Kiss with a Fist | Lex & Bea
RP :: (8 RP)
Early morning, Day 1
Fury pounded through Lex's lean frame, tensing every muscle to the point of breaking. Perhaps the coke was a bad idea after all. Mixed with the uncontrollable anger coursing through Lex, the drugs were turning him into the heartless monster the FBI was on th search for, the monster who would murder his family in cold blood. Grief at his sister's lost mingled with the madness incurred by the loss of his photo resulted in a version of Lex he didn't know was completely possible. Blood pounded in his ears, his vision filtering away until there was only red. Always prone to tantrums, unless the situation was beyond horrible in which case he became disturbingly calm (much like after he got the news that his sister had been in the bank), Lex felt his grasp on reality slipping.
He railed against cabin doors, his foot exploding through the wood, nearly knocking the planks off their hinges, all the while looking for the girl. Zoe, he thought with a raging disgust. Why would she take that anyway? What use was it to her? The bitch didn't even know what meaning it might ho-
Fuck.
She'd said he looked familiar... Did she know? Had she recognized him and decided to impart her own sick revenge instead of turning him over to the authorities? Lex's mind worked in overdrive while he continued to force his way into people's room, determined to find the dark haired thief. He had to find her, he thought desperately, his anger giving way to anguish. There was no other option. In Lex's mind, she was the only culprit and if she didn't have it...
"ZOOOOEEEE, snowy, showy, ZOE! Come out" Lex bellowed, his voice a perverse mockery of a sing song. "I know you're down here SOMEWHERE!"
His foot crashed through a door on the opposite side of the deck from the broom cupboard of a room he'd passed out in the night before and he saw what looked like a familiar tangle of dark hair cascading over a plush pillow. "YOU!" He screamed, angry tears threatening to spill over his eyelids. He was so close. He only prayed that this was the girl he'd been searching for. Storming into the toom, both fury and drugs fueling his movement, Lex reached out and closed his fingers around the girl's thin arm, momentarily surprised at the muscle definition in it, before dragging her out of the bed. His free hand was already at his back pocket, pulling out his prized blade.
"WHERE IS IT? WHERE THE FUCK IS IT, YOU THIEVING WHORE!!"
His words were nearly unintelligible, warped by the force he threw behind them. Lex yanked the girl against him, an embrace reminiscent of their last encounter, yet fueled by an entirely different kind of passion. He was unaware of the tears streaming down his face, his mind focused completely on the photograph of his sister and what he was willing to do to get it back. In this moment, Lex didn't see the intriguingly beautiful girl he'd met the day before, hell he didn't even think about the boy he'd nearly fucked in a DJ booth, who's hoodie he still wore. No, his only thought was what twisted person would would care to steal a simple photograph when he had hundreds of dollars worth of drugs in his other pocket.
He began shuddering, shaking the girl along with him, unaware of the words spilling out of his mouth, words that mingled with yet more salty tears. "Where is it....? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH IT?" He screamed, his knife at her throat.