Quake it off

Cass. 27. Sequence XI. Maverick. Berserker. Seismokinesis. Acoustokinesis.

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PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

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“You know, if you were a bomb it’d be a lot easier. Fire and metal…I don’t about these things. I could help you. But this…I don’t know how I possibly could. You’re still you, nothing can take that away from you. Cass, c’mon.” His voice was desperate as his hands reached out for her face once more. He was scared, no, terrified she was going to lose herself in this mess. Once lost, you couldn’t get yourself back. There were pieces of your soul that you just couldn’t simply pick up and put back in its place.  “I’m here Cass. You didn’t lose anything. And you won’t. No matter what happens - happened, I promised to help you. I keep my promises.”   As much as she wouldn’t believe him, since she found out about PRIME…he hadn’t lied a single time. About anything. It was too late, he knew that. But Chris didn’t - couldn’t - fix anything with her. This was him trying to do her right, help her. Not only for her. But for himself. If no one was willing to help you fix yourself, you had to it on your own. Her reaction had him taken aback. Not that he didn’t expect it, no, actually, he didn’t expect himself to say anything like that. He was taken aback by himself. The silence between them lasted for a while. Quiet seconds that he could see her mind working, eyes filling with tears and her insides slowly shattering. Beneath his fingers, crumbling into pieces as he could do nothing but watch. His eyes were wide, shifting  searching for something in her face. Chris didn’t know what he should do. It slipped, he didn’t think. Wasn’t in control of himself. There was something deep within in, scared, pacing. Fearing rejection that he knew would come. It was complicated, the way fears worked in people that didn’t know how love worked. Never been on the other way of receiving it. He had given a lot of times when he was still young and naive. Given and given, hoping to make people proud. Look at him differently. With love. Being accepted. He felt like she could stare into his soul at that moment. Him. His past. All of his insecurities and secrets. And he was helplessly frozen in his place.  Chris snapped out of his trance, was pulled back up to the surface as he felt her fingers on his jaw that slowly trailed down to his lips. He remained motionless, stiff. But his eyes had changed. Looked directly at her again as she fought for the right words. By then, his hands had slid down towards her arms, further down to her wrists as she caressed his face. Her answer didn’t surprise him in a way. He wouldn’t choose himself either, which wasn’t Chris drowning in self-pity. He’s been doing his thing for over thirty years, There wasn’t much he had to offer, aside from a higher risk of being found out by PRIME for her. This wasn’t him questioning her, her words didn’t match her eyes, her voice. He smiled sadly, lips pressed against her wrist for a short moment. “But we’re not. We can’t be different right now. But if you want to pretend we are…if you need help…you know where to find me. Anytime.”

[cassie-monroe]

Rough tremors started to shake beneath them. The containers around them creaked and ached in response. The gravel on the ground shifted and bumped around, the cement cracked. In all honesty, she was surprised she managed to keep it together for this long. She decided not to try to stop them. If anything they’d keep other people away if they got bad enough. Cassie could feel her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. Everyone always dreams about finding that person who fits you like a puzzle piece. The person who understands you and sees you for exactly who or what you are and loves you through it. That is the goal in life- to find that perfect person and be happy. What they never told you was that you could find them and not get to be happy. They could be everything you needed. Everything you wanted. Set a fire in your soul that would never be put out and it could make your life miserable. They don’t tell you that that person- that missing piece of your puzzle could be warped by the time paths cross. Battered and broken from the hardships of life and while it still fits, it doesn’t fit well enough to finish the picture. It’s still off. it’s still wrong.

Small hands fell from his face to grasp the fabric at the front of his uniform. Cassie’s finger slowly traced over the logo that had brought all of this on them. PRIME. That company had a funny way of ruining her life every chance it was able to. It had taken her normalcy. Her family. Her friends. And now him, though she had lost him before they even got a chance to start anything. It was easy to forget that. And still those words were burning at the tip of her tongue. Words she couldn’t say. It didn’t matter if she loved him, it wouldn’t change anything and again, saying it would only make it worse. Chris knew. He knew because she wore her feelings like a mask. It would have been written on her face. In her eyes. In the way she looked at him like he was the only person on earth. Like he was the beautifully calm centre of a storm. How she gripped him tight because she never wanted to let him go. He wasn’t the only one completely enamoured and terrified of what they felt. “I wish we could” she nodded her head, knowing full well that pretending couldn’t happen. None of it could and that was the hardest part. She needed to find a way to hate him again. For whatever reason because she knew herself. She knew that if she wasn’t allowed to love him she had to go for the extreme opposite. There was no in between for them. 

“People know when I’ve been around you. I get read all the time- my boss can-” She paused, not wanting to get into Noah being able to tell by smell which was still creepy to her. “-just tell” her eyes, which were only magnified by the glossy tears that still collected in them trailed up to meet his once more. He was sad. That much was obvious. So was she, though her sadness was more obvious thanks to the consistent tremors that engulfed a small area around them. She gave him a weak smile and a curt nod of her head. The small girl still hadn’t dared to move away from him, standing firmly with as much of her body pressed against him as possible. And yet anytime she looked away from him everything inside her shattered. She longed for him without even being separated from him “We can’t pretend anymore, Chris. We tried pretending and it was more like handing each other the bullets to the guns we were each holding. We both knew how this would end- I don’t want to feel that all over again. I don’t think I could handle it- we can only break each other’s hearts so many times before the damage is irreversible” and for some reason, she felt like getting her her broken by him time and time again might not be so bad. “We’re already broken enough”

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It was almost frustrating how little she allowed him to help her. What did he expect? Cass was too proud and too stubborn to take someone’s hand, even if it could save her. She hasn’t seen monsters. Certainly was far from being one herself. They didn’t see themselves as such, but others did. She thought she was one of them, while she couldn’t have been more wrong. “Look at me. I’m not dead, You’re still you. Give yourself another chance. You were the one to tell me that.” She wouldn’t. He knew that. He couldn’t even do her right, not even after dying for…because of her. She was losing herself in the chaos they were and no matter how hard he tried to pick up the pieces and set them back in place, she wouldn’t allow him.  People could only take so much. They’d reach a point where no screaming, no tears could fight your demons off anymore. When you give in, let them devour you and become the shell of a human you once used to be. He wanted to stop that from happening, chase the storm she was to help her. But he didn’t know how and he doubted he was the right person for that.  They were destroying each other. But if this was how he’d die…he’d embrace it. He couldn’t leave knowing she was going down the same path he was. It was different. Chris didn’t care about people and no one relied on him. He was doing his own thing, doing whatever he had to do to pay his debts. But Cass…she had family, friends. People who loved her. She had managed to silence his demons, but he was helpless when it came to hers. Licking his chapped lips, Chris’ voice was soft as he spoke to her. “You were a light to me. Showed me how things could be, if it weren’t…for a lot of other crap. You were the first person that cared without demanding anything in return. You make mistakes, you’re mad as fuck Cass. You can be a pain in the ass and sometimes I wish you were deaf and couldn’t talk. You drive me mad, absolutely fucking nuts. You could kill me a thousand times and I’d still be standing here, telling you exactly that. That i’d still take that weight off your shoulders so you don’t have to carry it. Maybe that’s how little I care about myself. Or maybe that’s how much I care about you. “ 

When she leaned up again, he wanted to grab her and pull her away. Not because this wasn’t exactly what he wanted. What everything inside him screamed for; it felt too much like she was saying goodbye. To what? A man she was supposed to hate? To an almost.  They had never been anything, just something. She could do better, deserved better. He had no rights, didn’t own her. No one could. Cass wasn’t someone that could be trapped or caged. She was free and that’s what he fell in love with. Her freedom. Her light. The way her demons seemed to dance with his so well. Instead of pulling away, he leaned into the kiss. Just for a second. Savoring the moment while he could. Not daring to intesify it or leave the safety she provided. She didn’t answer his question, not quite. But he understood. There was no way this situation wouldn’t end in bloodshed. Not today, maybe not tomorrow. But they’d face each other again, forced to fight for their side. And there was not a single man or woman on this planet that could make him fight her or spill her secret. It was almost predictable how it’d end, but  it made him smile. At least there would be one thing he’d do right in the end. As he pulled away slowly, his lips stayed close enough to brush over hers ever so slightly. A small smile was written on his face as his thumbs wiped away any traces of tears on her face. “I’ll come for you then.” As he leaned forward once more, a string of words left his lips that was only meant for her ears. “I love you” Quietly, hesitantly. Like they weren’t his, like he didn’t know what they meant. They felt alien coming from him, but as he pulled away, he knew it was the only thing he had ever been completely sure of. “You’re stronger than anyone, Cass. You’ll be fine.”

[cassie-monroe]

She wanted to protest him. Tell him he didn’t understand. The thoughts in her mind, the things she did, they were wrong. There was no mistake there. She killed people. She killed him. She hurt people. Broke them because in her mind her survival was more important. Her cause was more important when really, it wasn’t. The Mavericks weren’t more important than a human life. She had judged him for so long for what he did even though she was the same. Maybe the darkness hadn’t consumed her yet, like it had him but it was well on it’s way. She was a hypocrite. “Stop” she whispered, not wanting to hear the things he had to say. Not wanting to hear the fact that he still accepted her even after everything she had done to him when she couldn’t do the same. She couldn’t be the person he needed her to be, to forgive him for what he had done to her. “You can’t carry my burdens, Chris, you just can’t. If you take them, then what am I? Who am I? And you’re right. I’m mad. Chaotic. I’m a walking bomb waiting to go off. I bring down buildings and men like it’s nothing to me. If it wasn’t you who was here, if it was someone else I wouldn’t have even thought to try but I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t lose someone I-” she paused, choosing her words carefully ”I still need- our story isn’t over” her words trailed off quietly as she decided not to finish. They could argue about this for forever and right now she was just too tired for that.

His lips parted from hers too soon. She wanted his passion and his darkness, She needed his demons to dance with hers one more time, to let her know that they were the same- that she wasn’t alone. But he didn’t allow himself to sink into it. To let it consume him this time and she understood why until harsh, hushed words caressed her ear. I love you. Cassie could have sworn that in that moment her heart stopped beating. Her blood stopped flowing. She forgot to breathe. She couldn’t move. Everything inside her was a mixture of boiling hot and freezing cold and all she wanted to do was scream. I love you. I love you. His words didn’t echo or rattle around, they were more like a rock being thrown through a window leaving everything she was shattered around in a thousand little tiny pieces all around them. Little sharp shards that she couldn’t clean up without the fear of cutting herself to pieces. They came out of nowhere and hit her like a truck. She backed away, not enough to leave his grasp, but enough so she could look at him. Really look at him as she processed what had just happened. I love you. Again it shot through her like a bullet forcing its way through flesh. Burning. Tearing. Leaving a hole that might not ever heal. Her mouth was dry. Her eyes darted over his face to try to read him and figure out if what she had heard was real or if it was a figment of her imagination. 

What was she supposed to say to that? How was she supposed to react? Why did he have to tell her that now of all times? While they were here on a mission for their respective sides. Where they were supposed to be enemies. They were supposed to be hating each other. She was moving on from this. From him. From the mess of a pairing, they were. Had started to try to pretend he hadn’t existed even though it wasn’t really possible. Her chin quivered as more tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to flood over. Her fingers moved from the rough surface of his jaw to his lips, trailing her thumb lightly over the soft, bottom lip as she shook her head. ‘I love you too’ Her chaotic heart scream and thrashed, demanding that she shout it out into the cosmos that wanted so hard to laugh at the two of them. So desperate to be loved but so tragically unloved. ‘I love you too’ now it was shrieking. Beating on her ribcage to the point where it physically hurt her “I can’t” Again those words fell out of her mouth. Words she never thought she’d say. She had always been such a firm believer in taking what you wanted and running with it but she knew that if she said those three words she’d be done. There would be no recovering from this. Not a chance of it. It would ruin her. It would consume her. And she wasn’t ready for that yet “I can’t, Chris. I’m sorry” It was the first time her mind was stronger than her soul. Than her very being. But loving him so openly- so raw- meant she had to run from everything she knew again. It put people in danger. Not just her. If it was just her at risk they wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. If it was just her she would have given in already “If things were different- if we were different.” Why did it always have to hurt so much? Love was supposed to be easy and effortless. But it wasn’t. Not for her. Not for them.

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PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

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He felt..lost. Didn’t know what to do or say. How to act, how to response. She wasn’t looking at him like she always did. There was no anger that clouded her eyes. No restraint that held everything back in its place where he couldn’t reach her. Chris hated this. How vulnerable they both were to each other, that he wasn’t in control of the situation — of himself. In the distance, he heard his com go off. Someone talk to him. Maybe a team member, he wasn’t sure. He hadn’t answered his com for a while now and wasn’t planning to in that moment. His smile wasn’t comforting, wasn’t supposed to be. But he understood her. Maybe more than anyone else could. “We’re in this mess, we do what we think is right. And I’ve done…a shitload of things out of my own free will as well. But you didn’t. You made a mistake, you slipped. Whatever. I’m still standing here. Twice. Man, either you’re a shitty killer or I’m hard to get rid of.” The elder muttered jokingly, trying to lift the mood just a little. It seemed like he could never do anything right. Hurt her, over and over again. And he knew how to stop it, had to avoid her. But he was a more selfish man than he had thought. 

The man visibly tensed as she rested a hand on his chest and followed him, not completely sure of what to do in that moment. He was desperately trying to keep himself together, hands balled into fists at his sides. Slowly, with each word, he relaxed and eventually placed his hand against hers. “ We are. We still are in this mess together. Look at us.” Unlike her, Chris was dwelling in those lies. He wanted them to consume him, even if it was only temporarily. His hands reached out for her arms first, pulling her closer, then ran up her shoulders, felt the gruff texture of her clothes under his fingers, before they reached her neck. His breathing stopped for a moment, body stiff under her touch. When someone tells you they love your best parts, you would always think about the times when you couldn’t be that person. That you held your own darkness that would drive them away at some point. But there she was, loving the darkest, deepest parts of him that couldn’t be worse. The truth hurt more than he was willing to admit — everything he had longed for his whole life, to be accepted, loved, stood in front of him. He could reach out, give her everything he had and it still wasn’t enough to make her stay. Maybe that was the worst part. Knowing you found everything, but it wasn’t yours. Chris leaned forward, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against hers. Just for a moment. To feel her close. So he couldn’t look at her as he mouthed the words he couldn’t say out loud. I love you.

As he brought some distance between them again, head pulled back as his body refused to move an inch, his eyes were open. Half-defeated, half-hopeful. An open book for her to read, burn to her will. He didn’t care. Home. Had he ever considered anything home? A place you could retreat to, find comfort in, someone awaiting you with a smile. Not really. They were places, people he didn’t care about. Maybe she was right. Home wasn’t always a place. Not always, not this time. “Someday, when everything is all over…come home. ” He whispered in the darkness, dark eyes flickering slightly, blinking rapidly at the glistening, round eyes staring back at him. 

[cassie-monroe]

Cassie wanted to laugh. Sarcastic, cruel laughter. Not at Chris. Not at them. But at herself and the fact that it seemed that no matter what she did- who she fell for be it the golden boy who could do no wrong or the man with so much blood on his hands he could fill a river, the universe decided that she wasn’t good enough for that. That she wasn’t allowed to try to fix what was broken inside of her. Deep within where no one could see. She wasn’t allowed to have the one thing to craved more than anything. She was a storm. Chaotic by nature. A walking disaster and she ruined everything she touched. Even people she thought couldn’t be ruined. It didn’t matter how much he wanted her demons, he could take the ones he thought weighed her down. Convince her that everything was his fault even though she would always know it wasn’t. It didn’t change what she was. What she had become when her life was ripped away from her five years ago. She was a nightmare that masqueraded as a dream “I didn’t make mistakes. I killed you. You were dead. Bringing you back doesn’t change that. Anything you try to say to convince me that it wasn’t my fault isn’t going to work.”

His touched burned her skin. Not in the way that he could but in a way that would cause her to feel it years later. She could feel it linger as his hands moved up to rest on her neck. He looked at her like she was the universe and he was a lost star, trying to find it’s way. The words she whispered were words she couldn’t take back. Words that would always be on the tip of her tongue. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him that. Maybe it would have been easier if she had just continued on trying to hate him for everything he was. Everything she should have hated him for. Everything every other person would have hated him for. He lied to her. He used her, even if it was only for a moment before things changed. Murdered his family. She should be running for the hills but instead, she was there, wanting nothing more than to be able to be with a man she knew it was impossible to be with. Falling more and more in love with him with every violent pump of his heart even though her mind was screaming and protesting it. But her heart was wild. It did what it wanted with no concern for anything else. 

She didn’t see him mouth those words. Words that would ruin them both if they were properly verbalised and shouted out to the forces that so desperately wanted to hurt them. It was better that she didn’t. She knew. She had known for a long time. Saying it would only make things worse. They both understood that. Cassie didn’t answer his pleading words. She wasn’t going to make a promise to him she knew she might not be able to keep. They both knew this was going to end. With blood. With tears. With rifts of broken earth between them. Cassie tilted her head up towards him, lips parted and chapped, dampened by tears she didn’t know had fallen. Everything she couldn’t say was written on her lips as they pressed against his. It was slow. Sad almost. Lacked the usual passion and sheer need for him she usually amplified. There was a long time where she thought they were night and day. The sun and the moon. Light and dark. But she had been wrong. If he was the moon then she was the stars that made the night sky a little lighter. If she was the sun then he was the clouds that made her brightness bearable. If he was death. She was destruction

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PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

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Can’t. She had been the one to tell him that everything was possible. That no one could own him, that he was allowed to want something. She was going against her own words. The tables had turned and that was when he realized just how bad they were for each other. While she had turned his world upside down, fucked up his ideals and everything he believed in…he had ruined her trust in people. They both had hurt each other, ruined themselves. For a moment, she had shown him a light, a different side of life. He simply unravled the darkest parts of her and left her to deal with it. It was almost cruel how things worked out in the end. There was a short moment where everything was fine. They were there, standing in the middle of nothing, being no one. Just for one short second, it was almost like they were back in his place. Opposite sides that were better off not knowing the truth about each other. No Maverick, No PRIME. Just Cass and Chris. His eyes opened slowly as she stepped back, hands lingering in the air for a second longer before they dropped.  Running a nervous hand over his lips and forehead, he ended up burying his finger in the roots of his black hair. The urge to follow her, stepping closer to fill that — feel her close again, was almost unbearable. His eyes were mirroring hers as they met again. Both knowing it couldn’t happen. “I’m a fucking - I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…Cass, I’m sorry.” He muttered suddenly, shaking his head as he rolled his head back. “I…no, no you’re right. I brought all this crap into your life. For a second I forgot, …you’re not mine, I pretend that..I wish you were. I create this idea that shit could be different. But it can’t, it isn’t. And don’t, don’t allow me to have that effect on you, Cass. I’m not your darkness, there’s none. I’ve kept so much pain and anger inside myself. It changed me into something I never meant to be. Into a person I sometimes don’t recognize myself and I don’t know how to let go. Don’t let it consume you. Don’t allow anything or anyone to change you.” His words were quiet, but almost frantic as the adrenaline set in and he finally realized just what had happened. The worst part? He wasn’t mad at her. He wasn’t scared, nor did he fear death. Chris didn’t remember a time he ever lived for anything aside from the mere thought of surviving. Owning up to Vincent. Then Cass came into his life, shook up everything he knew and lived by. He wanted her happy, to be the person he met, found to love. Even if he knew it required his absence. There was remorse in his eyes as he calmed himself down and exhailed loudly. He took a step back, then another. “Always, Tremors.”

[cassie-monroe]

Cassie just watched. Watched as the look on his face dropped and in turn, felt her heart drop as well. Listened as he spoke with more truth than she was sure he ever had in his life. He might have been a liar- a manipulator- but this was real. This was raw. And this killed her a little bit with every sharpened word he managed to get out. She wasn’t looking at the man he usually pretended to be- unfeeling and emotionless, but instead it was the boy he used to be. The boy who was buried under layer upon layer of walls. The boy who wanted more than anything to be loved. To know what that felt like. And it took everything inside her not to go to him. Because she did. She loved him unconditionally. Through everything they had been through. Every lie. Every insult. Every bullet. She loved him. But sometimes that wasn’t enough to make things work. He had his loyalties to the man who saved him. She had her loyalties to the people who saved her and right now, in this time, nothing else really mattered. “Don’t apologise. I didn’t have to do any of this and I did. It’s on me. I’m the one who shot you. I’m the one who stopped your heart. I made those choices. You have your demons already, don’t try to take on mine too” Finally she took a step forward, hating the distance between them. Feeling like this was too personal for anyone to just walk in on. 

Her hand reached out and rested lightly on his chest over his beating heart. Never in her life was she so appreciative of that feeling “Chris” his name was a breath from her lips again, as if speaking it any louder would condemn her in some way. He stepped away again and for some reasons he followed. It took her a moment but she needed to be close to him “You bring out a side of me I didn’t know was there, for better or for worse. Maybe that was something I needed to learn about myself I dunno- I lied to you too, though. I still lie to you because I have to otherwise people I care about are at risk. I caught you up in my mess of a life- I came in like a chaotic storm and left your life in shambles. It wasn’t just you, Chris. We are- were in this together-” Another step forward put her in front of him again. She wanted to reach out to him. Embrace him. Kiss him. Tell him it would all be fine. But she didn’t want to lie to him anymore so she kept silent for a moment and let the cool morning air slowly brush over them  because she knew it wouldn’t be fine. “And I love your darkness and your demons. I always have” she didn’t look at him while she whispered those words. It was the closest she came to actually saying the one thing that would just change everything. The one thing she knew she couldn’t tell him. But she needed to let him know it was there- let him know that someone like her could love him for all that he was and all that he wasn’t. That he was enough. And that in another world, at another time she would have been able to be everything he needed her to be. But she couldn’t now. She was too broken. Too shattered. And too scared of herself. 

Again her hand rested on his chest, careful not to hurt him. The rhythmic feeling of his heartbeat pumped through her- she could feel it as it resonated in her bones. Hear it pound in her ears with every loud thump, amplified by her powers. She refused to drown it out or ignore it and instead embraced the comforting sound that took her back to a night before all of this happened. The night where she had lost herself in him completely. Revealed too much because she was naive and foolish enough to think that she deserved a normal life. A night she would never take back, no matter how much pain they were both in. Because it was worth it. He was worth it. The small fraction of time she was his and they lived in blissful oblivion was worth every second of agony that followed. “We always end up back home and sometimes home doesn’t have four walls” tear clouded eyes finally managed to look at him again. This hurt. It hurt more than any bullet or burn. Worse than the throbbing in the back of her head from her fall earlier

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Mavs: 10-6-16

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Nyx  shook her head for a moment as the tracking comm spoke to them.

<://NEAREST CONTAINER 0 LETTERS AND 7 NUMBERS AWAY//:> 

❝Zero letters and seven numbers away. So, A… 1?❞ She looked over to Cassie. ❝It’s A-1, we need to get to the vehicle, now.❞ Nyx nodded towards their mode of transportation. Nyx may have not been the most serious when it came to missions, but she cared as much as the next person. However, her ability to show that was greatly diminished by the way she masked her lack of grasp for the situation and what was going on. Having failed to finish school had a great impact on her upbringing as well as her early introduction to chemical dependency… which just so happened to make her mind fuzzy during their briefing that morning. 

[cassie-monroe]

Cass stood in silence, allowing the girl to figure out the simple math on her own. They were in a time crunch, yes, but sometimes people needed time to figure things out on their own. Luckily Nyx was smart and got it fairly quickly “A-1, alright” Cass replied beginning to walk forward. She didn’t talk much on the way, constantly keeping tabs on their position because unlike Nyx, Cass couldn’t hide in the shadows”Keep a look out, PRIME is gonna be all over this place”

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PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

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Chris knew he should probably seek shelter, let his body take care of the damage in peace. Get away from Cass as fast as possible, knowing what — that she was capable of such things. That he should be terrified of the woman. He was a rational man, most of the time. While risking more than a lot sometimes, he knew when to back off. But there was nothing rational about Cass and certainly not an ounce in his body that was scared of her. She was beyond powerful, that much she showed. But you can’t fear what you love, no matter how idiotic and wrong it may be. She wasn’t a monster. She would never be anything other than light in his eyes. He’s seen monsters, murderers… no, she’d never be one of them.  “You’re not.” He replied quietly. For a moment, he completely forgot about the situation they were in. She had that effect on him. As if she was the personification of her powers, nullifying everything around them. Silencing his head, his racing thoughts, and the lingering pain. They stood in silence, just staring at each other for a moment. Maybe that was their thing. Because words couldn’t even begin to explain, describe,  what was going on between them. It wasn’t just longing for someone. Physically, mentally. No, it was different. They knew they completed each other, despite their differences. That their demons and fears worked out so well, had no power over their minds. And the saddest part of all? Both of them knew they simply met at the wrong time. That they weren’t allowed to be happy - complete - because that wasn’t always how it worked out. He saw the fear, the confusion in her eyes when she finally looked at him again. Properly. Not through him, not at the sky or the ground. It confused him, at first. She had expected him to hate her, mad, raging about what happened. Chris would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the fact that she obviously didn’t understand just how deep he had sunken. How stuck in all of this he was. That was the most painful part. For a moment, he just stared at her. Smiling, ignoring the rush of blood and frantic heartbeat that was celebrating its life. Chris leaned into her hand, his own hands instinctively reaching up to her face. He didn’t answer any of her words at first, just rested his calloused thumbs on her cheeks. Felt the warm skin, the faint pulse beneath, took in her glossy eyes. Maybe he fell deeper in that moment. Fell and fell, not knowing how to fly. And he was the only one at fault, as he embraced it. Allowed it to happen each time he saw her. “You did what you had to do. We’re fighting on opposite teams, did you forget that? You could’ve left me. But you didn’t. This was my fault. Hey.” He leaned down, voice soft and comforting as he needed to look at her properly in the dark. His smile was almost pleading, scared. “ Don’t do this. Just don’t. There was a reason we met. Even if it just means that you have someone to take the darkness from you. I can take it. Leave it to me.”  There they were, standing between a burned container in complete darkness with their teams desperately fighting for Cargo. He knew he didn’t have a lot to give, never had, that he couldn’t be the person she needed or wanted. But he could try and take the pain he caused her away. Give her that, even if it was barely anything   I’m never going to make you do anything you don’t want to. I’ll always be on your side.” Oh, he would regret this. Because it was only going to make this worse. They’ve never been anything you could put a name on, but so was everything about them. Old feelings threatening to consume them each and every time. They bickered like an old couple, would throw curses and insults at them, try to hurt the other as much as possible. This would certainly be the worst of all. He died for a moment, leaving too much unsaid, undone. Tightening his grip only slightly, Chris leaned down and allowed his world to shatter to pieces.

[cassie-monroe]

Cassie shook her head. She was. No matter how much she didn’t want to believe it or think of herself as one. It’s what she had turned into. What she had been shaped into. She believed in her cause to the point where she was capable of things she never thought she could be and it sickened her to her core. It made her hate herself and who she had become. A shell of the person she once was. Not once but twice she caused the man standing in front of her to nearly lose his life. Once nearly irreversible. And still he looked at her like she could do no wrong “Chris” her words were a breath as he cupped her face, his hands warm. Soothing almost as his thumbs run small lines over her jaw. This was wrong. It didn’t matter how they felt. They didn’t really get a choice in that matter. They were destined to live in separate worlds, parallel to each other- occasionally crashing into each others lives to shake it up and ruin everything that managed to establish. 

“No, this is all my fault. You told me not to trust you and I did. You told me not to care about you and I did. You warned me about everything and I ignored you and now- now I’m this” And there he was. Justifying her actions to her. Making it seem like killing him wasn’t a huge, life changing deal. Again she shook her head, denying him his attempt at comfort “You don’t get it” she almost laughed as he of all people was telling her that there was a reason they met. A reason she came crashing into his life. It was like the tables had turned on them. Unlike him, the demons that formed inside her didn’t stay in their cages. The scraped and clawed at anything they could get their hands on. They engulfed her and changed her in ways she didn’t want to even think about “You are the darkness inside me” he couldn’t help her. Not when it seemed that he was the reason she was going through all of this. He brought out this side of her. Maybe he was right. Maybe they were meant to meet so he could show her that she wasn’t as good as she liked to think she was. To humble her. To knock her off that high horse she always seemed to be on. “Why?” 

Before he could answer the question his grip tighten on her, not enough to hurt her. More like he was scared if he didn’t she would vanish and then their lips met and it was everything all at once. Instantly she sunk into him, moving closer to him and losing herself. Even for a moment. They never got a goodbye the first time after all. The kiss was ended abruptly as she took a step back from him, her hands loosely falling to her sides. This was supposed to be an easy mission, she had never wanted all of this. “I can’t” No. She needed to move on. Even if she knew that no one could ever fully replace him. That there would always be a part of her heart that belonged to him. A piece of herself that he could hold in the palm of her hands until the day she died making it so she couldn’t fully give herself to anyone.

[noah-kincaid]

A snicker left Roman’s mouth at Cassie’s comment of being on level ground with his brother. “I suppose, just glad I didn’t leave anything like a girlfriend or fiancee behind. That definitely would have left things a bit messy.” Roman was never really one for serious relationships before anyway. Sure, he had plenty of girlfriends in the past but none he had really grown close to and would have dead if he went this long without. No, the only thing he left behind was an ever growing practice, a rather large bank account, and everyone he ever knew. “Luckily, I was able to funnel money out of my old accounts to provide for myself before my trail was completely covered up when I joined the Mavericks. Paying everything in cash though is a bit of a surprise in this day and age and just screams you’re either hiding something or deathly afraid of banks.”

The sudden and soft kiss came as a bit of a surprise to Roman. It took him a few seconds realizing this before slowly and softly kissing her back only for a few seconds before she pulled away and he smiled with a short laugh. “You’re ahh…..welcome there. Normally I just give out a lollipop though so that’s an interesting little twist to the cycle. The small smile couldn’t seem to leave Roman’s face, he was after all thinking of how surprising it was but also how it wasn’t at the same time.

[cassie-monroe]

“It’s not as messy as you’d think- up and leaving behind someone you loved. A lot cleaner than trying to explain anything” Cassie hadn’t walked away from her family. But there were a great many people she did have to walk away from. People she cared about. People she nearly killed without even knowing until seeing them in the hospital the next day. Ultimately it was seeing her, then boyfriend, in critical condition that made her decide to leave Anchorage. To move to Chicago and go underground where people could teach her to use and hone the new power behind her punch. “Both of those things are pretty frowned upon. One means you’re probably a criminal the other means you’re probably some conspiracy theory weirdo who wears tin-foil hats or something”

There was a sense of relief when she felt the boy sink into the kiss. Deepening it only for a moment before she pulled away. Cassie didn’t move away from him. She kept her body close to his, her face.  A smile that matched his tugged at the corners of her lips as she let out a quiet laugh, her eyes travelling to where her hand was comfortably placed on his abdomen “Yeah- I suppose” Truth be told, this was a long time coming in her mind, something that maybe should have happened a while ago “So, do we head back, then?” she asked, leaning forward and letting her forehead collide lightly. She was hungry and in pain but a part of her really didn’t mind staying hidden away for just a little bit longer. 

[nyxitis-blog]

Mavs: 10-6-16

[nyxitis-blog]

❝Oh yeah…❞ Nyx made a face, wishing she actually understood half of what was said in the briefing. Alas, she did not. ❝I was there. It was fuzzy and I’m not going anywhere, shakes.❞ Instead of simply leaving the vehicle, she shadowed right through the bullet proof glass of the window. In all fairness, she had been in the middle of a hangover at the time of the briefing, something for which she kicked herself later. ❝I do, however, know that we are supposed to use these things.❞ She was rather proud of that knowledge, in fact. She flipped a switching and the device spoke. She looked up at a container reading A-8 and scrunched her nose.

<://INITIALIZING TRACKING COMMS//:>

❝Now, should I hold this up higher?❞

[cassie-monroe]

“Right” Cass nodded, not in the mood to commemorate her on knowing how to do her job. If there was one thing the girl was serious about, it was missions. Any fun and foolhardy attitude she could have was wiped away and she turned into one of the most hard working and serious people you could meet “We’re close?” Cass asked, only hearing a little bit of what was on the other side of Nyx’s comms “And no- just keep in down”

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PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

He felt dizzy as he sat up, but pushed himself into a sitting position anyway and took a couple deep breaths. It was still hard to grasp just what exactly had just happened and he unconsciously rubbed his hand over his chest a few times. “I know..” Chris muttered in a reply as she confirmed him what he believed before already. He looked at her, watched Cass blink the tears away. The elder didn’t voice the words stuck in his throat. She had killed him. Brought him back, to his surprise. There were more than just a few who’d love to keep him that way and he had been certain Cass was one of them. She could’ve made sure he’d keep her secrets, Victorias, other things she had told him that would interest PRIME. “Why did you bring me back?” His voice was gruff as he looked at her, exhaling loudly as he rested her hand against his forehead for a second. Her quiet laugh left him chuckling as well, in a situation as bizarre as this. “Last time, you didn’t look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or cried. My Cass wouldn’t cry over a mouth-dead PRIME agent.” It was something that slipped, but Chris didn’t notice. Instead, he turned around towards the half molten container. “You know, half of it is shit now anyway. And anything else? What’d be next?” His expression was almost amused, but eyes still held the obvious shock he was still in. Being brought back to life after dying wasn’t on his daily routine. He got up, one hand resting against the opposite container while the other pulled Cass off the ground. “Nothing personal, right? This was your job. We sometimes have to do things we don’t want to.”  

[cassie-monroe]

There was a part of her that felt lost. That left as his lifeless body hit the rough, gravely surface of the cement. Her abilities, up until she was chosen to be a host, had never been something she feared but now the sheer power behind them terrified her. The lack of control she could have. Killing something was different when it wasn’t human anymore. When it wasn’t something you shared a bed with. Something you cared about deeper than you would ever admit.  Finally, Cassie looked at the man. Really looked at him. His gaze wasn’t harsh like she would expect. It wasn’t seething with hate. It should have been “Careful. That’s gonna have a nasty bruise” It was far from being a joke. In fact, there was still a good chance that there was serious damage- shattered ribs, internal bleeding. Just because he was alive now didn’t mean he was alright. Cass knew that first hand. 

The girl shrugged it off, her eyes darting away again “I’m not a murderer” she breathed, though it was almost more to convince herself than anything. And truth be told, the thought of losing him broke her. Something inside of her still longed for their connection. Still longed for those moments when nothing but everything was said all at once. The moments when she’d look at him and it was like seeing the world in colour for the first time. That was something that was rare, and while she knew he wasn’t good for her she wasn’t quite ready to let go just yet “Well, last time you saw me I hadn’t killed someone and brought them back by fluke” she pointed out, his choice of words rattling in her head. Again she couldn’t understand why he didn’t hate her. If she were in his position she’d probably be bringing his world down around him right now “We’ll see. I’m sure things can be fixed” Chris’ hand, which had never left hers, hoisted her up and off the ground causing her to fumble forward until the space between them was minimal. Cassie’s gaze travelled up to meet his once again. What she wouldn’t give to just be able to let go of everything. To sink into him and forget. “Right. Nothing personal- Chris?” the girl paused, her hand tenderly resting on the side of his face only for a moment before pulling away “Please don’t make me do it again”

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

For a while, there was silence. Darkness. Then words. A voice. He could hear her. Someone. Chris couldn’t quite make out who was saying all this, neither most of what was said. It sounded like he was underwater, completely emerged as the other person stood ashore. Who would need him? He didn’t want to be needed. Didn’t want to need anyone either. Confusion settled within him, then panic as another sharp pain ripped through his body. Then another. His chest heaved, once, twice. The words became clearer, louder. With a strangled gasp, Chris ripped his eyes open and instinctively grabbed the hands hovering above his chest. His black eyes were wide, shock filled as he took a couple deep breaths. At first, they wandered around in utter shock, confusion. He was still laying on his back as he tried to comprehend what just happened. Chris’ eyes fell on Cass, sitting next to him, leaning over his body. His grip on her hands was tight, hand trembling slightly as he closed his eyes again and let his head roll back against the ground beneath him. Swallowing thickly, he slowly looked at her again and seemed almost…drugged. “It was quiet for a moment.” The elder mumbled softly, still not completely capable of puzzling the situation into a whole. Maybe he did die. Maybe this was his own, personal hell. Just to fuck it all up over and over again. Hurt..her. He would deserve it. As many these days did. No one was innocent, everyone had a ledger dripping with blood. Sooner or later, they would have to pay for it. Although he always believed his personal hell had been his very own mind. Maybe he had been wrong. “You were there, too.” He groaned softly as he pushed himself onto his elbows, licking his lower lip as he managed a small grin with closed eyes. “You were prettier in person.” 

[cassie-monroe]

Cassie had just about given up. She took the time to accept the man’s fate. What she had done when she was careless with her powers- the actual effect she could have on people. What she was willing to do for her own and who would have to pay the price for that. It was a solemn thought. Not something she wanted to think about but something she would now be thinking about for the rest of her life. There was a difference between killing someone who was trying to kill you and killing someone who simply wasn’t. One was self-defence. The other was murder. Chris’ sudden inhale, the hands grasping her own and gripping them tightly startled her. She hadn’t expected him to wake up from this one. It happened after what she had decided to be her last attempt. Something she was sure wouldn’t work but tried anyway because she needed to. More-so for her than for him. His eyes bore into hers, piercing her soul as he just stared in confusion. As luck would have it, it seemed that this morning they both got a second chance. For Chris, he got his life back and for Cass- she’d get a chance to potentially move on from the guilt. If that was possible for her. 

The trembling was to be expected. This confusion. The lack of energy. He’d be back up and at it again in no time but for now, she’d give him this short moment. Held his hand. Brushed the hair off his damp forehead. She had caused him a lot of pain this morning so it was the least she could do. A sadness overwhelmed Cassie when rough words finally escaped him. She knew there was something inside him that constantly screamed to come out and for his first thought to be that his death was what finally silenced that- it was sad. “You were dead” she commented, her words soft as she wasn’t sure he was fully grasping what had happened yet. Cassie avoided eye contact, the guilt already building up inside her, this time, a million times worse than when she shot him. She couldn’t look at him and instead, she blinked away tears that she shouldn’t have allowed form as her gaze travelled to the sky where the first signs of light were just barely breaking the horizon. Out of the corner of her eye he moved, started sitting up. Good, she'd be able to get him away from where they were. Away from the container. And most importantly away from her. They both still had jobs to do, after all. She wasn’t sure what he was talking about, her being where or prettier in person, but a quiet laugh escaped her “You really know how to talk to a girl, you know that? You gotta get up, though, Chris” her gaze fell on him once more, only for a moment before darting away. “You need to get out of here before anything else happens” It was a threat. Not meant to be menacing, but he was still PRIME and she still had to get this container out of the shipping yard.

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

Knuckles were white from the sheer pressure he put onto his hand, trying to put everything he had into his actions. They all had their loyalties, some for which they would give everything for. Cross lines that weren’t to be crossed. And while Chris had close to no limits when it came to any mission, he certainly did when it came to the woman who was currently altering his heart. It was painful, but he knew it was his own fault for being too stubborn. For not giving in. A small voice in his head kept going, telling him she just needed to keep him in place. Stop him from destroying the cargo completely. He barely registered how she caught the molten ceiling with her powers, as only seconds later, the pain got unbearable. What used to be a burning ache had soon turned into something more. Intenser. Forcing him to drop his hand to grasp onto his chest. His racing heartbeat was ringing through his ears, so loud he barely heard anything else. Then nothing. Chris gasped for air, fingers clawing at the fabric of his uniform that covered his left side. There was no flashback, no damn light that waited for him as his eyes dropped shut by themselves. Nothing. Faintly, he heard his surroundings. Heard his own body drop to the ground. But didn’t feel anything. It was almost peaceful. He was on his side, body bend as he opened his eyes once more, wanted to say something. Ask her something. Why? But nothing left his lips and his eyes fluttered shut.  

[cassie-monroe]

There was a split second where a sense of triumph overwhelmed her. The contents of the box were safe as the metal slowly rolled down an invisible field and formed in a quickly cooling pile on the ground. It was a little damaged but they should be able to get everything out safely. The mood turned into something else as she heard the subtle thump on the ground and her eyes landed on the unmoving body. Immediately panic began to set in as her eyes met his right before they shut. His chest didn’t heave as it usually would, there was a lack of any movement. Any sound. Something was desperately wrong. “Chris?” His name exited her as a shaky breath. Something barely recognisable as she fell to her knees beside him. His fingers grazed his neck, putting pressure right under his jaw in search for a heartbeat. There was nothing. Cassie’s hands cupped his face, pulling it towards her as she lightly tapped it a couple times in some strange effort to force him to wake up. But as the time continued to pass- seconds feeling like a lifetime she knew this wasn’t a simple case of him just jumping back. Gently she pushed him onto his back, hovering her hands above his heart. She didn’t know if it would work but she had to try something. She didn’t care what. She couldn’t just let him die. Not because of her. She knew at times doctors could use a force to get the heart to pump again. Usually with electricity but she had seen it happen with a great deal of force without it. On television, though so who knew if this would work, really. “Wake up” she urged, letting a force build up in the palm of her hand before releasing it into his chest. “You’re a survivor, right? Survive” another blast was sent into his chest in an attempt to jumpstart his heartbeat. For the time being she was void of emotion- too focused on trying to bring him back. Another blast. A third one. She didn’t know how many it would take. How many she should try before giving up. “I still need you”

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

A scream ripped through his body as he felt the burning ache of his heart. It was pounding, every breath sucked in harshly. After what happened during the power out…he couldn’t go back empty handed. Not with what was going on in PRIME at the moment. They would become suspicious, put him under one of their damn telepaths for sure to find out why he failed this time. He usually got the job done, was reliable for both PRIME and Vincent and the past couple of months…he had lacked. Too much. Too often. Distracted or torn. Chris registered her pleading voice, her words. But he couldn’t stop. Failure was not an option this time. His hand eventually formed a fist and the smell of molten metal filled the area as the ceiling of the container gave in. The pain was nothing like he had ever felt before. “Stop, Cass.” Chris muttered through gritted teeth, it felt like his heart was going to explode on the spot, but never actually did. He desperately wanted to give into the dizziness, the pain. But not before he destroyed what was left of the cargo. “Please.” His eyes never met hers, mostly because he couldn’t turn around with the pressure she was putting on to his heart. 

[cassie-monroe]

He couldn’t see it, but Cassie’s face was grim. It was not that face of a woman who took any enjoyment from what she was doing. Even if it hadn’t have been him, but would have avoided killing them, The toll that would take on her conscience was too much. She was loyal to the Mavericks, yes. But there was a firm line in that loyalty. If it was kill or be killed she would. But a situation like this, where she was clearly the one who had an advantage? No. Chris would be in pain, but he wouldn’t die by her hands. She increased it a little more, trying to sever his connection with any sort of control over his abilities. To render him useless from the pain. “Just give up” Again she pleaded, her eyes shifting to the container as she smelled the sharp scent of molten metal fills the air. Zero thought went into her next action as she thrust her free hand forward, dangerously splitting her concentration to save the contents of the box from being destroyed by the hot metal by applying the vibrations of the cables to repel what threatened to destroy it.

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

Chris dropped to his knees, arms shaking as he tried to keep the cargo up with all his might. His breathing came in short huffs and the container slowly lowered itself back on to the ground as he couldn’t concentrate on it anymore. With a painful groan, he hung his head low as he felt like his bones were about to snap, shattered into millions of pieces. His eyes were shut tightly, calming his own breathing as he slowly looked up at her. There was no way he could get that container past her and while getting the cargo would certainly be a better outcome — their mission was to destroy it. And that, he certainly could. His hand shot out once more, the other supporting himself on the ground not to tumble over, and slowly formed a fist. The metal started melting, denting, encasing the tech in molten metal. “Then no one will have it.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke up again, shooting her an almost apologetic, yet tired, look. 

[cassie-monroe]

Cassie hadn’t wanted this. She never really wanted any of this. Hurting him was something was didn’t want to do. But her loyalties were with the Mavericks. Brown eyes lingered on his shaking arm. She knew he wasn’t in any danger, that it would be fine. But she knew just how painful that feeling could be first hand. She had grown up with it after all. When he finally gave in was when she finally stopped. Sad eyes locking with his. There would never be a time when this didn’t hurt- there was still so many raw feelings. So many things left unsaid. So many things that would never be said. “No- no- no” she muttered under her breath as he started melting the container. She quickly made her way to him, grabbing him before he had a chance to do react and pressed her hand firmly against his back. The same pressure that was put on his arm was placed on his heart. Enough to cause severe pain but not enough to truly hurt him “Chris, stop. I don’t want to hurt you” Her voice was hushed, meant only for him to hear. This time, it was her pleading with him, her voice cracking slightly as her breath hit his ear and she slowly increased the speed of the vibrations, making sure they were never going too fast “Please”

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

He should’ve seen it coming. The second he did, it was too late, though. His hands loosened their grasps and flew towards his nose that had collided with her head. And thus, a broken nose was added to the physical damages she gave him. Wiping his nose, Chris looked up at her from where he was. A couple steps away. “Unfortunately.” He muttered before loosening his chain and snapping it towards her. The metal wrapped around her legs, pulling her off her feet. Chris used no fire, kept it in its original state as the chain tightened around her knees and he pulled her towards her along the concrete ground. He let go of the other end of the chain, forced it to wrap around her hands as tightly as possible without breaking her skin or wrists. It was obvious how much he was avoiding fighting her. In his actions and the look on his face. Chris then placed a hand on the container, knuckles turning almost completely white at the amount of strength and power he had to use in order to make the container levitate.  

[cassie-monroe]

Before she could register what was happening, Cass was on the ground. Her head collided with the thick cement below her sending a sharp pain through and into her forehead. She tried, but failed to stifle the grunt of pain that was released from her mouth as she was pulled against her will across the ground. For a moment, her attention was shifted from the valuable container she needed. The Mavericks needed that box. There was no question about it. First, she worked on her hands, which was hard but eventually she managed to free them from the chains that encased them. Her hands then moved to hover over the chain that was still wrapped around her legs, increasing its vibrations until it shattered and her legs were released. Carefully she got back to her feet, turning to the man who was doing what he needed to do for his people. She didn’t fault him for that, honestly. She understood it. Cassie focused on the hand that was on the container, knowing full well that the amount of concentration he would need to lift that was severe. Vibrations penetrated deep within his arms, focused on the bone. They weren’t intense enough to shatter it, almost, but it should have been painful enough for him to have to stop.

[mysticalnico-deactivated2017051]

PRIME 10-06-16 // Open

Container E4

The fact that they had been sent at midnight following ghosts was a sign that perhaps the bunch of anarchists was more of a threat to PRIME´s stability than he had first thought. Lance had been sent in the mission, though, regardless of his unwillingness to comply with the burdensome task.

He tightened the straps that secured his own precious cargo to his back, his nose twitched in distaste at having to resort to this kind of methods for his powers because they could not wait for the sun to rise. He knew that he was at disadvantage at night but he was still a deadly fighter and if Mavericks were really there, looking for a scuffle they would see it for themselves.

 He watched the container almost detachedly, advancing with a secure gait, his hand reaching for the locks and opening them in a fluid motion and expecting the night to end soon.

[cassie-monroe]

Some PRIME agents weren’t the greatest. They didn’t seem to expect the small Asain girl to pack such a punch. Not that she minded at all as it put her at an advantage. The same was said for her current opposition. A random water manipulator who thought a little too highly of himself. There had been a good amount of activity around this area, enough that it made Cassie opt to look elsewhere, knowing that there was enough of her team around to take care of what could be close. Without much effort, the man she was fighting with was thrust into a nearby container with enough force to render him unconscious.

She moved forward. Stepping over the limp- but breathing body as she proceeded to head away from the commotion, leaving the other Sequence to fight on her own. She knew what they were capable of. She knew Vic would be fine. Brown eyes landed on a familiar face. One she should have known would be there but it was always unfortunate coming face to face with someone you didn’t fully hate “Lance” She stated plainly, little to no emotion in her voice as she put her guards up in case he acted without warning

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

PRIME 10-06-15 | OPEN

[chrisxlachlan-deactivated201606]

“Think what you want, Cass. You’re too stubborn to see —” He stopped himself there and shook his head. An angry exhale of air left his nose. There was no use even trying to defend himself. Cass wasn’t someone who you could talk sense into or explain anything to. Once she had an opinion, she’d rather die than even do so much as allow it to waver. The second his eyes landed on the Tech, another wave hit him. A shitload stronger than before. His head was bleeding from the impact before and he couldn’t lose this damn container. Before his body hit the ground, flames engulfed his body as her back was turned toward him. It prevented any more damage than she already created, though he didn’t expect to use this ability that day. As it was something he used scarcely, leaving his gloves a mess of burning leather as the only non-fireproof part of his attire. Which really was his fault, as hectic had broken out within PRIME that morning and he falsely grabbed the wrong gloves. Just his luck, that day. With little to no attention spared to the pain on his hands, Chris turned his body back to normal and strode towards her. He used her current distraction with the tech to his advantage as he grabbed her wrist and spun her around with more force than intended. Chris could feel hot blood trickling down his neck from the previous fall, his skin an angry red from the burned gloves as he pinned her against the container next to G-7. His face was close to hers, hands tightly grasping onto her wrists to keep them above her head. “Stop fighting me, Cass. I don’t want to hurt you.” Despite her obvious willingness to hurt him, his voice was almost pleading as he looked at the woman. They had established that fire was the only thing she couldn’t protect herself against and that was the last thing he wanted to use on her.  “Please” 

[cassie-monroe]

Whatever he was going to say didn’t matter. Whatever she had wanted to say didn’t matter. Their alliance was even clearer now than it ever had been. It didn’t matter who they were to each other. What they had been. Chris was loyal to whoever and that made him loyal to PRIME. Cass was loyal to the Mavericks- the people who had been protecting her and keeping her safe for years. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for them. If that meant writing off whatever could have been with them, then she accepted that. Her hate for PRIME outweighed anything she felt for him. She had barely managed to get a look inside when she felt herself being forcefully spun around, her hands tightly restrained in his grasp as he nearly begged her to stop fighting. She nearly laughed at his plea- not because him begging her to stop was funny, but the fact that he thought he could hurt her was. She knew she wasn’t invincible- that his powers weren’t something she could easily defend against, but years of training both with her powers and without put her on the same playing field as him. Yes, Chris was stronger physically. But the power within her was stronger than he could even imagine. She didn’t speak a word. Instead, her forehead carefully collided with his face giving her enough time to wriggle free of his grasp and get into position. This wasn’t going to end without one of them getting hurt “I’ll never stop fighting. If you knew anything about me, you’d know that”