Fearless

No one said this would be easy. Then again, I don't listen to what others have to say. |23| Drug lord & dealer| Creator of Fright. [Deceased] Malachy O'Laughlin. "Refuse to feel anything at all, refuse to slip, refuse to fall, can't be weak, can't stand still, watch your back because no one else will."

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The death of Malachy O'Laughlin

8/20/2013

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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They say that death can either be a blessing or a tragedy. Those who have committed the worst of sins may find their witnesses to bask in celebration as they rot in hell; or what they presume is going to happen for those who commit such crimes. A boy who was born into a sinful life only outcome would be to have died young and to probably burn in hell. That's not how Malachy felt as he counted the last remaining seconds of his life. He was on the floor, lying in a pool of blood, remembering all the times he shared with this woman who cared so much about him. Realizing that she would be the one to end his life was permissible for Malachy. He wanted to kill her because he had loved her. She loved him. A sinner killing a sinner was just the way Malachy would have wanted it.

Malachy could remember his grandmother words beginning to fade as the breathing in his voice started to become shallow and empty. The light in his bluish gray orbs were slowly diminishing into something dark. Still, as he stared up into that ceiling, he could picture Kaya and his sweet moments with her. This was what he wanted. He didn't want to die alone in a penthouse he had managed to purchase from crimes he committeed. His whole life he knew what he was doing was a sin. He only was following what society had taught him from the time he was born. A bastard child would never live a normal life and no one would accept him. In the eyes of God he was the spawn of Satan. 

The spawn of Satan fell in love. He fell in love with someone so beautiful and yet so damaged from her life. It only fit that the two were meant to be together. 

Malachy choked on his blood and struggled to look up over towards Kaya. Not a word was muttered. He stared and longed to watch her expressions. He wanted to die by her hands. He gave her a comforting smile. A smile that never was shown to the public eyes before. His head laid back and his eyes began to feel heavy. They slowly fluttered shut and the breathing that was once so shallow and hard had stopped. 

In a way, this was considered his heaven, he had died by his lover. Malachy swore up-and-down that he would never fall in love; because who could love a man such as himself? As he lay in his pool of blood the only last thought that stayed on his head was his love and admiration for Kaya. She wanted to do everything for him and he knew it very well that from the moment he was with her, all those times alone, he was falling every day in love with her. Malachy died knowing he had one person in this world who cared for him.

That's all he ever wanted. A person to care. Ignoring the crimes he had committed, the women he had raped, the drugs he created; Malachy was still very much a child at heart. He never knew what being a kid was like. The idea of Kaya leaving him devastated him, but realizing she was the one to kill him, that really did bring a smile to his face. 

He'll see her again in the after life. There will be a time when the two would be together again. For right now, this was just what he wanted the most, to feel at peace. Malachy finally was. 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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"I love you. She hesitated before pulling him close again. "And you need to let me leave you. I love you so much that I can’t walk away from you." She sighed because it was too much emotion for her.

A million thoughts were entering Malachy cranium now. Of course the one person on his mind was his demented grandmother; who had clearly made it her every day mission to ridicule him for having any thoughts for this woman pressing her lips against him. With all the force he had inside of him, he kissed her back, knowing she wanted to be kissed. He loved her. He wasn't looking back at the mess of spilled chemicals he was working on for months, he didn't care, because he had her in front of him. 

He bit his lip the minute their lips stopped. The words were questionable. Why couldn't she just stay here with him forever? Why did she have to say things like,"let me leave you," or, "I can't walk away from you."? All of those words where just so...

wrong. 

"If ye can't leave me then don't leave me. Don't walk away from me. Don't leave me." He said, trying his best, not to shed another tear. He had shown too many emotions today and the idea of showing anymore hurt. It hurt that the wall inside of him was breaking. He held her close again once more, cupped her cheek, and pressed his lips tight against her soft ones. "I 'ave a feeling yer going to try an' leave me. I can't 'ave t'at." Malachy murmured in her ear.

Hastily, Malachy reached down for his pocket, and drew out the knife that he had been saving. He stabbed Kaya in the chest, hearing her painful howl, and continued stabbing areas that wouldn't make her die, but just to harm her. He couldn't have her leave him and the way this aura felt in this room; this was a farewell kiss.

"Yer not going to leave me! Ye can't fookin' leave me!" He snarled. 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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The blade sliced through the air, knocking the first bottle. It seemed to explode at the touch of her blade, like she’d sliced through the fragile glass. Then came the second, and then all of those them. She swiped at him a couple of times to keep him away from her. Once everything was gone she turned on him for real, her long weapon slicing through the air, coming to rest just on his neck as though she couldn’t do it.

It didn't come to a surprise that Kaya had a way of avoiding his attacks. Everything throughout his life he learned by watching. Parents explained to his parents that he was a genius. A child prodigy to the arts of science. Even when he was praised by teachers for his excellence in studies his grandmother and mother didn't see him as someone to excel. He always was labeled the bastard child. Was it his fault? Absolutely not. He was born into a world in which you look at someone once and instantly begin to develop your own judgment. The first time Malachy saw Kaya, he felt inside,that she was already a part of him.

When that blade cut closely to his neck, his breathing accelerated, because he wasn't prepared for her to not kill him. He couldn't feel her spirit anymore and, because of this, he had no idea what she was thinking. His eyes averted down to the blade and examined it only for a brief second before matching into Kaya orbs. 

"Ye can't or ye won't? Pick." He mustered enough courage to say. His eyebrow arched at her hesitation. He immediately swatted at the weapon of her choice and slammed hard against her forehead. Never did he head butt a woman before, but damn, did it hurt. He held his forehead and felt a small trickle of blood coming down. He wiped it clean. He watched as Kaya body lay lifeless on the floor. "I 'ate yous because ye make me so fookin' confused!" He shouted. "I love ye an' I 'ate ye an' I just want ye to go away! Ye ruined my whole reason fer living!" 

Malachy flung himself down on the ground, tears staining his cheeks, and hastily he raised his hands to his eyes and began to bawl. It was the same type of crying he did when he finally killed his father. He was so confused with how he was thinking. 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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Now she was going to handle him as well. 

Kaya forced her body down on his, sending her injured leg into his, sending a jolt of pain through her body that went unnoticed as she pinned him to the ground, elbowing him in the windpipe to keep him occupied while she figured out what to do with him.

Then her hands were gripping his neck and she knew that this time she wasn’t going to stop.

Malachy felt her tight grip around his neck. He could feel her trying to suffocate him. The pain only made him rage even more, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to push her slender frame off of him. He never realized how much he enjoyed this position. His hands were free and he managed to place them on her waist. He left them there. Allowing her to continue choking him. He tried his best not to laugh, but finally, a chortle came out. He started laughing at the idea of him actually enjoying this.

"Fer t'a first time ye actually managed to turn me on." He spoke. He glared into her gaze and smiled a sickening grin."Ye remind me of Sorcha. Remember?" Her grip was tightening more around his neck."Even she was so-." He coughed around her grip. "Violent." He mustered enough energy to say. Finally, Malachy, pushed her off of him and forced his body onto hers. He looked down into her gaze and grabbed hold of her face to pull her in for a deep, passionate, kiss. "I got what I wanted an' now I want yous dead!" He shouted the final words. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a reasonable knife. He began trying to stab her, only once, slicing her arm from her trying to escape.

Malachy stood up at the same time she managed to get up and gripped tightly on his weapon of choice. He stumbled, due to the pain in his leg, and made his way closer towards Kaya. She was too close to his drug set. His equipment all there. He swiftly looked at it then looked back at her. He lowered his gaze and furrowed his brows at what she was thinking of doing. God, he wished, he didn't look at that equipment. He knew she wanted to ruin him. He wanted her dead and she wanted him to feel dead.He was nothing without his work. Just a body in a society so corrupt by sin that even a sinful man such as himself could recognize it. 

"Get away from there!" He snarled. 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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"You fucked it up!" She stood up, ready to leave him but… but she wanted more, she wanted to hit him, wanted to fight him. She wanted him to feel pain. "If you love me then why did you let me go! You want to get up? You want to feel the pain? Fine!" She picked up the anti-venom pen and stabbed him in the leg. The rush of stabbing him made her stab him again, and again, and again until the pen was dry. She let the pen fall from her hands as she scrambled backwards, backing herself into the wall.

"You left me! You weren’t supposed to!" she was shaking with rage and hatred but most of all fear; fear of the love she felt for this man who would put anything above her. Fear for the things she knew she would do for him. Those things were limitless.

The stinging sensation that was repeating over-and-over through this man was bearable; even if it stung like hell. The way she stabbed at his leg was fine. It was the yelling that was making him fume with rage. He could feel his body connecting with his mind. He was able to move freely again. At first; he felt dizzy from trying to get up so fast. He stumbled to get up, but managed, and stared dead at Kaya. He let his hands ball up into fists, his breathing, so mellow you couldn't hear it. He was so angry, but still, he couldn't manage to show it. Kaya could feel it, though. Even if their once connection was there and now broken she still could tell when he was angry. 

"Yer talking to a man who 'as spent all his fookin' life seeing fear on those. Ye want to know what I'm afraid of?" He screamed. "I use to be afraid of dying before my fookin' grandmother an' parents. I use to t'ink t'at death was moving slowly fer me.  Ishould 'ave died a long fookin' time ago an' I didn't! Fer some reason I didn't! Ye want to know what I'm afraid of now?" He lowered his body and reached down for a metal tool used to clean out the fireplace."I'm afraid t'at I'll fookin' bash yer 'ead on t'a walls so bad t'at I won't ever 'ear ye mumble a word!" With some ultimate strength that had built in him he managed to run straight towards her. 

Malachy began swinging the tool, Kaya dodging majority of the attacks, but finally was able to slam the metal tool into her leg to make her trip. He gripped tightly on the tool and flung it hard against the floor to see her roll and dodge the attack. He could feel his body wanting to kill her. For her to talk like this so easily to him made him raging. He grabbed tightly against the roots of her hair with his free hand and pushed her hard against the wall. Her back pressing against his as her face became one with the wall in front of her. He lowered his mouth to her ear.

"Ye want to know what I t'ink?" He slammed her harder against the wall. "I t'ink ye wanted me to fight yous all along. Ye wanted me to suffer so ye can 'ave t'a final say. Yer still fookin' mine even if ye t'ink yer going to get rid of me!" 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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So Kaya did the only thing she could do when she couldn’t think. She slunk towards Malachy and rested her head on his chest, listening to his shallow breathing as she wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. He couldn’t move but she knew that if he could he’d put his arms around her.

Maybe he’d even kiss her, trying to convince her not to leave.

That warm feeling was still there. The feelings he had when Kaya would sleep next to him after nights where they would get high. Her soft body was above him and he couldn't move to feel it himself or react to any of her movements. This was an unbearable pain. He closed his eyes to try and savor this feeling, hoping it would never, fade away. Malachy could feel the stinging tears falling from his eyes and not once did he think about uttering a word; terrified he would have upset Kaya and she would have stood up once more to face him in his humiliated stage. He struggled to move his hands to try and grab hold of her body, but nothing, nothing came to life. His breathing finally decided to ease while they sat their in their own silence.

This was what heaven was like. His grandmother reminded him because he was born a bastard he would feel the hell fires. He was surprised he even lived for this long. Being with Kaya was his own peaceful heaven because she was the only person who showed compassion towards him, hatred when he needed someone to hate, and love. Even if he never once showed her love; he felt it somewhere. That's what he remembered the most was feeling that disgusting love emotion, but not knowing how to use it, or how you expressed it through kindness. He finally understood it. With the weight of her body and the stinging sensation of the paralysis coursing through his veins he knew. He knew now that it was the only thing she wanted from him. To say he loved her and to show it. A task he failed the most at.

"I love yous, Kaya Woodward." He said calmly. "I never..wanted to be with anyone but yous an' perhaps it was a mistake joining my own people fer selfish reasons. I wanted to work to try an' forget about yous, but, I couldn't. Even work made me forget simple ingredients because I always 'ad my mind somewhere else." He closed his eyes and continued feeling her breathing. "Don't leave me 'ere to die, Kaya." He mustered enough energy to say.

Malachy was silent. He didn't understand why she wasn't saying anything. She wasn't moving or doing anything.At this point he became the same Malachy O'Laughlin he always was. He threw a fit of rage and immediately snapped with his broken emotions. He tried to scream, he immediately was trying to break the paralysis, but failing. He wanted to hurt Kaya so badly and to bash her head against the wall for doing something like this to him. 

"I fookin' told yous I love ye! I want to get up! I want to get up! Get me up now!" He threatened."I'll fookin' kill yous if you don't do it! I 'ate yous! Ye said we were going to be like t'is fer a long time because ye an' I share a connection an' now I don't feel it an' it's broken! Ye fooked it up! Get me up!" He was fuming with rage. 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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She looked from Malachy to gun, then back again. He wanted to die anyway, and Kaya sure as fuck didn’t want to leave him to a bitch like Aileene. No. She was going to have the last word this time, like she had every single time before. She kissed the weapon, flicking off the safety before pointing the gun at Malachy.

She’d be doing the world a service, because really he needed to be put down. Honestly, she was just doing society a favor.

"Ye want me dead because ye don't want me with anyone else?" He managed to say; tears streaming down his face. "Kaya..Don't." His words were pleading, begging, he didn't want it to end like this. He didn't want to go knowing Kaya was going to runaway from her problems. 

Malachy went back to that age of fifteen when he started packing his bags to leave Ireland. It was dark, because he knew, his grandmother slept at a reasonable hour to gain all of her hours of beauty sleep. Not like she needed it. Old age had made her so wrinkled and the frowning did nothing for her. She was always so bitter. His mind also went back to the time he began selling drugs and got pulled up by the police. All these memories of him living were nothing useful for society. None of them. The many women he raped and killed,them being so young, and the drugs he would even use on himself.

"Yer serious." He closed his eyes and opened them again at the tall woman standing so confidently in front of him. Her black stained face from her mascara still made her so beautiful."If ye intended on killing me before why didn't ye just kill me a long time ago?" He screamed. Not being able to move was unbearable. "Kaya!"He shouted, demanding an answer, but not receiving one. 

All he really wanted was a last kiss. 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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"You made your bed Mal," She searching through her purse for the right vial, pulling out a needle as well before pushing up his pant leg, pulling the shards of glass away carelessly before injecting him with the venom she’d managed to concoct. Several parts from different snakes it had a numbing effect that would last for days. "Now you have to lie in," She looked him straight in the eye, her hand still on his leg. "With Aileene."

Malachy could feel the stinging sensation of the poison coursing through his legs. He didn't feel the pain anymore from the glass shards, but what he did feel, was nothing. Absolutely nothing. His body was frozen on the ground. He tried desperately to move, but whatever Kaya had infected him with, had made him permanently attached to the floor. He began to slam his hands against the hardwood floor like a child. He stared uneasy at Kaya; giving her the deadliest looks.

"I don't want 'er! Why did ye do t'at? Why did ye inject me? Make it stop!" He shouted.

Malachy only thoughts were the pills that were on the table. He wanted desperately to take them all. Even if it meant seeing his fears brought to life and dying afterwards. He was fine with that. He was fine with dying alone because that's what was his purpose in life. The bastard child eventually needed to die. Why not just die from a drug you created in the first place? He had made so much money from the mob and still never was satisfied with the many people he had hurt from taking it. Malachy wanted Kaya to sit next to him, but the expression she was giving him, was just pure hate.

"Yer just going to leave me 'ere? Yer going to leave me 'ere on t'a ground so I can't kill myself an' yer just going to walk out of my life an' move to wherever yer fookin' going? Is t'at what yer going to do?! Don't make me laugh." Malachy choked out a laugh between his tears and smiled. "Ye never were suppose to leave. Is t'is yer way of torturing me?" He shouted. "Congratulations, Kaya Woodward, ye fookin' did it! Ye tortured me enough. Don't leave me an' I won't 'urt yous anymore!"

Malachy tried to move his hands, but somehow, the venom was taking a major toll on his already weakened body. His hands became hollow and soon fell to the floor. His body was feeling so paralyzed and he was feeling so weak and humiliated. He tried to raise his head up to see her face. He could hear her heels stomp onto the floor to look at him closely. He wanted badly for her to just lower her body next to him and to feel her touch.

"Don't leave me." He muttered. "I love yous."  

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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"You knew exactly what you were doing and…" she didn’t know what else there was to say. "Now I know exactly what I’m doing." She looked down at his bleeding leg. What else was there to say to him now? She was going to simply leave him to Aileene, walk away and shut everything that had happened in New York out of her mind forever.

  Malachy blinked a few times; his brows completely furrowed by what she meant. Did he know what he was doing? Did he mean to fall in love with someone exactly like himself? No, he didn't, because he didn't know what love was. He never had it in his house and never was he allowed to stare at he opposite sex in this way. Love was for foolish people and his grandmother taught him better than that. She taught him that women were sinful creatures and would eventually lead you to do sinful deeds. Perhaps, this was the reason, why Malachy left his hometown in Ireland because he knew living with his mother or grandmother was poison enough. 

"I-I didn't know what I was doing." He stammered, something he never did, and began to hastily shake his head. "Yer not making any sense. Ye aren't leaving me! Ye aren't suppose to leave me.Ye an' I were suppose to stay together. We fight an' we leave fer a few days. We always come back to one another an' 'ere." Malachy placed his hand on his knee and started to walk fast towards the fireplace mantle. He grabbed a bag of Coke and held it between his fingers. "Ye came to get 'igh with me. Ye wanted to do t'at, ya? Ye wanted to!" He threw the bag against the wall and watched the white powder taint the floor beneath him.

Malachy fell to his knees and examined the drug on the floor. His breathing accelerated. He closed them tight and felt the stinging salt water escape his tear ducts. He could feel his eyes becoming completely drenched with those miserable feelings. Malachy was feeling hurt from all of this. He wanted everything to go back to normal. 

He turned to face her; his eyes bloodshot from crying. "I love yous." He said to her. "I'll say I love yous if ye come back to me an', an' we can 'ave it t'a way it always was before." He struggled to get up with his bloodied leg. "Ye came to Ireland to be with me an' to meet my family. Ye know 'ow it was like fer me! I don't want to be alone. Ye can't leave me!" He snarled. Malachy stood up angrily at her and began walking closer to try and grab her.

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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Only his name happened to be Malachy. “You are. You’re just like him in every possible way, you used me to try and forget something, to try and feel human again after all that horrible things that you’ve done and then you deserted me because you were finished and you would rather spend all your time working, you’d rather put your job in front of a woman that loves you.”

Carmine? She was comparing himself to Carmine? Why would she event think like that? Who had tortured her mind so much into making her fully believe that he was just like Carmine? Malachy wanted everything in his power to not be anything like the man Kaya spoke of, but now, it seemed as if her mind was made up. He had left her because of work and knew what would happen if he did leave her. He would face the consequences of his actions, but never, did he think they would hurt as badly as this. He would rather deal with her trying to kill him, as they did before, in the first mansion she ever bought. She was so raging and filled with emotions that he wanted to put a stop to them. She wasn't a completely different person right now. She was crying, yelling, and saying things she believed were true.

"Carmine.." Malachy voice trailed off. He began to think how they two ever could be similar. He gradually let his eyes shut to try and remember all the details of Carmine. He was nothing like him. Carmine was a womanizer who did the very thing Jean Malakian did. He would take girls from the street and make them feel as if they were worth something. Malachy never once fooled Kaya. He wasn't a liar. He never told a lie to the girl.

Then, she said it, those words that were breaking Malachy already broken heart into tinier pieces. Love. He had put his career ahead of Kaya because he knew that if she did fall in love with him there would be hell to pay. The countless women who proclaimed loved him ended up in a body bag. He couldn't take it. He didn't want to hear it. 

"Shut up!" He shouted, raising his hands to his ear, to block out her tone. "Don't say ye love me! Don't ye ever say ye love me!" He pointed a finger in her direction. "Ye can't fall in love with someone like me! I warned ye never to! First time we were together ye were fine with everything I did an' now..Fook!" He slammed his foot hard against the coffee table and watched as it shattered underneath him. 

Malachy flinched feeling the shards of glass piercing through his jeans and immediately he began walking closer towards Kaya, not caring, if she was backing away or not. He wanted to feel her presence. He wanted to just be closer to her by any means possible. He tried to reach out to grab her, but something inside him, made him stand firmly still in his place. He examined her features and pursed his lips. He refrained from saying anything to her. 

"I fell in love with yous t'a first time we were together at t'a gala.." He stated. "Ye an' I shared a kiss." His eyes lowered at the memory in his head of her soft lips against his. 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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"To say goodbye." She bit her lip, drawing blood and looking away from him, turning around to bite her hand and keep herself from crying. She swore she wouldn’t do it but she wanted to break him into a thousand little pieces, she wanted him to hurt in the same way, if not more. She inhaled deeply and exhaled, black tears streaming down her face, her blue eyes standing out more than ever. "Mal… I’m leaving." She whispered his name, the name that only shecould call him.

Malachy stumbled a bit backwards from the intensity of her voice. He could feel his heart beating a million beats per second. He shook his head, ignoring the anxiety creeping inside of him, trying hard not to believe a single thing that Kaya had said. He clasped his eyes shut to try and force himself up; this felt like a bad trip. He would open his eyes and would see himself laying on his bed in his room and stare at nothing. The white walls would be taunting him and he would be cursing at the paint for fooling him this way. He would quit doing acid if it meant seeing someone who he cared for leaving. Malachy opened his eyes and blinked a few times to focus on Kaya saddened expression.

She was there. She was still crying. She wasn't a hallucination. 

Malachy slammed his fists hard on the glass table and watched a line make its way through the table. He examined it long and hard; his heart breaking the same way as this table was. He slowly turned to face her; his body shaking from anger, but mostly, confusion. "Why are ye leaving me? We've been through stuff like t'is before. Why are ye leaving me? Explain to me!" He snarled, choking back a tear. 

Malachy walked closer towards her. He could see her take a step back. That single step made Malachy stand firmly in his position. He looked down at his fingers and raised them to his face to examine them. He only bruised his hand; nothing more. There was no blood. There was just his bruised hand and a woman who he cared for in the room. He cleared his throat and lowered his fingers back down to his sides. 

"Ye 'ate me so much yer going to run away? Ye won't even tell me where yer going to go. Ye came 'ere to say yer going to run away because ye want to torture me. Ye want me to act like t'is." He fell to his knees and tightened his hands in balled fists. "Why are ye leaving!?" He yelled in her direction. His bluish gray orbs were fighting back tears and frustration, but soon, that would come to an end. His thick wall he built for so many years was crumbling.

Malachy could feel the hell fires burning through his body when he heard her cry. He didn't want her to cry. Why was she doing this to him?To them? 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

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"You’re right." She watched towards him, her Jimmy Choo heels hitting the floor with purpose. She didn’t put her bag down because she wasn’t planning to stay. "And it’s all your fault. Funny how that works out." she looked at him, looking at the pill in his hand. "Going to kill yourself? Very nice Malachy. I always knew you were a coward."

"Ye always seem to come when I'm doing something I shouldn't be doing." He mumbled over his knee. He looked up at her and watched as his long legs fell to the ground. "Does it matter 'ow I do it? I don't feel yous in me anymore. Our connection is broken. I can't figure ye out anymore." 

Malachy confidently stood up this time. He stared dead into Kaya expressionless eyes. Her face was the same as ever. Beautiful. Porcelain, so fragile, that one touch could break her. He always wanted to treasure Kaya, but for some reason, he couldn't do it this time. He needed to watch over Aileene. He had an order. Authority always meant something to him. Right now, he was standing, in front of his former lover and wasn't understanding why he missed her. He wasn't understanding any of these emotions right now.

"Yer doing it again. Yer trying to make me suffer because of what I did. Ye always were good at it. Ye always made me t'ink twice about what I do. Aye, I fooked Aileene, an' I shouldn't 'ave. I didn't do it because I wanted 'er like 'ow I want yous. I did it because she was there." Malachy ran his fingers through his tousled hair and stood his ground. "Why are ye 'ere?"

There always was a catch. Kaya was good at that. She was good at playing mind games with Malachy and others. Her beauty was similar to Malachy and she would use that quality on other people. Malachy would use his soft features and bluish gray orbs to attract people; draw them in close. The two would snag people in so fast that others wouldn't see it coming. That was how Malachy was able to keep his drug dealing operation so successful and Kaya was able to kill. Even if there was something off with the two they still were able to pull forward those around them.

Right now. The two were reading each other. Trying to figure out what it was exactly that brought them here on this day. 

"Did ye come 'ere to say 'ow much ye 'ate me?" He asked nonchalantly. "Don't even bother." 

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Born to Die |Kaya|

This was what hell felt like. You know when you enter a world where you can't seem to get out of? That's the life Malachy lived every single day. He was filled with daily routines, one-after-another, of pointless drugs that would only fulfill his lust for torturing people. Every day was just another day of him sending out shipments of his drugs and trying them out on people who actually wanted to try the drug. Malachy always would warn the many people what they were consuming, but as usual, they would die in front of him and he would stare at them. He was so hollow. The feeling he had when Kaya left him was unbearable. He was in his own hell again and could very much hear the emptiness throughout his home. This was worst than being locked away from society. Malachy could leave any time he wanted. 

He looked down at his drugs and loosely began to play with them. All he needed was a few hits of his own medicine and he would be gone. He could leave. His lips pursed, hesitating as he began picking them up individually, and held them tightly in his grasp.

This was exactly what hell felt like. Wanting that burning desire to kill yourself because no one in this life would remember you. No one would care if a drug dealer was off the streets. No one would care if the bastard child was away and what would it matter if they did care? He didn't have Kaya anymore. She was gone. The one person in his life who was there for him was now gone. He felt that this time would be coming soon, but, he wasn't prepared for it. Kaya eventually would fall for someone else and eventually would she marry a man worthy of her time. Malachy lowered his eyes and watched as the pills began to slip away from his fingers to fall on the floor.

He knelt down to pick them up and slipped a few in his pocket. He held onto one dearly and stared up at the ceiling, pill in front of him, and examined its contents. Such a powerful drug from such a small white pill. He lowered the pill down to his lips and kissed it once. Trying to remember the times in Amsterdam when Kaya so graciously gave herself to him and trying to remember the time he raped her. Those precious moments still were dear to him. Then, he remembered, the time when Kaya drugged him for the first time. Never, in his life, had someone drugged someone like him. It was difficult to even believe that she was exactly like him. 

She was, though. Kaya Woodward was his other half and with her gone..he had nothing. Emptiness.

"T'is is really over." He muttered, sighing, looking up at the ceiling. His bluish gray gaze became hypnotized at the ceiling above. He could picture every time he was with Kaya. Every mob boss they had encountered or dealt with; Kaya was there. His heart was pounding. He reached for his chest and tried to calm himself down. "I 'ave nothing." He said. 

[malachyolaughlin]

Im flattered t’at ye think so.. an’ I honestly never noticed ye. Ye must really know ‘ow to get around under other’s peoples noses unnoticed, Malachy.. An’ ye want me to smile an’ not think about Oisin? But ye just can’t put a ‘old on yer own thoughts about t’a man. Besides.. why do ye figure Oisin is what’s on my mind, any’ow.. It’s just been a pretty long day, is all.

So.. [slamming her own empty glass on the bar top she leans over on her elbows] ye come ‘ere to talk more about my daughter? ‘ow surprising! Ye are a very unpredictable man, O’Laughlin. I can’t disagree with ye, as much as I’d like to.. But.. Aileene ‘as a chance to get out of t’a mess she’s in with yous, it makes her an’ I situation completely different. 

-an’ when did being Irish become such a bad thing?

I'm use to it. I've been away from people fer quite some time. I would look out fer Aileene because Oisin 'as told me to do so. I focus all my time on logic itself. I'm not so unpredictable. My actions reflect towards my work. Aileene wouldn't get into trouble because 'er 'da 'as permitted me to not 'ave 'er anywhere near my area of expertise. 

It became a bad t'ing t'a minute I was born. 

[malachyolaughlin]

Move now.

[malachyolaughlin]

But Malachy, you can’t keep a girl like Aileene from doing what she wants for forever. Especially a little feisty thing like her. Girls like her know what they want and they don’t stop until they get it.

Maybe its her you should be giving these warnings and not me? As open as she was with me I assumed she knew exactly what she was doing. I guess not, now seeing as that I have one uninvited Malachy O’Laughlin to worry about.

Open? Ye were intimate weren't yous?