Get Psycho [ In-Progress]

[uomo_libro]

WHO: Freeman, Jinx; Later, Urahara and possibly Jushirou
WHAT: Kitten takes the bait
WHERE: Warehouse #1171, the warehouse district
WHEN: Sunday, December 21st, nightfall
WARNINGS: Extreme violence and gore

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[hexyoutotuesday]

The coordinates burned through her hand. She needed time, the people continued to tell her. She needed backup. She needed her, she needed him, she needed a goddamn plan and control. Running through the warehouse district, Jinx needed no one else in this world... just as this world no longer needed her. The young woman had let go. There was only one thing left she needed to fight for, then death would fall upon her without regret. Jushirou's life was worth so much more; he could help the world, save it from all the pain that she would only cause. For years, all she had done was hurt people, and over the past months she had been trying her hardest to correct that. This was the way. There was nothing she seemed to be able to do breathing, so she would sacrifice her life in her father's name, for her father. And everyone always knew she was going to go out with a bang.

Her reverberating footsteps were as quick as her breath, motionless compared to her heart. The pavement cracked below the fall of her boot, dim lamps exploded above her, glass shattering in her blending shadow. Weapons, weapons... she had enough weapons. They were distractions, things to catch him off his guard. The pistols, smoke bombs, and the machine guns strapped to her back. The only weapon she actually needed was her pretty little switchblade. Freeman's flesh would be the last it would ever touch. And there it was. Looking down at her GPS, her breath was short, visible in the night air. Stopping dead, her glowing eyes cast upward to see a warehouse directly ahead. That... must be it. She could feel it. Feeling her body begin to tremble, she flexed her hands, letting the GPS drop to the ground. Beyond that door... was her father, her worst nightmare, and probably her death.

"...Control. If you lose control... you will lose this fight and everything you hold dear."

It would be best to stand there and calm herself, to decide what was around to give her an advantage. Freeman was smart, though. He found a place she could not easily collapse on him... and if Jushirou was inside, he would be a terrible handicap to her. If she did not control, she may in fact kill him. Taking in a shaking breath, she closed her eyes, trying to find that peace, to envision the ones she loved, what she was fighting for... and all she saw were Freeman's eyes. Gasping, she pulled up her lids and looked around, more lights shattering. They were connected... he was here... the nightmare.

It was time... to destroy the boogeyman.

Jinx pulled the machine guns off her back, holding one in each hand. After taking another breath, she walked calmly to the warehouse doors. A flash of anger, of fear, of wanting to rip him limb from limb. Already, her control was almost lost. The steel doors before her made a terrible noise as her mind bended them as if they were aluminum. A blinding pink light flashed, ripping the doors apart, flinging them inside to skid along the ground. And there Jinx stood, machine guns in her hand, her silhouette perfect in her skin tight, black suit. She was anger, her eyes burning with the fury of her power.

"FREEMAN! Return my father to me, NOW!" she screamed into the darkness of the warehouse as her eyes adjusted.

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The belle of the ball.

"I was afraid you wouldn't show up, kitten." Freeman slowly, deliberately shifted into an upright position, before moving to the floor, the razor held between his fingers as his arms dropped to his sides. His hair shifted, showing one red eye in what paltry light was available within the warehouse. "Glad to see you came first, and not one of his other children." His body looked leaner than usual, more hungry. He hadn't killed in some time; with all the death coming from elsewhere, he didn't see a need. He could have killed the old man, but it served no purpose, either. One could say he was starved. Starved for blood.

He approached slowly, noting the hardware she was sporting. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips. "All this for me? You really care for his life, don't you?" His fingers twitched around the blade, but his arm remained hanging at his side, looking useless for the moment. "I only expected you and your blade... I still owe you my flesh, don't I?" He stopped, gauging her reaction, waiting to move closer in case she decided to open fire.

[hexyoutotuesday]

His voice came to her ears before her eyes fully adjusted. That voice that haunted her dreams coiled around her, pricking every inch of her skin with chilling fear. This was the man who had stolen her soul. This was the man who nearly ripped the life right out of her chest. He was that pair of eyes she could always feel burning into her over her shoulder. He was the boogeyman, her worst nightmares in human form, and yet her body quivered with a yearn for his touch. The first thing that came to her eyesight was a flash of metal, and then the gleam of a red eye. Slowly, the rest of his form came into vision. All she felt was fear... and all she could think about was how thin the man looked. Jinx would never admit that flash of concern to herself.

"You owe me more than just flesh... I want your heart," because you nearly destroyed mine. "And you should have learned by now never to expect anything from me." He was approaching her, making it difficult for her to stand her ground. Part of her wanted to run, the rest wanted to drop her weapons and stalk him, take in that scent, return to that animal she once was, the thing that was still inside her. Her hands trembled on the machine guns. For a moment, her thoughts drifted back to her best friend, her brother, her husband who would never see her again... she could not even give him his final request: there would not be enough left of Jinx to fill a body bag. Tonight, she was accepting that she was going to die, and she was going to take Freeman down with her.

"You've made a terrible mistake, Freeman..." her cool voice whispered into the night air. "You kidnapped a sick man, a man loved by many, my own father. You picked a bait that would lure me here, but in touching his flesh, you signed away your own life. Tonight, you will..." Jinx was fast. In an instant, her boots were clicking on the cement floor, she was within the warehouse, and in perfect range to-- "...DIE!" --open fire. She emptied the machine guns in the direction of Freeman.

[uomo_libro]

The report of the guns was bright in the darkness, and loud. Very loud. Freeman didn't seem to mind, almost welcoming the noise as bullets began showering his location. However, his feral body had the signs of a trained contortionist, and with an unnerving liquid quality, he twisted himself among the lead hailstones, moving like a macabre dancer and staying nearly unscathed.

She wasn't letting up. "Good!" His agility turned to speed, as he crossed the short expanse between them, weaving through the gunfire as best he could - again, grazing wounds caused blood to slowly blossom against his clothing, but nothing seemed to faze him. As he closed in, his voice turned to an inhuman growl, followed by a loud whoop as he ducked his body low, just to bring his arm up against her in a ragged arcing slash, the razor blade now tight between his fingers as he felt it hitch against something - metal, cloth, flesh; it didn't matter. He yanked it through with inhuman force, wrenching away whatever was caught on it before he lashed out again, sweeping his leg around where Jinx stood, attempting to knock her to the ground.

As he stood, blood clung to his fingers - his or hers? It didn't matter. "Death closes the night, kitten. For one of us, at least." He brushed the hair from his eyes, leaving a smear of crimson across his forehead as his pale, gaunt face was revealed, his eyes burning more fiercely than ever before.

[hexyoutotuesday]

Blood, blood, BLOOD! She saw blood and it made her grin, made her thumbs itch, made her pulse beat faster, faster. Shooting Freeman would be too easy, it would be so anticlimactic. That growl made her know what was coming a second too late. She dropped the empties guns to the ground, about to flip back before she felt something all too familiar across her flesh. His blade cut through the holsters over her chest, slicing across her sternum, letting sweet blood run down her chest. She cried out sharply into the dying echo of gunfire. Damn it, he was too fast. Before she could even breathe, she made contact with the cement floor. Growling, she rolled back over her shoulders, springing to her feet, then flipped backward twice before landing sloppily on her feet.

Just when she looked up, she was caressed with his words once again, looking into both his burning eyes. They were deeper than the blood he smeared over his forehead, seared her more than the wound across her chest. "No matter what the outcome of this battle, my father will live. I don't care whether or not I walk out of here, Freeman... I just want to feel you die by my hand." In less than seconds, she smashed one of the smoke bombs on the ground before her and vanished in its concealment. In the darkness behind him, her eyes were a brilliant fuchsia that matched the shade of the ground below Freeman, which cracked and exploded under him.

Quickly, she drew one of her pistol and began firing, her left hand sweeping out to throw the rubble of the ground at the creature she could not call man. Jinx was afraid, more than ever, and that was what drove her. "I will destroy the mirror that is you... I WILL COVER MYSELF IN YOUR BLOOD!"

[uomo_libro]

This is new.

Freeman lost all sense of direction as the ground exploded around him in flashes of energy, feeling his feet disappear as he pitched forward. The fall kept the gunfire from hitting its mark, but the suddenly airborne rubble cracked against his body, stinging deeply into his flesh. He felt something crack in his side, and laughed. Laughed hard. Laughed until it was no longer a laugh, and more of an animalistic chortle, like that of a hyena or hunting dog. Springing forward, he dropped his razor to the ground, opening his hands as he ran towards the flashing origin of the bullets, the crackling electricity of those eyes he recognized as a reflection of his own.

With a shriek, his body collided with Jinx, and he wasted no time, his hands ripping across whatever they could find purchase on. His nails bit into flesh, tearing away skin and opening the floodgates of blood. His eyes were wide, his mouth set into a permanent smile. He rose up in front of her, glaring directly into her pupils. "Then do it, Jinx. DO IT!" He thrust his hand forward and low, into her stomach, before lashing out with a savage, bone-crushing kick.

"Kill me. Become me. Do whatever you want. Just do it!"

[hexyoutotuesday]

His laugh burned her, smothered her, and along with that laugh, through the ringing of gunfire, she heard screaming. It was not until she was on the ground, lying on her back, bleeding heavily, unable to breathe... that she realized that screaming was her own. His eyes, all she could see was his eyes in flashes across her vision, a vision dulled by so many blows, so much blood. I'm going to die, aren't I? His hand did not penetrate her stomach, but he got through the flesh. And her ribs... he shattered them once more. I'm going to die tonight. Closing her eyes, she flexed her fingertips, no longer clutched around a gun. I'm... not ready to die yet... Jinx's trembling hands clenched into fists. ...not without taking his ass down with me.

"I... am not... you..." gasping between words, she pulled her broken body up, moving to stand. Though her legs were steady, the rest of her seemed limp, head down, hair covering her face. "I... will NEVER... be you..." Her fists sparked and the ground around her began to crack. The shards of cement in the warehouse began to move as well, clinking against each other like an oncoming earthquake that moved nothing else. "And you want... to know why... Freeman?" Control, control, keep control, stay in control. Jinx took a step forward, blood dripping a path beneath her, the cement floor crushing under her step. The dim warehouse lights began to flicker. The nearby wall made a terrible noise, as if something was pounding on it from the outside, trying to get in. The doors she had previously twisted and thrown into the warehouse now slid across the floor, making sparks. Another step forward, and even the shadows seems to dance to her will. Stay in control... stay in control... control, control, you will lose everythi--I've already lost it.

"Do you... really want to know why...?"

Whatever light that gave their bodies a dim form popped in that very moment, glass shattering around them, sparks giving Jinx a glow as she was suddenly next to him, whispering into his ear... "Because I'm the worse nightmare." Her own eyes illuminated the twisted grin coming over her, and the surrounding area exploded, the ground shattering, part of the warehouse wall breaking with a horrible, sick sound.

Laughing now, she spun around in a circle, the grin bright over her. Flashes came out of her hands, pulses pushing everything away, throwing everything that was not stationary around the dark, open space, including the large, twisted metal doors. "Now THIS is LIVING!" Pain was nothing to her anymore, not as her wounds seeped, as her nose and ears bled. The room was alight with that eerie fuchsia glow. Parts of the floor spiked, others caved, eliminating any exit route he may have tried to find. Laughing, a shrill sounds that broke through the sounds of destruction, she advanced on him alone, ripping into him with the sheer force of energy, of her power, of what they had made her, of the control she had lost.

[uomo_libro]

His expression never changed as the world around them was enveloped in chaos; that smile remained, fixed like it was etched directly into his skin. It remained as the swirling forces buffeted his body, as debris from all angles pounded against his flesh, tearing cloth and skin. It remained as they faces each other, her eyes wide with madness to mirror his own. It remained as the first wave of sheer power tore into him, making every inch of his body quiver with shock and pain.

"YES! NOW WE'RE ALIVE!"

He stumbled back, the waves of force against his body too much... and kept smiling. This was what he was waiting for. His body felt an ache he'd never experienced. Was it pain? Perhaps. Longing? Likely. Anticipation? Most definitely. In the darkness, all he could see was the magenta sparks surrounding him... and their point of origin. With a guttural growl that turned into a roar, Freeman hurled himself forward against her power, hands ready to shred her body to nothing more than meaty pulp.

The edge of the darkness... I can see it. The pit. I am at the pit I am one with the void.

[hexyoutotuesday]

The pleasure she was getting out of this sickened her. As he screamed at the top of his lungs, agreeing with her, calling them both truly alive at that moment... it almost felt as if they were having fun. What a horrible thought. Near death, her father held hostage, about to say goodbye to the world, so much carnage and pain, and the the two seemed to be enjoying themselves. There was something to the madness, something to destroying on another that felt like the first time they met, and what they had done soon after. A small part of Jinx was still fighting, screaming, afraid, struggling to take control back, but the monster was in control, a monster who was becoming bored with its playmate.

Parts of the warehouse began to collapse, the ground difficult terrain, bits of the ceiling crashing down around them. Spinning around, laughing, throwing her head back, bleeding everywhere, feeling the fire, the heat that drive them, not ignoring the pain but feeding off it... Freeman's growl interrupted her. The creature was faster than anything she had ever encountered, yet as he hurled himself toward her, time slowed almost to a stop.

It is said that in the moment before a person dies, their life flashes before their eyes. Yet Jinx saw nothing of the past, just the future. Alba so sad, Lulu's baby being born, her father going on without her, the world moving further into destruction, Fate's dreams never getting accomplished, her death proving nothing in the world... only causing pain. So much pain. So much suffering. I don't want to die. "I AM NOT READY TO DIE!"

In the instant time started again, Jinx leaped forward toward Freeman, a raging ball of energy acting as her shield, shredding everything it came in contact with. Her ears were ringing, bleeding as much as her nose, so much blood. Crying out, piercings the night, she used her entire body as a weapon. As soon as she made contact with Freeman, that weapon erupted, a large, powerful, unavoidable blast of energy ripping right into his center. It hurt, it hurt so damn much, but the pain... the pain made her remember... that she was human. The boogeyman's blood stained her skin.

[uomo_libro]

The power was unlike anything he'd ever felt, as Freemen felt the world spin around him... until he realized he was the one spinning through the air, reeling from the force of Jinx's abilities. He let out another whoop before his body collided with a steel support beam... and the shattering crack that reverberated through his body was nothing compared to the shriek of steel as it twisted and warped from the impact.

He kept moving like a rag doll, control over his momentum given to the forces of chaos. Pain screamed in his body with every blow he took - from debris, from the building, from the force itself - as he felt his bones crack, break, and shatter. His muscles tore the longer he was pounded with Jinx's energies, his ligaments and tendons shaking loose from their moorings as he tried to withstand the maelstrom of power. And yet, for all the pain in his body, for all the inability to do anything, Freeman's face was a death mask of serenity. His eyes were lucid, his mouth cocked into a content smile, even as blood trickled from every orifice it could.

With a gut-wrenching crack, he finally hit the back wall of the building flat, every limb splintering with the force of impact; his vision blurred and his eyes crossed as there was a thunderous, shattering crunch in his ears as his skull hit concrete, the back of his neck almost immediately feeling warm and wet. A wet, dying sound was knocked free from his throat, a high-pitched wheeze accompanied by a bubbling as blood spurted out, dribbling down his chin.

Falling forward, Freeman's world continued to blur into nothing but darkness. All the sounds around him were barely mumbles through gauze muting, and when his body hit the floor with a sick, solid thud, he only knew because the world stopped spinning.

The abyss of death... cold, and comforting...

The slow, pained movement of his chest, his lungs fighting through stress and shattered ribs, crawled imperceptibly, until with a gurgling, sharp breath...

It stopped moving.

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[hexyoutotuesday]

Death, she embraced it, felt it rush through her, that sweet pain that pulled her closer and closer to the edge. Control was something she could barely grasp onto. Screaming, the pain consuming her, she fought to hold back from tearing apart the entire warehouse, from turning it into nothing but a crater by the sea. That much power would have torn her apart... and destroyed her father. With one, loud shriek, she felt the largest of forces explode away from her. Tightly, she grasped at her head, fighting to hold the damn thing together. If she let go, it felt like it would tear apart. The girl was floating several feet from the ground, in a ball, trying to make everything stop... and all too suddenly... it did.

Bright glowing eyes unveiled themselves to watch her boogeyman against the wall fall forward. Gasping, the power cut off in her mind, letting her fall to the concrete floor as well. Breathing heavy, shaking, she heard nothing in the room... it was too silent, too goddamn silent. His bloody body was before her, limp, unmoving, and she found herself in disbelief. Fear pricked her as the pain grew numb, that feeling replacing everything, burning in her as she crawled her bleeding form across the floor. Fighting for each breath, she clung to life just a bit longer to reach him. Blood dripped from her wounds, her nose, ears, leaving a lovely trail from the middle of the warehouse to him.

Finally, her hand touched the puddle of blood which surrounded him. Shaking, coughing, barely holding on, she brushed her fingertips against his skin, quickly pulling back as if afraid he would awaken once more to fight. Once more, she came to him, caressing the pads of her fingers along his broken skull, knowing that... knowing that... she had given him just what he wanted. Freeman died just that... a Free Man, fighting until the end. Using what was left of her strength, she rolled him over to his back, quickly drawing away at that permanent look smeared over his face. Shaking, she reached out to caress his bloody cheek. There was no life left in this corpse... she had not taken it from him, he had given her that for the long fought battle won.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she drew her hand over his eyes, but paused. "No..>" she breathed. Closing them would be... it would take away... it would... painfully, she felt herself choking back something hot, wet. Taking hold of his chin, she wiped the blood away with her thumb, heavy tears falling down her face. Jinx leaned down, and in the darkness of the destroyed warehouse, after the battle, as he lie there dead, as she felt herself dying... she leaned down and pressed her lips against his. There she kissed him, not holding back, half expecting him to kiss her back, to come to life and end her right then and there. She kissed him for the memories, the pain, what she felt for him, hatred, anger, love, fear. Harder, she sobbed, kissing him stronger until finally, she was overcome with so much that... Jinx drew her switchblade from her suit, flicked open the blade, then drove it down into his chest. Tears blurring her vision, she cut open a hole his ribs shattered, easily pushed aside. Coughing through the pain, through her tears, she sliced his heart right out of his chest, reached in, and took it in her bare hand. To feel it dead in her palm... her boogeyman... "Freeman..." she whispered, and laid down beside him, sobbing harder, holding his heart, and clutched to his body with her own, resting her head on his shoulder and accepting death. He could not hold her in return. Gently, she kissed his sick, dripping heart. It was not as black as she once had imagined it to be...

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[hexyoutotuesday]

Her body was numb, probably from the loss of blood, from the pain that seeped out of her through every wound. Closing her eyes, she felt death come close to her body. Freeman's form began to lose its heat, and she felt that bony chill up the back of her neck. She was slipping away from this world. She was not ready, but it felt like her time. Jinx went out saving her father, and that was all she wanted in this world: to love someone so much to be able to die nobly for him. Laying there in a silence, clutching Freeman's bloody heart, she began to feel nothing. Maybe that was all death was... just nothing. Maybe there was no place for those in this Italian city built on blood and pain. Maybe they had all suffered enough, yet deserved no happiness, so they just faded away...

...death was sure taking its damn sweet time. Her tears had ceased flowing, her head was pounding, and the pain was returning. It was as if something whispered the faintest of lives into her, making sure to inform the girl this was her final one. Groaning, she reached into her suit, torn to pieces, barely there, and withdrew her cell phone. After leaving a nice message to the AMC, coughing up a lot of blood on her phone, she put it away. Sitting up, crying out at the pain, she looked back over to Freeman. ...having his heart was not enough. Making quick work, she took what rightfully belonged to her. Slowly, she rose to her feet, shaking, feeling every broken bone, ribs poking out through her flesh, blood bubbling in her mouth, seeping from her stomach, staining her grey skin crimson. In her left hand, she held his heart, and in her right, her fingers laced in his hair, she dragged along his severed head.

"Papa!" she called out, coughing, sputtering, trying not to pass out before the ambulance got there. "I'm not dead yet!" The monster was gone, the boogeyman was dead, her father was safe, she was still alive, but she was stumbling around like a fool in the warehouse that barely still had its foundation. "I'd like some tea after this is all said and done! Papa!" She felt more like vomiting than celebrating. So she did, holding Freeman's body parts, doubling over, and letting the contents of her stomach, thick clots of blood, spill to the ground. The pain beat her down to her knees.

[fanofinfo]

He had watched it all... from beginning to end. And he might've come to pick her bloody mess of a body right up once it was all said and done, after the building was destroyed... but he figured he needed to give the young woman her moment. Urahara, hidden to the shadows finally decided to act... and appeared by the young woman from what seemed out of nowhere.

He turned towards her, not making contact with her quite yet, knowing her body was perhaps either in a state of shock or utter exhaustment. He had surveyed the area... Ukitake was close... but... the girl...

[hexyoutotuesday]

Someone was there. Crying out sharply into the night, Jinx forced herself to her feet. Everything was spinning, she fought to hold onto anything in this world, to keep herself conscious, to try and stay that way until she saw her father wheeled safely into an ambulance. Looking up, she saw in her blurred vision a man she did not recognize at first, but the hat gave him away. In a few steps, she stumbled forward, falling against him, staining his clothes with the profuse amounts of blood her body spilled. She was shaking badly as she wrapped her left arm around him, holding Freeman's head beside her, his heart behind this man's back. Human contact... she was still alive.

"I thought I told you... I would not tolerate... any interruptions..." A human heartbeat, she could hear a human heartbeat. This was real. What had just happened was real. Freeman was dead, and her father... Jushirou. "Go... find my father... and don't go anywhere near my kill!" her words were calm until the last two, a feral snarl, her fist tangling in Freeman's hair tighter. "It's a gift... for the lovely Inspector bitch... I do hope she likes it..."

[fanofinfo]

"On the contrary, My Lady.... I dont believe I interrupted at all." He spoke softly. Though, if she was planning on dying... which she was... perhaps it was an interruption afterall.

He had previous plans of clearing the body... but... would Hiyori really be happy to see the destroyed body of what was once Freeman? Perhaps... but.... she may resent the fact she had no part in his demise even more. Urahara would simply have to decide what to do about that later.

A normal man probably would have been disgusted with what she had in her hands... with the blood everywhere... but it seemed Urahara was used to it... he might have even expected something like this... but not from a small woman such as herself. That was probably the most disturbing factor of it all. "Jushirou is safe. I'll have him sent to a hospital immediately." He nodded, supporting her weakened body in his arms. "Jinx.... with the way you are... is it safe to have you taken to a hospital as well?" The only reason Kisuke asked... was because it was obvious that Jinx was something inhuman.

With all the blood... god, how was the girl still conscious?

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"No... no hospital... I've called the AMC... they're sending... ambulance..." If he had not been holding her, she would have fallen to the ground again. Her body was limp in his arms, her remaining strength being used to keep one breathing and grasp onto her trophies. "AMC... Komui Lee... he... can fix Papa... I need to make sure... he gets... there... I need t--" she began coughing again, sputtering blood onto his chest, barely able to catch her breath. Freeman's hand had penetrated though her body, almost into her stomach. Her ribs were fragments, parts of them sticking through her flesh, out in the open for the world to see. The leather of her suit had grafted over her wounds like a skin, since much of her torso seemed to be deprived of it.

"What do you... mean... is it... safe?" It was getting difficult to feel her limbs now, but she was determined to stay awake. If death was not going to claim Jinx tonight, she would not let weakness take over. "Komui... can fix me... bastard... might take me apart first... but he... can fix--" once again, coughing, sputtering too much blood to be healthy. "Fuck... punctured a lung... I think..."

For a moment, she was silent, focusing on just trying to breathe, listening to his heartbeat to keep herself awake. So much blood, and she had probably pissed herself too. The unlucky cat was on her last life now and it was apparent. At twenty years old, she knew her life was reaching the last stretch of its race. Blood dripped from her ears and the nosebleed began again. "I don't think... I can stand... anymore..." she broke the silence, still not hearing the ambulances arrive. Fuck, they were not hard to miss. It was the only warehouse in the district that looked like swiss cheese gone bad. "Can you... hold me... Ura..ha..ra..." it was getting more difficult to speak. Jinx should have been dead. By all logic, the girl should be as cold as the head she held in her hand.