Get Psycho [ In-Progress]

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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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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...