Post by Judi Strange on Jun 26, 2021 11:53:24 GMT -7
"A Malicious Fever burns..In our hearts, in our veins.
Your blood, my blood- All blood runs the same."
A deep gasping inhale, the first signs of life in the nearly abandoned, squatters apartment in Hells Kitchen. In inhalation did not sound healthy, but rather labored as eyes fluttered open, and the figure bolted up to sitting. Red hair draped fair features, the weather outside a blistering 90, the air was rife with urban decay- but in here it seemed hotter still the the womb of hell itself.
Moving to her knees, the figure ran a right hand up to caress her face, it felt sticky and the white on her index, and middlemost finger reminded her once again why that was. The left did likewise, only this hand pulled back red.
"Oh, there I am." She looked over, saw the rather decoratively killed ex John she knew from the row as "Morning" the hitter. before the devil put her out the window and made her whole he used to come by and let his passions vent on the girls. "Not anymore," she mused as she still on knees padded over to pick up in the torrent of blood his wallet. It pulled a smile from Mary, but really wasn't Typhoid really more suiting on such nights?
"My my aren't we- weren't we..connected big man?" The statement as she looked through his life, wife even- pity. Still she was better off with him seeping into the squatters den. The banter was real to cover up a nagging in the back of her mind. How long had she been gone? How long had She been chemically or electroshocked into nothing?
Truth be told, before seeing Morning, she didn't remember a thing, where she had been- perhaps seeing an old playmate work up something, perhaps he did. Either way it didn't matter, she was back and apparently these splendid little scraps of nothing were now in the corridors of power, a veritable poison that begat poison.
She was surprised, the Devil himself usually kept his hell cleaner than this, maybe he was dead? There was a time between them and things that could be said- more if he weren't so naive and knee bent in the pew of goodness.
A groan pulled her attention, it delighted her apparently Morning was..well living a whole new morning, and they could spend it together. Delightful pillow talk and all. "Been a while, I hope you'll forgive my bed head and messy makeup.." She rose, pulling from her boot a stiletto as she did. "my my you have been so busy while I've been away- Aide no less, come tell Mary everything." She sauntered close, lazily, playfully with a voice that was pure, polished honey with an edge of cold behind the pleasantry.
She slid a hand up into his hair, yanked it back hard, all while cooing. "It's either shock or you don't remember me, don't worry we have all the time in thew world to remember each other.. Might be a little rough, but we'll get there.....
"I-It's you! It's that woman!! Oh, god no-- Have to warn..Myself..."