29 Chimera Court, Thursday Evening
She'd been watching. Waiting a long time for this.
Oh, baby. Stretching on the bed, she felt a shiver of anticipation running down her spine like a fine blade.
Mary was going to make it all better now.
When Wade got home from handwavily being at the Perk and found the house dark, it caused him to pause. (Weird.)
But he shrugged and went on in. As this clearly wasn't a horror movie.
He tugged off his mask, heading upstairs to change into some nice comfy pajamas, which his costume totally wasn't. "'Raaaashi! I'm ho~ome!" Wade called out, looking around the upstairs hallway before opening the door.
Throwing her hair over her shoulder, Mary smiled a razor-tipped grin. "Honey's not home, lover," she spoke, her voice low and tainted, "But little old Mary is lonely for some love and bloodshed."
"Mary!" Wade wasn't going to lie and say that wasn't a very nice picture laying on his bed. Nice in the same way a live grenade was. The aftermath just wasn't as pretty. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Mmmmmm." She stretched over the bed like a cat, tilting her hips upwards. "Asking all the wrong questions." Mary bent forwards. "I'm bringing home the disease," she whispered.
He shook his head, backing away. "No, Mary! I've got a good thing here!"
"They made you all sane, baby." She licked her lips enticingly. "Killer instincts all snowed under. Neutered, left to rot." Mary smirked like a hungry shark, homing in on her target. Moving to the edge of the bed, sitting. Stretching. Holding the knife behind her back. "Hero."
The flinch that word elicited couldn't be prevented. Not when it was her saying it. "You're wrong."
"But I'm a good kinda wrong, hero," she purred, "Just like you."
"Stop it, Mary," Wade ground out, reaching for a knife himself. This couldn't end well. God he hoped Arashi wasn't going to come home and see this.
It looked... less than good.
She grinned a Cheshire grin, flicking her knife from side to side suddenly. "Don't worry, lover," Mary said, keeping her eyes on Wade all the while, "Your boys won't confuse you no more."
"Boys?" People might think he was dumb, but there was no way he'd not figure that one out.
Eye's widening in realization, Wade rushed forward to grab her hair. "What did you do with Arashi?!"
Nate knew her. He should be able to handle himself. Right?
(Crap.)
Oh, pretty pretty pain. She smiled into his grip, slipping her knife neatly under his ribs, into his side. "Oooh, yeah," Mary purred, "Hurt me, baby."
She grinned bigger. "Don't your instincts tell you, hero?"
Wade didn't even wince. He was much too pissed for that.
He yanked hard on her hair, tugging her head back to put the knife against her throat. "Where are they?!"
"Mmmm, yeah," she drawled, pulling the knife down. "Cable gave me some pretty scars," Mary whispered, enjoying the feel of it. "Would you like to touch them, baby? You're looking so... heroic."
That word. That god damn word.
It was harder to fight the old urges around her. Harder, but not impossible. "I'm gonna ask one more time before I get violent, Mary. I'll even ask nice and slow. Where. The hell. Are. THEY?" He punctuated it with a sharp yank of her head down onto the bed.
"Or would you like blondie's better?" She gasped against the knife, "Such a pretty, pretty boy. You just want to love him to pieces."
He hissed, letting go of her hair to close his hand around her throat. "If you touched him, I'll put you in more pain than you can imagine," Wade whispered, leaning in close.
"That's my boy," Mary choked through the hold, "All knifed up and ready to go." She flung her legs across his side, one dangling over her blade as it slid ever closer down.
He flinched finally, from the touch more than the knife in his side. "Not with you. Never with you."
She giggled madly. "You say that," Mary whispered, "But underneath that good boy shell," she stabbed in deep, "You're mine, lover. Just look at you now..."
He let go of her throat, eyes wide. "No. It's not... it's different."
She smiled like a razor again, letting go of the knife and darting forward, flinging her arms around his neck. "Mmmm," Mary said, tilting her head to show where Wade's blade had drawn blood, "I'm not sure Cable would agree..."
The surge of anger when she said his name was almost a surprise to Wade. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about," He replied, grabbing her leg to pull her off.
One leg off, but her arms still around his neck - Mary leaned closer towards him, whispering, "I've seen him fight." She licked at Wade's ear. "How about you and me... slit his hypocritical throat... hero."
Wade snarled, pulling back and pushing her down on the bed hard. "Leave me alone, Mary. Whoever you think is here for you, died years ago. I'm not him anymore."
"You're just confused again," she cooed, smiling dangerously into the violence, "Let Mary help you..."
He backhanded her and god did it feel good. He wasn't a saint, damn it.
"Where are they?"
"Hit me, pretty baby," Mary gasped, her head curling back into the sheets. Her spine bending her up. "Pretty pretty pretty killer."
Wade stumbled back away from the bed. "I'm not!" Not anymore. He was- (Not a hero, never a hero) -something else now. He just didn't know what.
She lurched forwards on the bed, a wild light in her eyes. "Because of Arashi," she laughed, the name rolling like daggers from her mouth, "Because of Nathan? I'm starting to think I've got the wrong parts now, lover..."
She snapped her knife from the floor suddenly, charging at him. "Don't worry, baby. I can get some," she giggled. "In a bag..."
Wade moved automatically, grabbing her wrist and twisting until her arm was trapped behind her back. "Where are they?" He twisted the arm tighter. "I'll break it."
"Now that's a secret, baby," she laughed, "Gonna beat it out of me?"
"You'd like it too much," Wade replied, disgust evident in his voice. She wanted the old him, the one who was more easily swayed into what she craved. "Bodyslide by two."
He disappeared.
And reappeared only a few feet away, looking confused.
"I've been paying attention, babe."
Hiding the knife behind her back, playing innocent like a school girl - like a mockery. "So pretty to watch that metal eat and eat..."
"You psychotic bitch." Wade crossed the room in a heartbeat, decking her. "We're over, Mary. Whatever you think we had ended way before Nate."
She smashed backwards to the floor. Mary was still smiling, but there was something angrier there, now.
"Liar," she snarled, "He's the one who made you think you're something you're not."
"He didn't make me think anything," Wade shot back. "I wanted this. I tried to give it to you and you tossed it in my face."
"Because it's wrong for people like us, sweetheart," she said, wiping blood from her mouth. "Mmm."
Mary got up off the floor. "Playing house," she growled, swinging the knife at him. "Next thing you're gonna play daddy to the two point five, baby. And yet, hero, you'll still know every time you look in a mirror."
He blocked the knife with his forearm. Well, more let himself get slashed than blocked, really. "Stop calling me THAT!" Wade shouted, grabbing her by the throat again to pin against the wall with a dull thud.
"I'm not playing anything. I know what I am, Mary. Better than you'll ever. But even monsters get something better sometimes."
Her head cracked back against the wall. Blinking through the pain, she smiled again. "Then what do you call this, hero?" Mary asked. "You're a freak. A killer. You belong with the rest of us madmen, babe. Just admit it."
"I've changed!" Wade insisted. "I've changed!" The words were beginning to take on a desperate and hollow tone. He knocked her back again. "I've changed."
If he kept saying it, it was true.
"Oooh, yeah, hon," Mary whispered, "Just like the first time."
He punched the wall next to her head, breaking through the drywall. "I'm not drunk and you don't look anything like Arashi. You've got no chance in hell, Mary. Leave now and I won't hunt you down."
"Really?" she purred, "Because that sounds like so much fun..."
"Funny, sounds kinda desperate if you ask me," Wade replied, whispering in her ear. She wanted to play this way? Fine. He'd play and he'd win. "Unless that's how you get off. Pretending to be a guy?"
"Do you?" Mary whispered back.
Wade laughed, harsh and low. "You that hard up for it you'd pretend to be my husband?"
"No," she grinned darkly, "Do you get off pretending to be a man, babe?"
"That what you think?" Wade asked, hand sliding up to grab her jaw and hold her face in place, holding tight enough to bruise. He pressed tightly against her, a threat, not a promise as a flash of that asshole sheriff pushed him to be even rougher. "Don't push me, Mary. I'm not your blind boyscout."
"Mmmm, no," and her voice was lower than a gasp, "Someone else's..."
A flick of he wrist and a thin blade appeared in his free hand, slowly pressing against her cheek. "Where. Are. They?"
"Let's play hide and seek," Mary purred, "You're it..."
He made a shallow cut.
"NOW, MARY."
One hand slipped quietly around the hidden blade on her thigh. Mary smiled faintly at the cut, eyes shining. "Oh, lover, clock's ticking tick tick tick," she said.
Much too focused on Mary's face, Wade didn't notice where her hand was going. She had a tendency to make him go tunnel vision. "This isn't a game."
"One's in your bed, one's in your head," she whispered, stabbing ever-so-gently forwards into his lungs. "You better hurry."
Wade gurgled as the blade slide into his chest, dropping his hold on her and stumbling back. "Bitch!" He coughed, blood leaking from his mouth as the lungs filled.
Yeah. It wasn't a visit from Mary without this.
"Hero," she returned, laughing. "Run along, baby." Mary walked past him, sliding open the window. She climbed onto the sill. "Tick tock," she purred, one last time, before vanishing into the night.
[[OOC: NFB or Interaction or for monkeys. Pre-played with the FABULOUS spring_lost]]