Thoughts caressed her mind as she wandered around the Underground layers of the city she called home. Tunes played withing the wells of her ears, kissing the thoughts of that monster away while she focused upon herself for once. She was strong. Stronger than ever. She had the training to kill, to maim, to make sweet passionate love. But still her mind wandered back to his face. That masked horror which brought her pleasure, brought her pain... The bittersweet madness that corrupted her mind, taunted her will to enjoy the found hopes of love, Raksha.. That bitter woman.. She was.. So sweet.. So maddening with lusts beyond her own capability then there was Plague.. The man that ruined everything. The man that made her fuck everything up. The man that made her backstab the one whom she would never be able to forget about. It was as if he had apparated out of thin air and appeared within her once again. She knew it would happen. She knew he would come to claim what was his. But she would fight. She would kill. She would do what ever it took to gain back that... Trust? Raksha would never trust Perfect. Not after what happened. Not how Perfect followed in Black's shadow. Not how.. Growling at the thoughts that ran through her mind, slipping through the narrow corridoors within her mind, covering it with words of silk.. "Go to him.." It was as if her mind had been swallowed in the quake of the earth, stomped on, torn apart and she screamed at the tops of her lungs, for as loud and as long as she possibly could. Nothing could ever shake the pain he caused her. Nothing would be able to take back what happened those years ago. "There must be something.." The torture he put her through, the agonizing pain that overwhelmed her body, the madness that dripped like venom being milked from a cobra poisoned her body like the Bubonic Plague. Shaking her head slowly, she growled at how she was thinking, how she was acting. Everything changed. Everything was different. Nothing would be the same...
Minutes turned into hours as she paced up and down a single street, not bothing to care of those whom stared at her. She was mad. Crazy. Psychotic and she didn't give two shits either. Nothing mattered but the words that would be spoken to him. If he ever showed his face to her after all he put her through. She was his little pet. His little fuck toy. To mess with, to corrupt, to show no mercy. Nothing ever bothered her, nothing ever mattered. She didn't matter at this point in time and that was when it struck her. Her hand curled into a tight fist and she turned in a violent rage, smashing her fist into the brick wall. The concrete that filled the gaps cracked under the pressure of her fist, the bricks made a budge but stayed where they were and she pulled her hand away to see the crater her hand had made. Giving it a shake to release the muscles and fling away the shards that cut into her flesh, she whinced. Looking down at it, her hand hung there, pain surged throughout her body as she lifted her fingers. Noting that she had either fractured her wrist or she broke several bones, she dropped both hands and walked away from the sight, just as a man had walked past her then backtracked. She truly wasn't in the mood to be dealing with humans, nor their concerns. She was a tough girl. Hey, if she could handle the amount of pain Black laid out to her, she was sure as hell that a few broken bones wouldn't be as bad.
The streets grew dull as the humans started filtering away back to their homes, then came the most surprising of all features, the whores! Oh now she was happy! Smirking to herself as she passed by a good number of them, a light, sadistic laugh filtered through her lips as she wandered on, weaving in and out of crowds, breaking up conversations as she moved right through them, she laughed. Death.. It was everywhere but tonight, death wasn't on her agenda. Plague was. He would always be there but now it was time to settle old matters and move on from those mistakes.
