Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Dec 8, 2006 9:01:14 GMT
The evil smirk again. "Yes, so true, so true. I personally prefer the destruction of my other... but, then, I have my personal investments in that particular incident, so perhaps I'm biased in that respect."
That one was a VERY close runner up to the Massacre... she had concocted some horrible bleeding heart tale of a dying orphan in need of the relief only Amnesty could provide... It had been SO outrageously touching that she wondered how Amnesty had failed to see it for the fake that it was.
She had expected Ami to come alone, as she had long lived by herself, far away on Wutai... she'd even shut Squall out of her life as the endless burden of other people's pain began to wreck her... but she brought their brother along for this final Sacrifice, a measure for which Xima was not fully unprepared. Seperating them was a fairly easy matter... She merely had Amnesty sent for via a messenger (who was killed shortly after in a suspicious car crash), claiming someone knew her life was in danger-- ironically, the claim was quite true-- while her brother was gone to get them some food for the duration of Ami's visit.
She appeared punctually at the rendevous point, a darkened garage... and when she saw Rufus come out of the shadows, she almost swallowed her own tongue... it was a definite help to shock value that he was carrying a lump of nearly unrecognizeable metal that he tossed casually at her feet... the chain she once wore around her neck, flung at him as she left him to die in a helicopter crash. I gave him a few moments to spar with her... and finally, as planned, we took advantage of the ravages of her premature age, the deformation of years of CARING too much... from behind her I came, and only after the stick of solid steel was plunged into her back did she realize who had ambushed her... we stood over her slowly expiring corpse, waiting for life to ebb from her...
I called my mother and asked her to come open the Dark Netherspace for us, but as she was on her way, we heard a sound in the garage... someone had followed her. We hid ourselves in the darkness to see who it was before attacking... my turncoat youngest brother. His DEAR sister was all but deceased by the time he reached her... I moved to attack, but Rufus waved me back... I knew he was right... it was too soon to reveal myself to the world, only a few days after my resurrection, and the chances were too great that he could escape me... Dark joy filled me as I saw how horrifically I had hurt him, and tasted vengeance for my mother's disappointment in him... Her blood drained onto his clothes as he tried to revive her and persuade her to hold on until he could find help... she knew what he would not accept... she was dying too fast for anyone to help her... I heard her last words, and knew happiness almost equal to that I felt with the birth of my daughter...
"You left me alone to die once... don't do it again."
He tried to protest and say nothing had changed... he still refused to sit by and watch her die... but he did not need to sit by and watch for long... his words were barely spoken when she forced a painful smile onto her face, one which none of us believed for a moment... she closed her eyes and succumbed to my poison. He kept calling her, but there was no one to answer him... it took all I had to not scream with enthusiasm at sweet revenge taken at last, and in the silence I could hear weeping, a sound almost as sweet as my exultation would have been... he left to find help, still stubbornly thinking she could be saved... my mother arrived before he could return, and we carried her stiffening corpse to the Dark Netherspace... we stowed it away in one of the old stasis tubes I had collected from the old laboratories, and I had someone in mind to take a place in each empty "trophy case"...
He was left to tell the others what he had found, and in the end was not strong enough... he simply told them she had disappeared and I was to blame, for he had sensed my presence not too far away... Squall went out to search for her, and he had not the heart to tell him he was searching for the misplaced corpse of his dead sister... he quickly took his place in the trophy case, as well.
I did manage to reach into her mind as my blade entered her back... memories flashed through her mind, and one stood out... Rufus' oath to one day wait for the heroes to have offspring and kill them all for stealing our son away... strangely, it became nearly the opposite... we killed the heroes and their children rose against us in their places...
"And what do you most look forward to doing here? What will you do differently, with a chance to do it again?" Her hands roamed over his body, her eyes closed and her voice low. "I believe, for example..." She alternated her words with repeated kisses, each one deeper than the last. "... that when we kill Amnesty again... we should chain her to a chair in our room... slice her wrists... let her slowly bleed to death... with her eyes pried open... to watch us in our bed... let that pure, chaste mind of hers... be exposed in its last moments... to our marvelous sin..." The very thought prompted her to moan with pleasure, pressing herself against her mate, her lips moving greedily on his... That settles it. I know nothing that cannot be used as a weapon...
That one was a VERY close runner up to the Massacre... she had concocted some horrible bleeding heart tale of a dying orphan in need of the relief only Amnesty could provide... It had been SO outrageously touching that she wondered how Amnesty had failed to see it for the fake that it was.
She had expected Ami to come alone, as she had long lived by herself, far away on Wutai... she'd even shut Squall out of her life as the endless burden of other people's pain began to wreck her... but she brought their brother along for this final Sacrifice, a measure for which Xima was not fully unprepared. Seperating them was a fairly easy matter... She merely had Amnesty sent for via a messenger (who was killed shortly after in a suspicious car crash), claiming someone knew her life was in danger-- ironically, the claim was quite true-- while her brother was gone to get them some food for the duration of Ami's visit.
She appeared punctually at the rendevous point, a darkened garage... and when she saw Rufus come out of the shadows, she almost swallowed her own tongue... it was a definite help to shock value that he was carrying a lump of nearly unrecognizeable metal that he tossed casually at her feet... the chain she once wore around her neck, flung at him as she left him to die in a helicopter crash. I gave him a few moments to spar with her... and finally, as planned, we took advantage of the ravages of her premature age, the deformation of years of CARING too much... from behind her I came, and only after the stick of solid steel was plunged into her back did she realize who had ambushed her... we stood over her slowly expiring corpse, waiting for life to ebb from her...
I called my mother and asked her to come open the Dark Netherspace for us, but as she was on her way, we heard a sound in the garage... someone had followed her. We hid ourselves in the darkness to see who it was before attacking... my turncoat youngest brother. His DEAR sister was all but deceased by the time he reached her... I moved to attack, but Rufus waved me back... I knew he was right... it was too soon to reveal myself to the world, only a few days after my resurrection, and the chances were too great that he could escape me... Dark joy filled me as I saw how horrifically I had hurt him, and tasted vengeance for my mother's disappointment in him... Her blood drained onto his clothes as he tried to revive her and persuade her to hold on until he could find help... she knew what he would not accept... she was dying too fast for anyone to help her... I heard her last words, and knew happiness almost equal to that I felt with the birth of my daughter...
"You left me alone to die once... don't do it again."
He tried to protest and say nothing had changed... he still refused to sit by and watch her die... but he did not need to sit by and watch for long... his words were barely spoken when she forced a painful smile onto her face, one which none of us believed for a moment... she closed her eyes and succumbed to my poison. He kept calling her, but there was no one to answer him... it took all I had to not scream with enthusiasm at sweet revenge taken at last, and in the silence I could hear weeping, a sound almost as sweet as my exultation would have been... he left to find help, still stubbornly thinking she could be saved... my mother arrived before he could return, and we carried her stiffening corpse to the Dark Netherspace... we stowed it away in one of the old stasis tubes I had collected from the old laboratories, and I had someone in mind to take a place in each empty "trophy case"...
He was left to tell the others what he had found, and in the end was not strong enough... he simply told them she had disappeared and I was to blame, for he had sensed my presence not too far away... Squall went out to search for her, and he had not the heart to tell him he was searching for the misplaced corpse of his dead sister... he quickly took his place in the trophy case, as well.
I did manage to reach into her mind as my blade entered her back... memories flashed through her mind, and one stood out... Rufus' oath to one day wait for the heroes to have offspring and kill them all for stealing our son away... strangely, it became nearly the opposite... we killed the heroes and their children rose against us in their places...
"And what do you most look forward to doing here? What will you do differently, with a chance to do it again?" Her hands roamed over his body, her eyes closed and her voice low. "I believe, for example..." She alternated her words with repeated kisses, each one deeper than the last. "... that when we kill Amnesty again... we should chain her to a chair in our room... slice her wrists... let her slowly bleed to death... with her eyes pried open... to watch us in our bed... let that pure, chaste mind of hers... be exposed in its last moments... to our marvelous sin..." The very thought prompted her to moan with pleasure, pressing herself against her mate, her lips moving greedily on his... That settles it. I know nothing that cannot be used as a weapon...