07/24/13

She stood naked save for the knee-high combat boots and rectangular framed glasses in the dark room. The place was absent of furnishings and the city lights cast a hazy glow through the open window. We're the same you and I. 
 "I am nothing like you."  She pulled something from her boot and flung it into the darkest corner. 
She heard a soft chuckle deep within her bones. You think a blade will stop me? 
"No, but it's all I have for now." She moved to the window. She could feel him in the shadows, watching her. Waiting. I still consume your thoughts, don't I?  A shiver ran down her spine and she forced herself to stand taller. "Release me." 
The door behind her swung open and harsh light flooded the room. She refused to cover herself, but allowed herself a small smirk when she noticed the four nibs imbedded in the right shoulder of his trench coat and the fountain pen in his chest. He did little to hide it from her as well, they were both far to familiar with each other to resort to such things. You can't run from me. 
"I wouldn't dare." 
 We are one. 
"I am no longer that person, I'm a writer." 
But you're writing our story, nothing's changed.  
"I'm writing my story, you were a part of my life once." 
 I still am 
"No." She sidestepped him and made her way to the door. He grabbed her wrist as she past him and suffered through her glare. She twisted out of his hold and heartlessly removed the items she had used for weapons. 
You know you can't leave me 
"I'm not leaving you, I'm separating our lives." 
 That won't work  
"Then I'll do something else" She spun around and headed for the entryway. 
I'll be here when you're done. 
"I know." She didn't look back .  

Ellipsis

The wall collided with her face sending stars across her vision. The surprise alone sent her tumbling to the floor below. She ignored the blood trickling down her neck as she stood to face her attacker. A white clad gentleman in coattails, he stood motionless in her doorway. The world stood still between them for what could have been hours, her eyes held him captive as an unspoken dialogue passed between them. A soft nudge pushed her forward and she took the moment to press an attack of her own. A quick swing on the right and a jab from the left but he deftly avoided each and countered with a swift strike of his fist to her midsection. She found the floor again and his foot on her back strong encouraged her to stay down this time. She nodded her surrender and rolled onto her back to look up at him.
"Why must you resist every time, my dear?" He didn't meet her gaze as he knelt down.
"Why do mock the suit of a gentleman?" She put as much venom as she could into her words.
His gloved hand wrapped around her neck and pinned her to the floor as the other began unbuttoning her blouse; "I never meant to mock this suit, dear. I simply felt your connection to it and thought you might prefer this look. If you don't, then I'll remove it."
"Nothing you wear will change what you are."
"Say it." His hand caressed her bare breast and move down along her side to her thighs.
"No."
He moved closer to her. "Say what I am."
"I can't"
He was on top of her now, her bare skin pressed again the harsh fabric of his clothing. The hand on her neck moved to cradle her head as he pulled her in for a deep kiss.
Her lips moved to form his name, a voiceless word but enough for now.
His hand again explored her body as he watched her shift under his touch. She swatted at his hand in a vain attempt to stop him but a firm tug on her hair and she was his again.

Cold Wind's Howl

Silence pressed itself against her lips as she surveyed the chaos around her. Down below her window the city's streets where ablaze, men and women ran this way and that as if there was an escape. She neither feared the flames nor felt remorse for those contending with them, only the cold emptiness that had filled her since the beginning. "Why do you torment yourself by watching those cretins?" A voice from her door  intruded. "they do this every night, it must get boring." 
"It's the only truth still flowing through this town," She turned to look at the shadowed figure in her doorway. "they may repeat over and over but at least they're still breathing."
"I think you overrate breath"
"I'm sure you do. But you've been living this for far longer, I'm not as cynical." 
"Yet" He tugged at the chain secured to her neck, beckoning her to him. "I'm a patient man, one day you'll see things as I do." 
She stood close enough to have felt his chest raise and fall if he ever took a breath. "There's nothing that would cause me to abandon them as you have."
"They abandoned us, why should we care what happened next?" 
"We belonged with them once-"
"Once, 'til they discovered our nature and cast us aside. Let the world burn my dear, join me tonight." 
She hesitated. 
"I don't want to force you beloved." 
"I know." 
"Just keep your eyes on me, don't even look their way." 
She nodded and he lead her away. Down the hallways, through the flames that never touched them. Twisting this way and that to avoid the city dwellers defending what they could in desperate slow motion as they did every night. He pulled her closer as they reached the top most floor of the tower. She pulled the hidden lever he guided her through to the balcony. He wrapped his arms around as they looked out across the cityscape. His voice rang out in the utter nothingness, a simple tune from a year long past. A fitting song of chaos and fire from a world no longer here.