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[chatterboxer]

Who: Yazoo shiny_nightmare, Elena chatterboxer, others?
What: Elena goes to face an old nightmare.
When: Late evening.
Where: The very edge of the city.
Rating: TBD - potential for violence

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[shiny_nightmare]

Three. And Yazoo was already there waiting for her when she lifted her head. Isn't that sweet of him? He knew from the very start that it was only a question of time before she came looking for him -- orders or not. He had a superior intellect on his side. It was just one of many gifts Mother had bestowed upon him.

He stood half hidden by the shadows of a tree but not so hidden that Elena wouldn't see the familiar cock of his head. The characteristic action sent his long silver hair cascading over his shoulder. He studied her for a moment before chuckling in that smooth, mocking way of his. The leather of his bodysuit creaked when he stepped forward. He wondered just how close he could get to her before she reacted. He either didn't notice the gun in her hand or didn't acknowledge it.

"You've healed up nicely." He sounded disappointed to see her in one piece. But the cruel and mocking side of him soon returned. "Do you have scars? I bet you do." Yazoo lifted his gloved hand as if to check for himself.

[chatterboxer]

Elena's eyes narrowed on his sickeningly familiar form. How ironic that he stepped from the shadows, just like a true nightmare. She tried to keep her expression blank, her breathing even as he approached. The steps that she wanted to take in retreat were denied. She was standing her ground, no matter how close he got.

But that didn't mean she was going to let him touch her. No way in hell.

She didn't even think about it. It was pure instinct that made her lift her weapon and take aim. "How about I give you a scar this time." Elena's voice had far more anger in it than she wanted. But no matter how hard she tried or how much she denied it, the fact remained that this -was- personal. He and his brothers tortured her. It wasn't something easily forgotten. And it was never forgiven. "Right between your eyes!" Her finger tightened on the trigger, but didn't pull it just yet.

[shiny_nightmare]

That she didn't pull the trigger right away spoke volumes. Was she still caught up in her guilt for disobey her commands? Or was it fear? She must know that pulling the trigger was likely to end in something not so pleasant for her.

The glimmer in his eyes made them all the more eerie and predatory. "What? And ruin this beautiful face?" His voice dripped with honey even when his hands dripped with blood. Yazoo tilted his head at her before he smirked and spun away. He circled Elena while looking down his delicate nose at her. "Is the man really not here?" What a disappointment. "Tch." He came to a stop right back in the direct path of Elena's gun. Yazoo chuckled and just kept his eyes on her.

[chatterboxer]

Elena cursed under her breath. Why didn't she pull the trigger. She should've pulled the trigger. The gun lowered while she turned her head, watching him over one shoulder and then the other as he circled around her. It lifted again when Yazoo stopped in front of her. It was like he was daring her.

Just pull the trigger.

"Sorry to disappoint you." She muttered. "But it's just me. And as for your beautiful face?" Her stomach practically heaved with those last two words. "I want to do more than just scar it. I want to obliterate it. I don't want to have to worry about ever seeing it again." Elena's tone dripped with something too...venom. "For every drop of my blood that you spilled? I want three of yours." Adrenaline rushed through her now, chasing what remained of her fear away. "Pay up!"

This time? She pulled the trigger.