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Post by Hannibal King on Apr 26, 2006 19:27:15 GMT -5
Anger wouldn’t even begin to cover how King felt at that moment. He shifted toward Dean hands down at his sides. He wasn’t in the mood to get punched again but if the brother made the move he’d react. King was breathing deeply but he wasn’t showing it. Aggression pulsated through his veins. He looked straight at Dean, “Is there something in your blood that makes you a prick?” Eyes fixated on the younger brother who was still seated in the car. “You two don’t seem to like me very much.” Alex was standing on the other side of the car. King looked her way then back at Dean. He knew she probably didn’t even mention him to them. Alex was a girl who normally kept to herself she wasn’t one to share her secrets. Hannibal had been one of the only people she was honest with or at least for the most part. Maybe that’s what had surprised him so much to see her with two strangers. Normally she was “I’ll do it myself kind of girl.” King looked across the street at the building Alex had been intrigued by. It’s worn-down exterior stood out from its surroundings. It had a presence that just a glance towards it sent a chill throughout King’s body. This is why she was here. His eyes were glued to the broken building he barely heard Sam’s warning.
"Dean! Get in the car! Now!" Oblivious to the meaning King continued to stare blankly at the abandoned asylum. It was like he was in a trance amazed by something he couldn’t quite get a handle on. Whatever the place was before it held a history of sorrow. Why was Alex here? His thought process was cut off when he heard the sounds of engines getting closer. Moving toward the white mustang King grabbed for the handle. Locked. Patting his pockets for the keys his eyes landed on them, still in the ignition. When he had gotten out he was to pissed off to realize. His fist hit the top of the car as he turned to the Impala speeding out of the lot. All he could do was stare as it drove off. The sounds of doors slamming brought King to make a face. “Fuck me..”
The men obviously watched too much of cops. Cause as soon as they got close enough they slammed Han against the car. Grunting slightly Hannibal resisted. There were a total of three a number King figured he could easily overthrow. Besides they were just rent-a-cops. However the blow to the car had caused Hannibal’s breathing to become difficult. "Just wait til the police get here, jack ass," Hannibal smirked slightly, “tell me does it just eat you up inside that you weren’t good enough to be a real cop?” That caused one man to loose his cool and hit King hard in the chest, as another took an elbow to his face. King stumbled a little but regained his balance. The urge to punch them was growing but he kept his cool. The guard could hit King would give him that. Blood had accumulated in his mouth and he spit it towards the guards just as the sound of a bike pulled up. Their attention went towards the young lady that had stepped off.
"Oh, I don't think the police will be necessary. Let him go, please, and I'll let you live." King stood straight up watching the young women. Whoever she was she must of lost a few bolts upstairs. The guard had remarked talking down to her. "Professionals...really. You look more like grown men dressed up in Halloween costumes." King couldn’t help but smile at the comment but his laughter was cut short as he watched her hands reach into the man and rip out vital organs. Eyes widened as King watched her do it to the two who were left. She turned to him and extended her arm as if nothing had happened, "You can call me the Wanderer. You are?" King hesitated at first but not wanting to meet the same fate as the rent-a-cops he shook her hand. “I’m King, Hannibal King.” His eyes shifted to the bloody mess she left, “Is that how you introduce your self to all the men?”
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The Wanderer
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Post by The Wanderer on Apr 27, 2006 19:47:52 GMT -5
The Wanderer cocked her head at King, a smile slowly spreading over her lips. He was handsome and witty, two things she liked in a man- just before killing him. However, there was something else to this one, something worth keeping him around for. “Just to the ones I deem worthy enough to know who I am,” she said, keeping her voice light as she let her English accent fully surface. She gestured at the bloody puddles at their feet. “They were not worthy.”
The Wanderer noticed the way King’s eyes slid uneasily to the mess she had made before becoming fastened once more on the dilapidated building on the other side of the access road. “What do you know about this place?” he asked, gesturing.
“I know it’s a place that appeals to both of us,” she said, her voice low as she moved closer to him. He didn’t resist as she put a hand on one muscular arm. “There’s a darkness inside of you, Hannibal King that places like these appeal to. It was a place of suffering, delusions and pain. You want to feel those things, but you fight that part of you. Why? Why not let the monster out to play?” She ran a hand over his chest, feeling the rock hard muscles and she allowed herself a small thrill of pleasure.
Taking his hand, she tugged him toward the abandoned hospital. “Come with me, Hannibal King. The things I will show you will be beyond any of your fantasies. Let me feed that darkness for you.”
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Post by Hannibal King on Apr 27, 2006 20:16:32 GMT -5
“Just to the ones I deem worthy enough to know who I am.” Something in her words made Hannibal cringe slightly. Worthy of knowing who she was, meant what? She’d given her name but that was it. Her eyes moved to the remains then back to him. Terror wasn’t a feeling Hannibal was accustomed to and he hardly ever experienced it. He didn’t feel it then though something in him sensed he should. However everything seemed to be off balance. Seeing Alex in the same town he just happened to be in was weird enough. More just seemed to add on the two brothers, the building, and now this woman who could rip men’s hearts out, literally. Everything wasn’t clear to King at that moment. His confusion led his eyes to the asylum.
“I know it’s a place that appeals to both of us,” Her body moved closer to his and her hand rested upon his arm and he twitched slightly. It may have only been noticeable to him. Standing straight King didn’t know what to make of her touch. Making her mad wasn’t on his agenda so he stood still letting her get as close as she wished. “There’s a darkness inside of you, Hannibal King that places like these appeal to. It was a place of suffering, delusions and pain. You want to feel those things, but you fight that part of you. Why? Why not let the monster out to play?” What she said was true. Hannibal knew it for the longest time he just refused to believe it. That part of him was still very much active no matter how hard he tried to smother it. This place did call to him in a way that couldn’t be easily explained. It was if he felt the pain and craved it. Just like he had craved blood. His eyes were glossed over as if the pain was trying to burn through. The word monster made him clench his teeth. He wasn’t a monster or at least he thought “the monster” was gone. Her hand ran over his chest feeling the curves of his muscular body. Now he wasn’t so sure. With this girl who called herself “The Wanderer” he wasn’t sure if that part of him was just pretending to be down and out. “I don’t let it out past its bed time.” Trying to force a smile Hannibal stared at her.
Feeling her hand grasp his. The part of him that had followed Alex up here stared and watched as King gripped her hand. The part of him he fought so hard to keep under control was slowly making its way out. Freedom. Evil was on it’s side. Hannibal’s throat swallowed hard as she pulled him forward. “Come with me, Hannibal King. The things I will show you will be beyond any of your fantasies. Let me feed that darkness for you.” Alex had her two white knights maybe it was time to just give in. A slight grin surfaced from Hannibal’s emotionless face. “Time to play.”
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The Wanderer
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Post by The Wanderer on Apr 27, 2006 20:58:35 GMT -5
She could feel him warring with himself over what to do. There was a ray of light in that darkness, a light brought to the surface by the girl traveling with the brothers. It made the Wanderer curious about how the girl could make things like that happen in a person like King. The Wanderer threaded her fingers with his and tugged him along.
When he started walking with her, she knew she had him. It had been a while since she had found someone with the same blackness in their hearts as Hannibal had in his. He’d make a suitable companion- if he didn’t break under her ministrations first. Leaning close, she nipped the lobe of his ear with her teeth and felt him shudder. “I don’t think our little tour should take too long. Just enough to get a taste and then I suggest we find a…more suitable place for our other pursuits.”
They reached the heavy wood front doors of the hospital and she could see a thick, heavy chain wound through the door handles. “Easy enough to fix,” she said, speaking a few words in Latin and the chain fell away. The Wanderer started forward and realized Hannibal was holding back.
“Just a few more steps, Hannibal,” she said, stepping up to him. She laid her hands against his chest and stretched slightly on her toes to kiss him. Their lips met and she felt something like a bolt of lightening go straight through her. She started to step back, meaning to give King only a hint of what was to come. Instead, his strong hands encircled her arms and yanked her close, nearing pulling her off-balance. He crushed his mouth to hers, his stubble rough against her chin as his tongue plowed into her mouth.
After a few minutes, the Wanderer stepped back and smiled wickedly at the man before her. They were both terribly aroused, the core of chaos and pain at her back now completely irresistible. “Maybe more suitable accommodations won’t be necessary,” she murmured before pulling him into the hospital.
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Post by Hannibal King on Apr 27, 2006 22:00:25 GMT -5
Inside his mind was teeming with constant thought. Ever since the day he was “saved” King had been two different people. On the surface he was the man he’d been before being turned. Inside was a different story. A war raged on. Although the creature was gone the hunger and thirst for destruction still lingered. With motivation he could surely resort to that of what he once was. It scared him. Emotions weren’t an everyday experience for Han. However this feeling had clung to him ever since Alex fought for his cure. For the longest time King was convinced he was still that thing. That somewhere deep inside him it hid waiting for the day Alex wasn’t around to resurface. King could take care of himself but when it came to the demon within he needed her. Alex was gone though no one here to tell him to be strong, not give into the craving. She made her choice and it wasn’t him. Hurt fueled the fire of consumption. Pressing on with his hand intertwined with that of the wanderer’s he felt himself slipping.
The stopped at the entrance and paused for a moment. Looking straightforward Hannibal didn’t move as she leaned up to his ear. Her teeth grazed his skin, which made him react. It tickled. Memories quickly flashed of the only other person that knew that spot. Alex. She used to tease him with her kiss. Whisper words into his ear that only made him smile. Her smell as she lay against his body, her finger tracing over his collar bone. The memory faded as it was quickly blocked out. Remembering her would only cause him to loose it. That little bit of him that was still trying to hold on to the part that was worth saving. “I don’t think our little tour should take too long. Just enough to get a taste and then I suggest we find a…more suitable place for our other pursuits.” He knew what she was trying to do. She wanted him to give in. Just forget about conquering his inner demon and just become who he was meant to be. A killer.
A chain kept them from inside. The wanderer made short work of that and continued inside only to stop when she realized King wasn’t following. “Just a few more steps, Hannibal,” Fighting hard was what Hannibal knew best. It was who he was inside no matter what else may be present as well. Life had thrown King curve balls before, all to which he knocked out of the park. This was different. It was more challenging to not give into this seductive woman who was just waiting for the light in King’s eyes to go dark. Her hands pressed against his chest and he was half expecting her to rip his heart out, but she had other things in mind. Her soft lips touched his. Backing away slightly King couldn’t control himself. Something in her kiss extinguished all the light left. Hands gripped her slender arms and pulled her close. Lips met with force as King pushed himself onto her. He craved her, wanted her, and needed her. Moments flew by as he continued to let his lips cause friction with hers. She stepped back and knew he was hers.
“Maybe more suitable accommodations won’t be necessary,” She managed to get out as she pulled him inside and let the heavy doors close to the outside world. Now they were in hers. Pain and suffering seeped through the walls. In and odd way is only boosted the tension between them. King’s eyes fixated on her, as he got closer. Without a second thought King slammed her against the wall his hands pinning her to the wall. Leaning down he let his lips trail up her neck. Remembering the feeling of his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of the victim’s neck. As warm blood spilled from the wound onto his lips. A sensation of hunger. King stepped back a hand running through his roughed up hair. Breathing heavy as he stared at this women who wanted him to give in. She must not of thought Hannibal was strong enough to resist. In ways King didn’t have faith in himself but being alone with her in this place of torment and suffering. He could only think of one girl. Alex.
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Dean Winchester
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"That fabric softener teddy bear... Ooh. I wanna hunt that little bitch down."
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 24, 2006 2:55:35 GMT -5
"Dean! Get in the car! Now!" Eyes widened at shouting from his kid brother. The approaching pair of cars were clearly security, but that didn't mean much to Dean. They'd had their fair share of dealing with rent-a-cops. Dean didn't see this as that much of a challenge until her felt an all too familiar tingle at the back of his neck, like a whisper of gossamer silk or the breath of dead lungs. As manageable as the situation seemed on the surface, Dean wasn’t' about to ignore the two-pronged attack. Usually when his brother used that tone of voice it was for more than just a troublesome gumshoe.
Gunning the engine of the Impala, Dean slammed the car into reverse, cutting across the parking lot as they tried to make a hasty escape. Dean glanced up into the rearview only to see something astoundingly shocking. A woman, her face too far away to make out taking down the guards as if they were rag dolls. He glanced back over to the speedometer, seeing the needle punch toward 45 mph. They could make it out of there clean as a whistle if not for the nag of his conscience. The guy following them might be Alex's old flame but that didn't mean he deserved the same fate…
Foot slammed hard on the brake and he cut the wheel to the left, u-turning the powerhouse around. The machine sprang to life again as he narrowed his sights on the woman nearing King. "Sammy, get the shotgun!" Dean roared, pulling the car to a halt. Eyes narrowed on the beefy hunter and the seductress. There was no time for mistake here. Either King was going to accept the rescue or he wasn't. One thing was sure, Dean was not going to wait around long while King weighed the options. "Get in the car… NOW!" he commanded.
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Post by Alex Sutherland on May 24, 2006 3:22:52 GMT -5
Half of the world around her had faded away. Nothing but the old building remained. At least in her perceptions thats how it was. It was something she couldn't take her eyes away from. Like trying to watch an eclipse. Form had started to move towards it and the draw. Old memories of the past now haunting her mind. Her mother. Her father. Times when she should have been playing dress up and make believe, instead of facing awful truths. Lips parted in breath there was something wicked about that place. A nightmare tucked away in her subconscious. Alex knew King was there, she'd heard his voice. There was more going on around her than she was paying attention too.
It hadn't been until Dean's arm wrapped around her waist and stomach, tossing her back against the rear bench seat of the Impala, that she realized how much really changed. Sam was yelling and the faint sound from sirens stirred her senses. Lashes fluttered against each other as she pushed herself up. Orbs shot towards Sam and Dean in the front before twisting to see Hannibal left behind. 'What are you still standing there for' the question rang in her mind, but never vocalized. Something about that woman. Maybe her mind wasn't through playing tricks on her. She'd been watching the distance grow when the Impala slammed on it's breaks and jerked hard.
From crashed into the back of the front bench as hand splayed to grab on before the turn. Pulling herself up eyes shot to Dean. He was clearly a fly by the seat of his pants type. They were heading back. Towards the old worn building, King and their mystery woman. As the muscle car rumbled and came to a stop she shifted pulling the concealed gun from her pack. Sam was positioned with a shot gun and Dean shouted. Hand gripped the door pushing it open as her own gun was raised level. Something about that woman, Alex couldn't put her finger on. It was only an instant that she looked at the woman, before they turned to him. "King."
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Post by Hannibal King on May 24, 2006 4:03:50 GMT -5
Something in the woman’s eyes made it hard for King to look the other way. His gaze was locked on her figure. The Wanderer knew she wasn’t going to get King without a fight. He was strong willed and he wouldn’t give up on something he fought so hard to beat. She pushed her body close to his muscular build her soft hands made their way down his chest to his lower stomach tempting him to take was she was offering. She was reaching for something he had pushed deep down so it could never claw its way up again. Except now it had her to help bring it forth. Hannibal’s jaw tightened deep down he didn’t want to be in this place with her, but he couldn’t pull himself away.
The sound of brakes screeching broke the silence the Wanderer was entrancing King with. Turning his head toward the sound of the Impala as it cut a u-turn and came toward where the two were standing. That was all it took for King’s mind to focus and return to a state he was comfortable with. Eyes quickly darted back to the strange woman and by the way her eyes flared he could tell she wasn’t at all pleased with the brother’s decision. He heard Dean scream from behind him. "Get in the car… NOW!" King didn’t move. The Wanderer had dug just deep enough into that darkness to show him a taste of what he used to be. She wanted him to give in to what he was and accept it, but she hadn’t expected his will to not become what he despised to be so strong.
"King." It was his trigger. His emotionless face stared blankly at The Wanderer. Darkened eyes made direct contact with hers as a slight smirk formed out of the corner of his mouth. Her smile of assurance slowly faded as she realized she didn’t have him in her grasp any longer. Before she could reach out and take wrath on a failed attempt of corruption King turned and ran towards the Impala. His palms lay flat on the hood as he jumped up and into the open window in a way that would of made the Dukes proud. Dean stepped on it hitting the gas with force that made King jerk forward. As Dean sped away from the asylum King turned to look back only to see nothing. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and sat back in his seat.
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Sam Winchester
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Post by Sam Winchester on May 25, 2006 16:19:26 GMT -5
Whatever the hell that thing was that was following them had Hannibal King. Granted, in the few moments they'd been in each other's company, Sam had found the guy to be an ass. That wonderful character trait didn't mean King had to be left at the mercy of the woman, the one who kept popping up wherever they were.
She radiated something Sam didn't believe possible- pure evil. She gave off a vibe that made him sick to his stomach, made horrifying images fly through his mind in the form of twisted premonitions. She had sparked the confrontation in the bar, somehow goading him into punching King.
Checking the shot gun at his brother's instruction, Sam saw it was loaded with salt pellets. He clicked the slide shut and held the gun in both hands, knowing deep in the pit of his stomach it would take something a hell of a lot stronger than rock salt to kill that thing, that woman. Rolling down his window, Sam waited til the Imapala swung to a stop in front of the abandoned asylum. He boosted himself through the open window, bracing himself on the roof as he levelled the shot gun at the open door.
King came sprinting toward them, diving through the open back window and landing in Alex's lap. Sam glimpsed the woman standing in the open doors and a cold smile curled his lips. His finger tensed on the trigger, even as Dean grabbed him by the leg of his jeans, trying to pull him back in. "I've got the shot!" Sam yelled, sighting down the barrel.
"Dude, get your ass in the car now!" Dean yelled back, gunning the Impala's engine.
Exhaling, Sam took his finger off the trigger and slithered back into the car. He hadn't fully settled in his seat before Dean was putting some serious distance between them, the asylum and the woman. Glancing over his shoulder, Sam saw that she was gone.
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The Wanderer
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Post by The Wanderer on May 25, 2006 16:29:42 GMT -5
"King." The word was barely audible through the pulse roaring in her ears, but the Wanderer knew what it mean. Her already tenuous hold over King's dark side was slipping and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold onto it.
King's head turned toward the open doors of the asylum and she saw the black Impala idling there. Rage, thick and black, surged through her body and she stepped back from King, her lips peeling back from her teeth in a snarl. Without warning, King suddenly bolted for the door and the false salvation waiting in the Impala. The Wanderer started after him and stopped just at the threshold, seeing the shot gun that Sam Winchester had pointed at her chest.
She knew he wanted to pull the trigger, to watch her body jerk from the impact of the shells loaded in it. He didn't want her to get up again, to have the rock salt loaded in the shells to be enough to stop her. But he knew better, even as his index finger tightened on the trigger. The snarl faded, replaced by a cold smile. Time seemed to slow to a near stop as they stared at each other over the roof of the Impala, the barrel of the shot gun between them.
"I'll see you soon, Samuel Winchester," the Wanderer whispered and faded into the shadows. She had tasted the darkness that lived deep within Hannibal King and she knew just how to get it to come out and play. She would manipulate it to her advantage, use it to track the foursome. Just as soon as she was done with the asylum.
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Post by Alex Sutherland on May 28, 2006 22:43:11 GMT -5
Eyes locked on the woman, and felt them locked back. It sent a tingle up the back of her neck. Lips pursed together hearing Sam's voice about taking the shot. If he didn't she would have. Back Impala door got closed by Sam hitting against it As Alex pushed up to get her aim once more. This time she parted in a audible gasp as a form came flying through the window. Fact of the matter was she wasn't quite expecting it. If anything she though Sam was moving around. She was wrong. But in the back of her mind she was still bothered about that woman.
The woman who seemed to bore through her gaze, give her that same feeling the institute had. A feeling she couldn't shake. Part of her knew that it had been her voice to call to King. The other woman wanted him. To keep him. It bothered her, something about it bothered her. Within the brief moment she'd been lost in thought she felt her form pressed against. Landing awkwardly on the Impala's back seat. Thumb was barely able to press the safety when the gun was bounced from her grip as wrist hit the seat. Lashes fluttered for a moment as she glanced over her chest to the blonde head resting there. Form shifted slightly.
Alex could feel his hand up against her ribs, his other arm against her side. Attempting to move her right knee bucked moving up against his side and the back of the bench seat. Arm pulled down, as fingers tangled into his sandy hair. Now feeling the dig of his belt buckle against her hip. "...King..." Pressing his head up from her chest she moved to shift once again. Working her shoulders back as she attempted to press up with the use of the second back door of the black powerhouse. Eyes darted towards the front seat, after Dean gunned the car once more. Elbow propped up against the open window of the door helping to pull herself free from under Hannibal. Feeling his touch sliding down against her, Alex tried anything she could not to think of him.
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Post by Hannibal King on May 29, 2006 0:17:29 GMT -5
King’s heart was racing. He was able to freely think now that he was away from whatever that creature was and his mind only wanted one thing to get away, far away. Too preoccupied King hardly took in that he was now in the back seat of the Impala with someone underneath him. The minimum room for movement gave issues with the separating. Brining his hand up it spread along the ribcage of the slender body beneath him. His other arm was between the seat and the body. Slender fingers ran through his hair as his hips pushed in as he tried to sit up. "...King..." The voice was soothing just how he remembered it. She always had a way with saying his name that just made it incredibly sexy. His eyes slowly met up with hers as she worked with the door to free herself. For a moment he was just locked on her, it had been awhile since they were this close. He could still feel her under him as she worked to free her hips. It brought back thoughts of past times they were in that position. Snapping out of it he realized where he was. Hands gripped her sides as he pushed himself off of her falling back as Dean hit the gas. Slightly hitting his head against the frame of the window.
Leaning against the seat he looked across from him at the beauty before him. The few strands or brown hair that always seemed to land over her face. The way her brown eyes somehow managed to stand out. Her face even when it was without any smile at all still gave off the same beauty every time he looked at her. A slight smile crossed his face as her eyes met with his. His eyes shifted from her to Dean, “thanks for the lift buddy, thought I was a goner there.” King was back to his old ways. He was free of the thing that saw the darkness deep within him. He kept the smile across his face but inside he was worried. Worried of what the Wanderer saw within him she wanted so much. Hannibal was sure that he had locked that demon up long ago but within a few seconds she had it out wanting to play. It scared King. Maybe he wasn’t as safe as he thought.
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Dean Winchester
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"That fabric softener teddy bear... Ooh. I wanna hunt that little bitch down."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 10, 2006 3:28:07 GMT -5
“You wanna move that giant melon you call a head?” Dean barked eyeing the pair squirming in the backseat, his eye fixating on Hannibal. He was irritated. What had started out as a simple reconnaissance to Byberry had turned into a virtual shit-storm in a matter of minutes. There were likely good points to the guy Alex used to run with, he was sure, but at the moment the guy seemed more of a liability than an asset. For starters the jerk-ass had tailed them all the way down the boulevard, cutting off several cars in the process of trying to prove he was the Alpha male, and second… what was with getting starry-eyed over the bimbo? Heavily Dean sighed. He was not in any mood to baby-sit this guy, and what had started the day before as a two-man team was turning into a goddamned cluster-fuck. His foot depressed the accelerator harder as he tried his best to tune out the heavy breathing and awkward first-base action in the backseat. His hand fumbled for a tape from the cardboard box next to his seat. Without caring what the music was he managed to slam a tape into the head unit. And before he was able to quickly change his choice; for fear of looking the fool; Dean was forced to sit though Journey’s Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) , one of the single worst angsty songs regarding ruined love. Teeth grit as his hands white knuckled the steering wheel. This was like reliving a bad junior dance mixed with driving a bunch of rambunctious teenagers to the Jersey shore. The trip back to the hotel room couldn’t have felt any longer.
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Post by Davis King on Jun 17, 2006 1:27:10 GMT -5
"Woah!" Came the exclaimed cry as he hurdled over the bumper of an old car and up the chain link fence. Large black dog at his heels, it's teeth bearing towards the red head, with a mean growl and bark. Sweat dotted his brow just under spiked hairline. Even against the cool night air his cheeks had a flush bringing out the slight freckles. Denim legs launched over the top of the fence as the soles of the Doc Martins hit against the metal. At about the same time the rabid dog had lunged at it. Hands released the fence as he landed oddly against the dirt. Brows quirked as the dog went crazy against the fence where he was. Lips pulled into a smirk as he laughed at the dog. "Wussy!"
The taunt only seemed to make the junk yard dog madder. Form backed up as the dog attacked the fence. After he realized it wasn't going to get threw fingertips hit against his puffed chest. Head shook as he turned on the heels of his boots making his way to the old maverick parked along the side. Keys jingled from his pocket as he got closer to the old car. He'd bought it from a junk heap and cleaned it up, worked out the body and added a new paint job. With a huff he dropped against the leather seat pulling a cell phone from his jacket pocket.
Engine rumbled to life as it pulled off on to the road, kicking up gravel behind the tires. Screen of the cell was blank. No voice mail. No text messages. No missed calls. Grumbling the red head glanced up at the road then back down to his phone. In two programmed keys it was dialing a familiar number. One of his older brother, Hannibal King. When he heard noise on the other side he didn't wait for his brother to get a word in. "King, dude...where the hell are you?"
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Post by Hannibal King on Jun 17, 2006 4:16:47 GMT -5
As soon as King got out his thank you the older brother shot back with a snappy comment. “You wanna move that giant melon you call a head?” Hannibal shot a glance in his direction leaning forward as if he wanted to say something in return. Biting his tongue instead he let his body return to the seat. The man in the driver’s seat had an attitude about him and taunting him would probably result in a punch in the face. King had enough of those for one day so he decided quickly to keep his joker mouth shut. At least where Dean couldn’t hear it. Turning to Alex he mouthed, “Grrrrooowl” while he made a scratching gesture with his hand. King caught a small smile start to break the emotionless face but that was stopped cold. Her eyes narrowed on King reading what the rebel already knew, she was angry. Trying to escape the look his eyes wondered off back to the anger fest up front. Watching as Dean grew even more tense as he fumbled for a tape.
Besides the well chosen song the car remained silent for the most part. Thoughts of where they were headed crossed King’s mind a couple of times but he didn’t bother asking. Inside he knew well enough it be a hotel, so it would only prove worthless to try and liven up the atmosphere by a stupid question. Leaning his head against the glass King let a slight sigh escape his busted lip. Thoughts slipped slightly as he caught glimpse of the fast paced scenery fly by. Soon thoughts of regret surfaced. Hannibal regretted coming to this town and finding her truck on the side of the road. Perhaps he should of just stayed in the shadows and let her continue to live without him helping. Shaking off those thoughts King’s glance slowly moved to Alex. She was starring out her window as well, maybe the song added to the need to just escape to the outside world. It was too late to take back what he’d done and most of him didn’t care. King was a man who jumped the gun almost always when it revolved around Alex, but King knew that when they reached wherever they were headed Alex would let him have it. Interfering with her life after all the years of never being there. Truth was he had been there just always out of eyesight. Alex didn’t know the whole story and King wanted her to. Maybe that’s why he stepped out in the light this time. Yeah, she had seen him ahead of schedule but King never really was good with keeping things organized. It killed King that the woman he once loved probably hated him for deserting her. Eyes went back to the window watching the blur outside whiz by.
King remembered the day he could of sworn whatever heart he had left stopped beating. The day he read the note she was leaving and he wasn’t coming along. As cheesy as it sounded to King as he relived the moment in his mind it was real, and it did damage to him. For a man in love it was the worse feeling to come home to a note saying goodbye. The woman who had saved him from the animal he could of become was leaving, and he wasn’t worth a real goodbye.
King had a six pack of beer and a grocery bag full of other treats as he unlocked the door slowly. Walking in he let a slight smile escape his lips, “Little help here?” Setting the beer on the table he tossed the bag near it allowing some of the contents to slip out. King turned back to the door locking it. He’d just come home from work and a quick stop at the store due to a request made by Alex. A tired body made its way back to the counter grabbing a few things and putting them in pantry. Placing the six pack in the fridge King grabbed a bottle opening it as the door shut behind him. Taking a sip he went back to the bag, “Now, they didn’t have the kind you asked for, but I got your other favorite, so I still get kisses right?” The silence back made King a little uneasy. Normally Alex was quick to a comeback to his silly comments. “Okay, fine then I’ll eat it all by myself. God that’s going to be a lot of calories.” Hannibal’s smile faded from his lips as he walked into the connected living room. “Alex?” Quickly King’s legs carried him to the bedroom, “Alex? Sweets where are you?” Noticing the closet door open King turned back into the hallway out into the living room. “Alex…” He stopped calling for her when he noticed the note on the coffee table. Confused slightly Hannibal made his way towards it. His hand reached down gripping it as he brought it up to read. Eyes skimmed over the words written neatly over the white paper. The stern eyes that were trying hard to stop any emotion from passing were slowly failing. Brown eyes glossed over as tears tried to push there way through. Jaw clenched tight as King’s hand slightly trembled as he crumbled up the letter. Brining the clenched fist up to his chin eyes looked up as a few tears managed to slip through.
So when the day came that her name flashed across his caller id he ignored it. King was in the middle of a business deal with a client that wanted some loose ends tied up, literally. He ignored her call due to the anger and betrayal he let take over him. Bounty hunting was a way Hannibal could focus his emotions from the hurt into something worthwhile, at least what he believed to be. Later that night he found out just why she had called. Hannibal rushed to the hospital as fast as he could. Rushing to the nurses station he looked around to see no one around. Eyes darted to the clock and saw it was well past visiting hours. Hearing footsteps approaching King darted into a room quickly as a doctor and nurse passed by. After a few moments he stepped back out. Reaching over the station’s counter King grabbed a roster and checked the names. Alex Sutherland room 221. Looking around King saw he was at 210, so she wasn’t far. Hannibal started down the hallway looking at the room numbers as they increased. Passing by a gift shop King saw the door was open for maintenance a sly smile crossed his lips as he reached in and grabbed a hold of a bouquet of flowers. Quickly turning back to his room search King counted till he got to 221. His hand gripped the handle as he slowly entered the room. Worried eyes looked over the beaten body and the feelings of anger seemed to drift away. Walking over to her as her eyes remained closed the slight beeping of the machine she was hooked too. King sat the flowers on the table near the bed turning back to Alex. He pulled a chair close to her and sat down watching her sleep. King shifted eyes shooting open as he realized he’d fallen asleep. It was early in the morning about 6 the nurses must just be starting their rounds. He could hear the hustle outside the door as a nurse walked by the window stopping just outside the door to talk to someone. King knew he wouldn’t be able to leave out the door without being questioned. Looking to Alex he leaned over and kissed her lips softly. “I’m sorry…” After the nurse was done with her little conversation she walked into the room. A big smile on her face as she went over to the patient who was just starting to wake up. Looking up to the wide open window, “How did this get open?” she questioned as she walked over to close it. Smiling once again as she returned to Alex's
A cell phone rang out in the silent car jolting King’s mind back to the present. Looking around slightly Hannibal noticed the eyes were on him. That’s when it hit him it was his phone. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his cell phone flipping it open. Bringing it up to his ear he was about to say hello when the voice of his brother spoke up from the other end. "King, dude...where the hell are you?" Sitting up King looked around the car wondering where actually was, “Well Dave, I’m on a drive…”
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