Fic: "Shadows Over Mars"- Chapter 3
Title: "Shadows Over Mars"
Summary: Good things can't stay good forever. Even the most tenuous of grips on normalcy can be weakened. (Sequel Fic to "Life In Slow Motion"- Read It Here :http://jack-frosty.livejournal.com/1692.html)
Characters: Obscurus Lupa, MarzGurl, more (but it's a surprise...)
Warning: Rated NC-17 for angst, violence, and some sexual content
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, the characters they portray or any other trademark properties therein.
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Chapter 3- The Devil You Know
"Lupa, I'm telling you, I don't think this is a good idea." Marzgurl's voice was strained, partially through panic, and, Lupa assumed, partially because she was in a hurry. "Todd was The Chick's boyfriend. And, well, you kinda had him put away."
Lupa sat on her bed, cross-legged, The Chick would be arriving in a few hours. "Todd deserved what he got, Marz. You know that." Lupa sighed, a heavy angered sigh. Defeated.
"Well, " Marzgurl started, stopping momentarily, her voice being drowned out by a rustling of luggage and some muffled conversations, "well, I just hope she realizes that."
"Everything's going to be fine."
More rustling, the sounds of a busy airport hissed and murmured through Lupa's phone; "I sure hope so, sweetie."
A few seconds later the call was dropped.
Four hours. Four hours until The Chick arrived. The late October night was a clear one. Cold, but clear. The first clear night Lupa could remember. Shivering slightly Lupa pulled a blanket over her shoulders. Her tiny, cramped single bed felt positively empty without Marzgurl in it with her.
"Chick, you better not try anything crazy..."
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The night air was cold, stiflingly so. A perfect night for a quiet night in. But, the anger burned inside of him, spurned on by chance, opportunity, and sheer blind rage. The wind swept the outside world, but as he drove, pulling the black hood down over his head, gripping the wheel tight with black gloved hands, he let the rage festering inside of him warm his body and poison his mind. Screeching forward down the interstate, signs barely illuminated by tiny lights in the deep blackness, the rain pouring from the sky like weeping angel's
tears, he shed a single tear, it dripped out the bottom of the black mask he also wore, not for what was to be done, but for what had been done to him.
It was a long, long way to Texas.
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Marzgurl shifted uncomfortably in her seat, despite the relative "comfort" of having no seat mate, she couldn't seem to calm herself. All she could think about was Lupa. Her mind screamed contradictions at her at the very passing thought of the redhead; lust, love, passion, respect, admiration, jealousy, and an overwhelming desire to just be with her. Not for the pure physical pleasure, but because it felt right. Marzgurl absent-mindedly sipped her Cola. No rum. Just Cola. After her "escapade" with Jesu Otaku, she'd once again sworn off alcohol. It was, she felt, a good preventative decision; who knows what she'd do to Lupa, confused as she was, with her judgment clouded by anything else other than her own mind?
So, the flight went on, like dozens before it. Marzgurl had decided on a couple days in Texas, just enough time to get her stuff and get back to Arizona. To Lupa. To mitigate any problems with The Nostalgia Chick. Most importantly, to protect the redhead. The Chick was tricky. Mean spirited and cunning.
"She's planning something." Marzgurl stated under her breath, fidgeting in her seat. "I just hope I'm back in time to see things through."
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Four hours and forty-five minutes. Lupa counted the seconds as time ticked passed, until finally The Chick had shown up.
"Nice place." The Chick stated blankly as Lupa answered her ringing door. "Mind if I come in?"
Lupa stared, bleary-eyed from her nap. "Yeah, of course."
Her hands in the pockets of her hipster-inspired skinny jeans, and a "Doctor Who" T-shirt adorning her geek-chic ensemble, The Chick looked like something out of an ad for an online T-Shirt store as she strolled
inside.
As she slipped her shoes off at the door, Lupa couldn't help but notice The Chick's bare feet as she walked further inside.
"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" Lupa asked blithely. She knew.
Sitting down on Lupa's couch The Chick chided, in an arrogant but amused tone, "I think you know."
"Todd?"
The Chick, without answering, pulled a textbook from the tiny backpack she'd brought with her. "Read this." she stated as she shuffled pages. "It explains everything."
"I need a drink. Want some wine?" Lupa asked politely. Awkwardly.
"Yeah. I'll take some. After that flight I could use a drink."
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The conversation was awkward. By anyone's standards a conversation about self-defense murders, sex for pay, and video voyeurism would be awkward. But for Lupa it was especially weird. Sipping her red wine and checking the clock she listened. Listened as The Chick rambled on about mental disorders and court cases. Procedures and injunctions. Precedents and appeals. Yawning as The Chick flipped another page she finally stated; "Okay, I get it. Todd was crazy. But he still tried to kill me. And I'm not budging on the issue."
The Chick sighed and unexpectedly turned, facing Lupa on the tiny couch, her bare toes digging into the leg of Lupa's loose sweatpants. "Come on Lupa," The Chick plead before pausing, "With the right medicine and supervision Todd can be rehabilitated. I can make him okay."
An awkward, thin smile parted The Chick's lips.
"No." Lupa stated emphatically.
"Then I guess I just wasted your time."
The Chick awkwardly scooted over, positioning her legs over Lupa's thighs, nearly sitting in her lap. She kissed the redhead, a deep, passionate, open-mouthed, lustful kiss and followed by biting Lupa's bottom lip lightly. "Isn't there some other way I can convince you?"
Lupa stroked the sole of one of The Chick's feet lightly. "There's one way I can think of."
"How?" The Chick asked, giggling as the redhead tickled her arches.
Lupa shoved The Chick's legs off of her thighs and lifted hers over The Chick's in an awkward, drunken motion. "I could really use a foot rub. And when you're done I've got some oil that Hagan left behind when she was here. I didn't want to ask Marzgurl to do it, but, if you're willing."
"Will you think about what I said?"
"I just need some release. Maybe then I'll think clearer." Lupa responded. The Chick was already awkwardly groping and massaging her left foot.
"Fine. You're lucky. I won't even do this for Nella..." The Chick stated, laughing awkwardly.
Kissing Lupa's foot lightly as she massaged it, The Chick would only smile on the inside, Lupa, that stupid cunt, had fallen right into her trap.
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Stomping quickly up the stairs Marzgurl threw her apartment lights on. The whole place, from kitchenette to her own bedroom was a disheveled mess.
"Fucking guys." Marzgurl sighed to herself.
She'd planned on two, but the landlord had cut her down to one. One day to box up and ship a lifetime's worth of property across the country. Sighing again, Marzgurl shoved a heavy, already packed, moving box in front of her door to secure it open.
"Well, at least that idiot did something right."
She didn't see the figure strolling up the front walk of her individual complex making a beeline for the propped open front door.
Distracted with pulling assorted knick-knacks off her shelf, she didn't feel the punch barreling toward the back of her head until it was too late.
Barely clinging to consciousness she looked up at her attacker. The black masked specter of death stared down at her, and lifted a boot to bring down on her face.
"Todd?"
Summary: Good things can't stay good forever. Even the most tenuous of grips on normalcy can be weakened. (Sequel Fic to "Life In Slow Motion"- Read It Here :http://jack-frosty.livejournal.com/1692.html)
Characters: Obscurus Lupa, MarzGurl, more (but it's a surprise...)
Warning: Rated NC-17 for angst, violence, and some sexual content
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, the characters they portray or any other trademark properties therein.
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Chapter 3- The Devil You Know
"Lupa, I'm telling you, I don't think this is a good idea." Marzgurl's voice was strained, partially through panic, and, Lupa assumed, partially because she was in a hurry. "Todd was The Chick's boyfriend. And, well, you kinda had him put away."
Lupa sat on her bed, cross-legged, The Chick would be arriving in a few hours. "Todd deserved what he got, Marz. You know that." Lupa sighed, a heavy angered sigh. Defeated.
"Well, " Marzgurl started, stopping momentarily, her voice being drowned out by a rustling of luggage and some muffled conversations, "well, I just hope she realizes that."
"Everything's going to be fine."
More rustling, the sounds of a busy airport hissed and murmured through Lupa's phone; "I sure hope so, sweetie."
A few seconds later the call was dropped.
Four hours. Four hours until The Chick arrived. The late October night was a clear one. Cold, but clear. The first clear night Lupa could remember. Shivering slightly Lupa pulled a blanket over her shoulders. Her tiny, cramped single bed felt positively empty without Marzgurl in it with her.
"Chick, you better not try anything crazy..."
----------
The night air was cold, stiflingly so. A perfect night for a quiet night in. But, the anger burned inside of him, spurned on by chance, opportunity, and sheer blind rage. The wind swept the outside world, but as he drove, pulling the black hood down over his head, gripping the wheel tight with black gloved hands, he let the rage festering inside of him warm his body and poison his mind. Screeching forward down the interstate, signs barely illuminated by tiny lights in the deep blackness, the rain pouring from the sky like weeping angel's
tears, he shed a single tear, it dripped out the bottom of the black mask he also wore, not for what was to be done, but for what had been done to him.
It was a long, long way to Texas.
----------
Marzgurl shifted uncomfortably in her seat, despite the relative "comfort" of having no seat mate, she couldn't seem to calm herself. All she could think about was Lupa. Her mind screamed contradictions at her at the very passing thought of the redhead; lust, love, passion, respect, admiration, jealousy, and an overwhelming desire to just be with her. Not for the pure physical pleasure, but because it felt right. Marzgurl absent-mindedly sipped her Cola. No rum. Just Cola. After her "escapade" with Jesu Otaku, she'd once again sworn off alcohol. It was, she felt, a good preventative decision; who knows what she'd do to Lupa, confused as she was, with her judgment clouded by anything else other than her own mind?
So, the flight went on, like dozens before it. Marzgurl had decided on a couple days in Texas, just enough time to get her stuff and get back to Arizona. To Lupa. To mitigate any problems with The Nostalgia Chick. Most importantly, to protect the redhead. The Chick was tricky. Mean spirited and cunning.
"She's planning something." Marzgurl stated under her breath, fidgeting in her seat. "I just hope I'm back in time to see things through."
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Four hours and forty-five minutes. Lupa counted the seconds as time ticked passed, until finally The Chick had shown up.
"Nice place." The Chick stated blankly as Lupa answered her ringing door. "Mind if I come in?"
Lupa stared, bleary-eyed from her nap. "Yeah, of course."
Her hands in the pockets of her hipster-inspired skinny jeans, and a "Doctor Who" T-shirt adorning her geek-chic ensemble, The Chick looked like something out of an ad for an online T-Shirt store as she strolled
inside.
As she slipped her shoes off at the door, Lupa couldn't help but notice The Chick's bare feet as she walked further inside.
"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" Lupa asked blithely. She knew.
Sitting down on Lupa's couch The Chick chided, in an arrogant but amused tone, "I think you know."
"Todd?"
The Chick, without answering, pulled a textbook from the tiny backpack she'd brought with her. "Read this." she stated as she shuffled pages. "It explains everything."
"I need a drink. Want some wine?" Lupa asked politely. Awkwardly.
"Yeah. I'll take some. After that flight I could use a drink."
------------
The conversation was awkward. By anyone's standards a conversation about self-defense murders, sex for pay, and video voyeurism would be awkward. But for Lupa it was especially weird. Sipping her red wine and checking the clock she listened. Listened as The Chick rambled on about mental disorders and court cases. Procedures and injunctions. Precedents and appeals. Yawning as The Chick flipped another page she finally stated; "Okay, I get it. Todd was crazy. But he still tried to kill me. And I'm not budging on the issue."
The Chick sighed and unexpectedly turned, facing Lupa on the tiny couch, her bare toes digging into the leg of Lupa's loose sweatpants. "Come on Lupa," The Chick plead before pausing, "With the right medicine and supervision Todd can be rehabilitated. I can make him okay."
An awkward, thin smile parted The Chick's lips.
"No." Lupa stated emphatically.
"Then I guess I just wasted your time."
The Chick awkwardly scooted over, positioning her legs over Lupa's thighs, nearly sitting in her lap. She kissed the redhead, a deep, passionate, open-mouthed, lustful kiss and followed by biting Lupa's bottom lip lightly. "Isn't there some other way I can convince you?"
Lupa stroked the sole of one of The Chick's feet lightly. "There's one way I can think of."
"How?" The Chick asked, giggling as the redhead tickled her arches.
Lupa shoved The Chick's legs off of her thighs and lifted hers over The Chick's in an awkward, drunken motion. "I could really use a foot rub. And when you're done I've got some oil that Hagan left behind when she was here. I didn't want to ask Marzgurl to do it, but, if you're willing."
"Will you think about what I said?"
"I just need some release. Maybe then I'll think clearer." Lupa responded. The Chick was already awkwardly groping and massaging her left foot.
"Fine. You're lucky. I won't even do this for Nella..." The Chick stated, laughing awkwardly.
Kissing Lupa's foot lightly as she massaged it, The Chick would only smile on the inside, Lupa, that stupid cunt, had fallen right into her trap.
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Stomping quickly up the stairs Marzgurl threw her apartment lights on. The whole place, from kitchenette to her own bedroom was a disheveled mess.
"Fucking guys." Marzgurl sighed to herself.
She'd planned on two, but the landlord had cut her down to one. One day to box up and ship a lifetime's worth of property across the country. Sighing again, Marzgurl shoved a heavy, already packed, moving box in front of her door to secure it open.
"Well, at least that idiot did something right."
She didn't see the figure strolling up the front walk of her individual complex making a beeline for the propped open front door.
Distracted with pulling assorted knick-knacks off her shelf, she didn't feel the punch barreling toward the back of her head until it was too late.
Barely clinging to consciousness she looked up at her attacker. The black masked specter of death stared down at her, and lifted a boot to bring down on her face.
"Todd?"