The words - like her consciousness - faded, and then there was only the pain and the haze. Whether she was awake or sleeping, alive or dead, was unknown to Pippa, all she knew was the pain.Â
Pain. That must mean you're alive.Â
           Or in hell.Â
Hell would be obvious. She thought to herself Fire, screams, blood.Â
Pippa tried to scream, tried to open her eyes, but all it resulted in was more pain, and then more haze. As time, or what she perceived as time in the foggy state of her mind, passed, Pippa thought more about what had lead her to this.Â
First she thought of Robert, the name itself causing waves of anger through her body; her body that felt miles away. She remembered his words, and then the silence. The look on his face as he went to work destroying her own. He said he would do it, and she'd hoped that he would, but then he'd left her. He'd left in the haze with nothing but the pain and the cold, he'd left her alive.Â
The anger subsided and she then thought of all the other people who had wronged her,but as Pippa got further into the list, she realised an important thing. Something that, if only she'd seen it earlier, could have brought her off the path that lead her to this haze.
          It had always been her fault.Â
  You could have stopped it anytime. Â
                    It didn't have to be like this.Â
Pride.   and Vanity.  And your arrogance.  But look at you now.Â
             Oh how the mighty fall.Â
She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But all Pippa could muster in the depths of her hell, was the sound a child might make in the dark.Â
Because that's how it always ends, doesn't it?Â
                Not with a roar, but with a whimper.Â
                    [DECEASED]
You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. That said, I did know your son, however briefly. Our acquaintanceship was not a friendly one, and that’s putting it lightly. To move things along, I’ll just say it;
I, Pippa Song, used my ability to murder your son, Edgar.
Unfortunately, I can’t really explain why I did so, and definitely not in a way that would make any sense. I did it, simply, because I could.Â
Now I want to stress, that I’m not writing out of remorse, or that you can have someone take me away. In fact, in all likelihood, I’ll be dead by the time you read this. I don’t look for forgiveness either, I understand that nothing I do will bring back what I took from you. All I want to do is provide some closure. To stop the confusion that you might be feeling and make sure you know that I will no be doing this to anyone else ever again.
You have my most sincere apology and I hope that you never forgive me. I don’t deserve it any more that Edgar deserved to die.Â
As a child, I always liked dressing up and getting into character, and actors are lucky in being able to retain that playfulness, though we do seem to find it hard to grow up.
His hand traveled down her side, across her backside, then down her leg until his fingers hooked under her knee and pulled it up to wrap around his waist. He bit gently into her throat, putting only enough pressure there for her to feel it before letting the skin of her throat go.
"Hmmm…" He hummed against the skin of her throat, opposite hand traveling up to thread through her hair and pull her head back, exposing more of her pale skin for his pleasure. "I think I may just fuck you right here…. turn you around so everyone can see my conquest for the evening… what do you say?"
"I say.." Pippa started, leaning back against the near table whilst her fingers trailed down his chest, settling on his belt buckle before she stopped and looked at him with a raised eyebrow "If you wanted to use these windows to show off, you should have chosen somewhere further down"Â
Humming lightly, with a smirk Pippa used her leg to pull Jasper in closer, wrapping her arms around his neck again and tugging at the back of his hair.
Jasper felt himself pulled towards her. Without telling his body to do so, he set down his glass and stepped forward, putting both hands on her waist. His face broke out in a devilish grin, as his fingers tightened, pulling her flush against him.
"That…. is incredibly hot." he said. He took a step forward, pushing her up against the windows, using his body to hold her there. "A woman who knows her way around power… that’s just fucking sexy as hell…." He pressed his lips against her throat, laving an open mouthed kiss over her pulse.
"I’m no stranger to power myself… but I’ll save that for later tonight…"
Pippa quickly downed the drink, placing it on the table near her before Jasper did as he was told. Her hands went up to his chest, finger's smoothing over the light shirt before wrapping around his neck, pleased with his response.Â
"Oh I look forward to it-" She said in a husky voice, trailing her hand through his hair and letting out a small sound of pleasure at the feeling of his mouth on her skin.
"Oh.. Shay. Well… I suppose, if there’s ever a time to explain, I guess that it’s now." Pippa mumbled as they sat by the swimming pool. Were it any other time, there would be no way she would ever have given this want the time of day, but since this was her last day on earth, if all went to plan, then what was the harm?
"I have a little sister. She’s about three years younger than me, I think. Annoying little brat, but harmless. Of course, she doesn’t know herself any more, she doesn’t know me, doesn’t really know anything."
"The last time she talked to me, talked to anyone, she was 5, I was 8. My mom had taken us into the city, she had to go to the bank or something boring like that. She went to get the money, leaving me and Olive outside watching some street performer, I don’t remember what he was doing." Pippa sighed and shook her head, though her expression remained neutral.
"I was 8. You don’t leave 8 year olds to look after anything. My mother, she never was the brightest spark, but this… I wasn’t watching Olive, she followed something, again, I never found out what it was, she ran into the road, driver couldn’t stop in time, crash."Â
Staying quiet for a moment, Pippa let out a long sigh as she reminisced over that fateful day.
"She survived of course, brain-damaged, major nerve-damage, but alive, even now, forever stuck in some care-home without a visitor… I go sometimes, but it's pretty pointless… My parents of course blamed me, I don’t know if they ever talked to me properly after that, not that we’d been particularly close before the accident. I knew it wasn't my fault, but they damn sure tried to make me believe it was.
Jasper almost didn’t want to let her go, but did so with a reluctant groan.
"As much as I would love to see you try to guess, It’s this way." He took her hand this time, not waiting to see if she would allow it and pulled her down the hallway. a few turns later he was sliding the key into the lock and opening the door.
His apartment was fairly large for a bachelor, a mix of modern and retro. The entire wall across from the door was made of windows, and the furniture was made with the flowing retro lines but everything was a modernistic palatte in shades of grays and blues.
"Welcome to my humble abode." he said, closing the door behind him. He pulled her towards the wall of windows and poured them both a glass of scotch. He handed her a glass and took a sip of his own, looking out over the New York skyline.
"I love it up here." he said suddenly, "Makes me feel powerful to be able to look across all of this." He turned to look at her, and smiled into his glass, "But I bet you know all about that. Control. Power. Do you love the thrill of it as much as I do?"
Pippa followed him, taking his hand and letting herself be lead through the hall and into his apartment. Once inside, she instantly started looking around, taking in the interesting decor. Her places were always either strictly modern or strictly vintage, but this mix was certainly interesting.
“The power? Oh you have no idea” She muttered, sipping her drink and staring out over the city with a sly smirk. “I can literally make people do whatever I want. For example, if I were to say, oh I don’t know, walk over her and put your hands on my waist , you would powerless to resist” she said, raising her eyebrow at him, intertwining her words with her ability and let it do it’s thing.
"I’m afraid you’re wrong my dear Miss Song." He said, "Whatever satisfaction I get from killing you will be nowhere near as satisfying as making your greatest fear into reality." He pulled her away from Shay, putting distance between the two and keeping her safe. But now he had to make sure she’d be safe from her for always. That Pippa would never be able to bother her again. "I have to keep my word, because I am a man of my word. And if I am not a man of my word I am nothing." He said, "But you do want to die Miss Song. Because really, you’re boring. You’re just as dull as all these tiny people in this city, unsuspecting of the events to come. You’re boring." He tilted his head, his tone suddenly changing as he whispered in her ear.Â
Jasper laughed against her throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. Shay’s free hand shot up to card through the short hair at the back of his neck, the other sliding low over his hip as he pulled her closer with one hand on the back of her hips.
"Really? Because when you’re asleep, you’re my little doll. A toy for me to play with. I can make you do as I wish, whatever it is that I want, and I can take it from you with minimal effort." He watched as her face drew nearer to his own, delighting in the slight shaking he could see from the fight she was no doubt giving at the pull.
"So you see my dear, while there is more challenge in the conquest of a woman without forcing her, there are certain pleasures from the delight in the complete control over another." He grinned down at her as he felt her hand slipping from the back of his head, down his sculpted chest and taut stomach until her hand rested against the obvious hardness of his arousal.
"So I repeat, nothing is beneath me doll face. And if you really think that you’re not mine to control and do with what I please? Why don’t you make me stop hmm? Oh that’s right… you can’t…"Â
With that said, their lips crashed together. If anyone were able to see, it would be obvious the hate between them.
Shay scrunched her face up in disgust again. “I hate you.” she practically whimpered as she tried to fight him by resisting the pull towards his face. She felt hot, warm liquid spilling out of her nose as she fought him, a whine escaping her outside the dream as he hands clutched the chair tightly, knuckles turning white.
"And you’re disgusting." Shay spat, glaring at him with more hate than she could muster. Even more than she had for Albert.Â
She closed her eyes as he forced her hand down his body, stopping at the erection that could clearly be felt through his pants. “Stop.” Shay whispered pleadingly. “Pl—” But then she felt his lips press against her and she tried to pull back, making the blood trickle from her nose a little more, dripping over the side of her cheek.
Boring. Dull. Possibly the only kinds of words that ever had an effect on her, but Robert knew that. He was saying these things because, well, they were probably true, and that he wanted to make her suffer. That's what he wanted, she knew it was what she deserved, but Pippa would give anything for him just to wipe her out properly.Â
"Please. Please just kill me. It wont matter if I die, it didn't matter that I lived." She said in a wobbly, low voice as her eyes watched Shay, who seemed to be in some kind of distress, even in her sleep. "Something's wrong with your friend" She mumbled, looking down at the ground and gritting her teeth.
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