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Sept 25, 2016 22:28:46 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Sept 25, 2016 22:28:46 GMT -5
Chris looked around his body, "Well..." He lifted his shirt, and showed her a scar on his side. "I got this one from a job, that ended kinda... weird." --- August 12th, 2012 Chris was perched near the Zaibatsu. He had recently gotten a job to take care of an escapee from the Zaibatsu. Apparently they didn't want any information about their ongoings getting out. Chris rarely ever took on jobs regarding teenagers. This particular one was on the head of a fifteen year old boy. He looked at the photo. He was pale, so pale it looked like he had never really seen sunlight before. His hair was dark, and his eyes blue. This kid was tremendously easy to find in Tokyo. It was raining outside the hotel, and Chris kept an eye out of the window for his target. "...son of..." His eyes widened a little. "No..." The files fell out of his hands, and he looked out of the window to see the kid running outside. Chris scrambled to the stairs where he ran down, and out of the hotel out the back. "HEY....!!!!" The kid turned, startled. Chris' heart was pounding. "Wait a second...!" Chris ran over to him in the pouring rain. The kid quickly grabbed a pipe, and slashed Chris on his side with it. He cringed, holding the wound. The kid threw the pipe, and ran. Chris stopped. Just looked at him as he ran away. His jaw clenched, and went back inside to his hotel room. He dressed his wound, and sat down to look at the file. "Born October 1998..." He was confused. "That can't be right." Did Anna have another..? --- Chris left out the identity of the target, to make things less complicated. He always found it humorous though this kid hit him with a pipe. He laughed about it, and looked at Marcella. "I couldn't do it, though. He was just a kid... Although I'm sure he could handle himself, though...
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Sept 25, 2016 22:47:42 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Sept 25, 2016 22:47:42 GMT -5
i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h377/Rainen20/1080f81a-1d0a-4161-a876-8eeed22e5e0e_zpsce49b713.jpg Marcella was greatly intrigued by Christopher's story of where his scar came from, it was obvious that he left a few pieces out but she understood, it was his personal business anyway. "I guess I'll tell you the story about a few of my scars." Marcella showed Christopher a lengthy scar along her neck, going diagonally, just barely missing over the vein that if cut, could've easily killed her. "This particular one happened during my first year of being a soldier, I had a solo mission to do, a tracking mission..." She started. Marcella began to explain the story, from how she almost died to when it took almost centuries for any medical attention to show up. Finishing up her story, she rubbed her shoulder sheepishly, recalling the incident. "It's scars like this that make me reconsider being a solider..." While Marcella was a tough woman on the outside, on the inside she was soft, almost as if she was connecting to her younger self. She looked away from Chris, small tears burned and trailed down her face but she quickly wiped them away, not wanting Chris to notice her pain that she was still dealing with internally.
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Sept 25, 2016 23:01:27 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Sept 25, 2016 23:01:27 GMT -5
Chris listened to her story. He noticed how she was getting a little teary eyed. He sat up, and placed his hand on her cheek. He kissed her lips. He smiled, "Still think you're beautiful." He rested his forehead on her, and sighed. He could tell she was upset so he quickly diverted the attention from the story. He pulled up his left arm, and on the underside was a huge scar. "This one's a doozy, are ye ready?" He snickered. "Okay so picture it..!" He put his hands up. "I was in a junkyard... this fight lasted for about nine hours." His eyebrows raised, "All of my ammo had been used up from tryin to shoot this guy, and the only knife I had was an exacto knife." He laughed. "So I'm hiding out, trying not to gt shot, and I hear him run out of ammo. So I get up, thinking, 'Okay, I have the upper hand!'..." He cringed "I was so wrong." "Dude comes out with a fuckin blowtorch. Fried my arm." He laughed a little, "The adrenaline must have been so high, because that exacto knife got him right in forehead when I threw it." He shrugged, "Got the job done, though..." He smiled, and looked at her, "Smile more..."
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Sept 25, 2016 23:17:11 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Sept 25, 2016 23:17:11 GMT -5
i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h377/Rainen20/1080f81a-1d0a-4161-a876-8eeed22e5e0e_zpsce49b713.jpg Marcella tried to listen to Christopher's story, she really did. But she was mentally distracted by thoughts of the past, as they began to haunt her thinking capacity. The only thing that brought Marcella to her senses was the comment that Chris made about her smiling more. She looked at him, not wanting to smile much but she understood that he was trying to help her, so she respected that. She gently gave Chris a small smile, while it was small, it was at least a start. Once she smiled, she pursed her lips together, thinking to herself. Marcella rubbed her shoulder sheepishly, wanting to be in his arms again, she felt save and secure in his grasp. "C-Can you hold me Chris? It makes me feel better."
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Sept 25, 2016 23:37:23 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Sept 25, 2016 23:37:23 GMT -5
Chris smiled, "Of course." He wrapped his arms around her, and held her. His hands stroked her hair, as he laid back. "Try to get some sleep... It's late." He kissed the top of her head, and smiled. "Think of... happy thoughts. Like puppies.. or.." Oh goodness, what did girls like? "Guns..?" He laughed. "You're so beautiful... and so gentle.. Don't let life get the best of that.." He paused, "If you don't want to do this anymore... you don't have to... You can always shape your life to how you want it." He said. "You still have a chance at a normal life."
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Sept 25, 2016 23:51:08 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Sept 25, 2016 23:51:08 GMT -5
i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h377/Rainen20/1080f81a-1d0a-4161-a876-8eeed22e5e0e_zpsce49b713.jpg Marcella started to relax more while under the care of Chris, her once tense muscles soon began to swoon and unwind. She rested her face on the crook of his neck, listening to the soft words he spoke to her. This man was a complete dream to be around, Marcella was completely grateful to have someone like him to comfort her. But when he mentioned about quitting her life as a solider, Marcella had to decline. Her lips furrowed into a stern frown, containing immense mental discomfort. "I-It's" She stammered, "It's not as easy as you think it is for me to quit. I have other duties and responsibilities that are required of me now. If I wanted to, I would've done it by now." Marcella kept Chris close to her, not ever wanting him to leave her side. She nuzzled against him more, just to enhance her comfort.
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Sept 25, 2016 23:56:07 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Sept 25, 2016 23:56:07 GMT -5
"I'm an assassin. I was born to be an assassin. I was trained to kill right out of the womb. You think I don't understand that a decision like that is difficult? i wish I could leave, but... well there's only one way out of that life..." He sighed. "Military life while big, can still be left behind..." He continued stroking her hair, "You deserve a great life... Not one full of bombs and death..." He looked down at her, "You could be happy... You don't wanna look back on your life and think about everything you could've done differently... Trust me, I do it all the time."
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Sept 26, 2016 0:12:16 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Sept 26, 2016 0:12:16 GMT -5
i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h377/Rainen20/1080f81a-1d0a-4161-a876-8eeed22e5e0e_zpsce49b713.jpg Marcella took what Chris said and thought about it deeply. He was right, everything that he said was right. Maybe there was more to life than bombs and dodging bullets? Looking deep into Christopher's eyes, Marcella could see that this man cared about her well-being and it's been awhile since someone took time out of their day to care for her as much as Chris did. She brought him down to her so that her lips could touch with his again, bringing him in for a soft, gentle peck to his lips. She pulled away, and ran her thumb over his bottom lip, "I appreciate your consideration my love, but I just can't quit tomorrow, I have bills to pay and a duty to serve. Quitting now would mean quitting on those most important to me."
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Sept 26, 2016 19:24:35 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Sept 26, 2016 19:24:35 GMT -5
Chris chuckled, "Nobody said you had to make a decision right this second. Just think about it." He smiled warmly, and kissed her again. He held her tightly, and smiled. His breath was soft, as he ran his fingers up and down her back. His eyes were getting heavy the more he did it. He quickly fell fast asleep...
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Sept 26, 2016 19:46:20 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Sept 26, 2016 19:46:20 GMT -5
i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h377/Rainen20/1080f81a-1d0a-4161-a876-8eeed22e5e0e_zpsce49b713.jpg Soon, Marcella was fast asleep as well. She held onto Chris as if she were a child, clutching their favorite teddy bear. Sleeping on Chris was ten times better than laying on her pillows, he may have to stick around more often! The sound of birds chirping, and sun rays calmly woke Marcella out of her slumber. She slowly rose from the pillows, to look at her alarm clock. 8:00am.She noticed that Chris was still here, then it dawned on her. He was late. And judging by how crazy his mother sounded on the phone call from last night, being late is NEVER an option. Marcella got up from the bed, went to brush her teeth, she didn't want to start off waking Chris up with morning breath, not a good way to start the day off. Kneeling in front of his sleeping form, she nudged him to get up. When that didn't work, she started to plant kisses along his face, from his forehead, to his cheeks, and yes to his lips as well. She kept her lips there, wanting him to respond, her fingers traveled down his abdominal area, feeling the muscles that accompanied it. "Chris..." She said between kisses, "It's time to get up honey.."
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Sept 26, 2016 19:59:53 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Sept 26, 2016 19:59:53 GMT -5
Chris jolted awake when he heard Marcella's voice. He immediately got out of the bed, "Shit...!" Groggy, he looked for a watch or a clock, and saw the time was 8. "SHIT..!" He ran to the living room, and quickly threw on his shoes, and gabbed his dress shirt and jacket. "Sorry Cella, I need to go--" He opened the door, and who was standing at the door... Johanna. "Mother..." He looked at her, confused as hell. "Wha-- How did you know where I was..?" Johanna looked at her son, none too please. "I have a tracker on all of my employees..." She said. Chris felt really stupid after her answer. This was his mother afterall. "I'm sorry, I--" "I don't feel like hearing any excuses, Christopher." Johanna was angry. "Four AM, Anna's house. That is what you agreed to." She hissed. Chris frowned, "All I can do is apologize.." Johanna slapped him, hard. The sound echoed through Marcella's living room. "You're pathetic...! If I can't count on you to be there when I need you there, then you are worthless to me..! More concerned with some lower middle class girl than you are with your work, and I know I have taught you better than that..!" Chris was still cringing from the sting of his mother's slap. His face was very red from where she hit him. "Can we not do this here, mother..?" "Why not here..? Seems you'd rather be here, anyways..." She said with cruelty in her voice. "Can we just go outsi-" He said quietly before being cut off again. "NO..!!!!" She screamed. "Get. In. The car." She demanded, her jaw clenched.
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Sept 26, 2016 20:20:39 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Sept 26, 2016 20:20:39 GMT -5
i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h377/Rainen20/1080f81a-1d0a-4161-a876-8eeed22e5e0e_zpsce49b713.jpg Marcella watched as Chris rushed to put his clothes on, even helped him out with handing him his articles of clothing. When he was satisfied, he bolted out of her room, preparing to leave. As she was preparing to get ready for work herself, she couldn't help but to hear commotion coming from her living room, accompanied by a familiar woman's voice, with Chris being on the tail end of the conversation. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, and placing on her white satin robe, Marcella ran into her living room just in time to witness Johanna smack Chris relentlessly across his face. "Chris..!" She ran over to him, to access his face, there was a huge red hand mark on his face. Her hazel eyes sent a demonized glare over to Johanna, Marcella was furious! But her lips curls into a devious smirk, "So you're the old hag that bosses everyone around huh? Even your poor son." She moved Chris away from his mother, she kept her eyes on Johanna, while she spoke to Chris, "You're not going with her Chris." Wanting to protect herself and Chris, she pulled out her gun from her leg holster that was concealed by the long fabric of her robe, she cocked it, and aimed at Johanna, with her finger on the trigger threatening to pull. "Now, I don't know how the hell you got my address nor how you know where I live. But, it'll be the best route for you if you turn around and go the other way." Sure, what was her only gun going to do to Johanna Williams? A devious woman who would even place a bullet in Marcella's head in a blink of an eye. But, Marcella could care less. She's taken bullets before, plenty of times. "I'll give you to the count of three, to get the hell out of my house!" The pupils of her eyes began to dilate... sensing that she wasn't playing any games. "One..." Her finger held tightly on the trigger, keeping a steady hand, and showing no fear. She didn't care who the hell Johanna was, she wasn't welcomed here!
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Sept 26, 2016 20:32:37 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Sept 26, 2016 20:32:37 GMT -5
Johanna could only laugh at this stupid girl when she pulled gun on her. "An old hag, huh..?" She grinned. Chris saw the gun, and quickly pulled his own pistol from his jacket and pointed it straight at Marcella's head. The look on his face was heartbreaking. Johanna walked up to Marcella, not bothered at all by the fact that a gun was pointed at her. "You... stupid girl..." She viciously slapped the gun away, and gripped Marcella's face. "You've only known my son for less than twenty four hours, and you wanna protect him from the big bad wolf..?" She laughed again, pushing Marcella away. Chris' aim still on Marcella. He was eerily silent, his eyes watery. "His job... is to protect me. And.." Johanna couldn't even help but laugh at Marcella. "And you threaten my life...?" Her smile quickly faded. Chris quickly disarmed Marcella and threw the gun across the floor. He then withdrew his own weapon. "I--.." "Oh shut up." Johanna said. She was disgusted at the sight of this. Chris quickly left without saying another word. "Don't bother contacting him anymore..." She grinned, "Or you might just get to see what I am truly capable of." Johanna then turned, slammed the door shut, and left.
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Sept 26, 2016 20:56:51 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Sept 26, 2016 20:56:51 GMT -5
i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h377/Rainen20/1080f81a-1d0a-4161-a876-8eeed22e5e0e_zpsce49b713.jpg While Marcella thought she had the upperhand, the tables turned quickly when Johanna slapped the gun out of her hand, and gripped her throat, pinning her against the wall. The force of the grip caused Marcella to gasp for air, her ears were then exposed to the sound of another gun...aimed at her from Chris..! Her eyes darted at him, tears welled up in her eyes from heartbreak and disdain. She felt the warm tears stream down her face as she stared into the eyes of Johanna Williams, her heart tore more when she explained that Chris was her protector. She couldn't understand it... Finally, air was accepted back into her lungs as Johanna let go of her, and Chris still had his gun aimed at her. Marcella was left coughing, trying to accept any air possible. She was given the orders of never contacting Christopher again, from this incident, Marcella may have to take her up on that offer for the time being.. Mustering up the air and strength, as Christopher and Johanna left, she managed to yell at Chris. "I HATE YOU CHRIS!!" She made sure that he could hear her as he left. Once she collected herself, and her thoughts, she got up from the floor, still holding onto her neck. From there she went into the bathroom to take a shower, hopefully it'll help to clear her head.
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Sept 27, 2016 20:08:21 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Sept 27, 2016 20:08:21 GMT -5
i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h377/Rainen20/1080f81a-1d0a-4161-a876-8eeed22e5e0e_zpsce49b713.jpg Finally returning home, Marcella set her keys down on the counter in her kitchen. She looked in the fridge for something light to snack on. She didn't find anything, so she made herself a glass of water. Walking past her purse, she grabbed her cell phone just in case someone important were to call her. Sitting down on the couch, Marcella turned on her tv to see if anything was on. Placing her cell phone on the coffee table in front of her, Marcella propped her feet up and began to relax.
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