
"I got to retire after that, barely got away. They gave me this lovely little place, out in the middle of nowhere. We could spend some time here together, no one would have to find you or no." Then his voice dropped, "Remember the time we spent together, Claire? I know you liked it, the things I did. No one could touch you like I could, I know how to make you feel things. I know...."
The gunshots filled the cabin, cutting off his cruel words as she watched his body jerk with the impact of the bullets slamming into his chest. She watched as he stumbled back a little, a stunned expression on his face as he teetered for a moment and then fell back into the bath tub. The water and the bubbles started to turn red with the blood pumping from the wounds as she moved forward, watching him struggle to breath as he looked up at her and she could see the light in his eyes fading.
Leaning forward, she narrowed her eyes, "You're never going to touch me again." She hissed softly, then aimed the gun at his head and fired once more. She watched the blood spray over the white tile and the wall, the red flecked with gray brain matter as he slipped down into the water that would be his final resting place. She looked at him for a moment longer before turning away, her boots clipping against the floor as she walked out of the room.
Once outside, she gulped in deep breaths of air as she tried to tell herself she felt better after what he had done to her. Moving to her SUV, she opened the door and put the gun on the driver's seat before picking up her phone. Turning it on, she dialed Hiro's number and wasn't surprised when he picked it up on the first ring. Turning, she closed her eyes as she leaned back against the vehicle and pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't say hi and she didn't tell him what she had done. She merely told him where she was and then hung up, tossing the phone aside.
Then she closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she thought about it. Now all she had left was Parkman and one day he too would face her wrath.
WC: 1293