As soon as Misty stepped into the Arcadia Movement she could feel the stored energy thrumming with the gargantuan power it held. Sayur had way too much time on his hands. But not for long, she would make sure of that. Misty silently walked towards Akiza's room with a stealthy gait and knocked on her door.
"Come in" came Akiza's soft call from behind the door, as Misty stepped in Akiza closed the book she had been writing in and turned to face her.
"You're early" Aki said.
"I know" Misty replied. Aki silently rose and went over to the window. She paused for a moment then abruptly threw herself out of it, enjoying the rush before slowing herself with her powers. All of a sudden she was in some one's arms.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Yusei yelled.
"Because Misty is going to kill Sayur and I really don't want to be there when she does" Aki replied calmly.
Yusei sounded confused, "Kill him, aren't they on the same side, and don't they have a thing together?"
She laughed, "They are and I think they do, but he killed her brother in cold blood, and she will get her revenge for that."
Yusei nodded and set her down. Aki looked up and saw misty heave her duffel bag out the window and caught it just before it hit the ground. Aki and Yusei walked away casually, hand in hand.
Misty turned away from the window and stalked silently down the hall to Sayur's room. When she pushed open the door she saw him walking over to his bed, shirt hanging open to reveal his perfectly chiseled chest and abdomen. Misty walked in, took off her jacket and set her backpack on his bed.
"Hello, Sayur." She said coldly, her voice derived of all emotion.
"Why so tense, Beautiful?" Sayur replied.
"Do NOT call me that." Misty said bitterly.
"Oh come on, stop being such a hard ass. Do you mean to tell me that you don't like it when I do this?" Sayur said as he walked over to Misty and began gently softly kissing her neck.
She stood there for a moment before she gently pushed Sayur away.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be." Sayur smirked, taking his shirt the rest of the way off revealing his muscular back as well as his chest.
"I'm afraid this still has to be hard,"
Sayur said with a hint of malice. Suddenly he spun Misty around and pinned her to the wall with his body in one fluid motion. He caressed her lips delicately with his. She returned the kiss hesitantly for a moment then turned away. Sayur grinned then began gently kissing her neck again. Suddenly, Misty back-handed him across the face. Hard. She happened to be wearing a ring at the time so there was a bloody gash where it had come in contact with his cheek. Sayur looked shocked. Misty walked over to her backpack and unzipped it.
"What the fuck was that for?" he shouted.
"It was for making things harder." Misty retorted curtly.
She turned to face Sayur again, four knives in each hand. Now he looked a bit alarmed.
"What are you going to do with those, cutie?" he said with a hint of a sneer coloring his voice.
"Don't EVER call me that again!" she bellowed.
As she did so, Sayur was pinned against the wall with a sudden barrier of power that felt like a brick wall. Misty threw the knives she was holding at Sayur, and they landed exactly in their intended targets, his knees, elbows, hands, feet and shoulders. They kept him held firmly to the wall, even with the blood that was beginning to trickle down on them from Sayur's body. When he turned to look what misty was doing his face turned an ashen white. Instruments for the most vile, savage, immoral forms of slow and painful torture fell one by one onto the bed as Misty shook them out of her backpack.
"What are you going to use those for?" Sayur stammered.
"I think you know the answer to that." Misty replied in an icy tone.
A look of pure horror crossed his face as he was struck by the realization of the moment. "You're going to kill me," He said simply.
"Great job, Einstein," Misty said in a belittling tone.
She glanced at the fire place then grabbed a small bag of coals and a sacrificial blade ceptor from the bed. Carefully, Misty placed the sharp end of the captor in the roaring fire and placed the coals around it, meticulously arranging them so as to promote even heating.
"Thanks for getting the fire ready." Misty said, glancing over her shoulder.
A look of uncorrupted love flashed across his face for a split second before turning into a hard mask of nothingness. He looked at the ground for a second then turned his face to her.
"You know I would do anything to make you happy, even die."
Misty sighed, "Yes, but the one thing I want the most is the one thing you can't give me."
Sayur looked very confused, "Wait, are you talking about a baby because, about that sex we had . . . "
Misty shook her head and replied coldly, "Hell no, quit playing dumb, Sayur. I know how smart you are. You know exactly what I'm talking about." Sayur tilted his head,
"You know Misty, if you do this and find out it was a mistake, you will never forgive yourself."
She smiled innocently and plainly said "I know."
"What will you gain from this?" Sayur asked in an incredulous voice. Misty walked over to Sayur, looked him directly in the eyes and asked:
"Why do I have to gain something?"
*Side Note*
Omg I love the smell of gain, it's like heaven on earth. If my mom would buy Gain more often maybe I would actually do my won laundry. Although I have gotten high of it before, maybe that's why she never buys it anymore. But,
BACK TO THE STORY!
"Because I know you Misty, and you don't do things without thinking them through first and figuring out what you can get from the situation." Sayur replied. Misty shook her head slowly and turned away to face the gulped visibly then turned his head away from Mist. The pale moon light that trickled into the room shone on his face. Misty walked over to the door then closed it and turned off the lights. The fire seemed oddly bright, as if determined to light the whole room with its glow alone. The room was dark, but the silhouette of Misty selecting a weapon from the bed was unmistakable. She turned, walked over to Sayur, and in spected him.
"Try not to scream too much, okay?"
She laughed in a maniacl way that made Sayur shiver. Misty opened her hand to reveal a small bottle that appeared to be made of saphire resting in her palm. it was ornately carved with a lead stopper. Sayur almost laughed until he realixed what the contents of the bottle probably was.
"Please don't tell me thats . . ."
"Seithr oil," Misty finished " my own special blend too. I add a little bit of raw shatana blood so that it workes faster."
Sayur began to panic and hyper ventilate. Misty began to crack up, but sayur took no notice. Without warning Misty suddenly stoped laughing and slaped sayur to make him stop hyperventilating "I think i'll save this for later," Misty decided. She set the bottle on the windowsill then grabbed another mysterious object form the bed.
"Oh God, whats that?" Sayur said, fear lacing his voice.
"Just a little toy of mine." Misty replied with an evil grin. She turned back to sayur with a cattle prod in her hand. "Since you killed my brother with electricity, i find it fitting to start off with a similar kind of pain." Misty said with conviction.
"Wait, thats what this is about?" Sayur said with a laugh "I didn't . . ." But he never got to finish his sentance because Misty chose that precise moment to shock him with the cattle prod. At this point she was absoloutly shaking with anger, so much that she could barely manage to mumble: " Dont ever try to deny the truth, it will only make things worse for you." She jabed the cattle prod into his stomach and held it there. When she finally pulled it away from him he was foaming at the mouth and there was a silvery butn mark where the cattle prod had been. Misty took a few breaths in an effort to try to calm herself. As soon as it was no longer in contact with his skin Sayur began to ghasp in pain. When Misty realized this she let out a chuckle.
"I didn't . . . . .do . . . . .anything." Sayur ghasped in a raspy voice. This made Misty visibly angrier. she grabbed a dagger off of the bed. It was a very beautiful blade. the hilt was ornately carved with a big ruby at the pommel and two smaller ones at each end of the cross guard. In one smooth motion she yanked Sayur's jaw open and sliced out his tongue. A peircing scream suddenly filled the air along with a scarlet mist of blood. " I am sick and tired of your excuses and your lies! Now i won't have to deal with them." Blood was now oozing out of Sayur's mouth. This seemed to make Misty calmer. Then, in a hauntingly strange voice she said "First to go is your tongue to pay for the lies to spoke, next to go are your eyes in vengance for the way you look at aki, but the punishment for you both will be yours to bear." As she finished saying this she took the dagger in her hand and shoved it n his eye socket, turning it in a circle before bringing it back out again, along with the eyeball. sayurs screams filled her ears as she did the sam for the other eye. Misty tossed aside the dagger then walked over to the fire where the blade ceptor lay. She looked at it for a second then picked it up. Misty held the glowing hot end an inch away from Sayur's face so that he could feel the heat.
"Sayur, this is for me, my own personal reasons, and for the mangled, and tainted love you gave me." Misty spat in a merciless tone.
Misty took the blade ceptor and slowly carved two halves of a broken heart onto his chest and abdomen. Because the blade ceptor was so hot, it prevented most of the bleeding that would normaly occor in and inch-deep wound. Next, Misty selected a medium- sized crystaal box that appeared to contain pins. She opened the box and grabed a handful before closing the box and tossing it onto the bed. Misty threw the pins at him with nearly inhumane speed and accuracy. The pins seemed almost magnetically attracted to him. Each pin had a distict greenish glow as well as an aily coating.
"Just in case your wondering why things seem to hurm more its because i coated those pins with pure shatana blood wich, if prepared correctly, increases the awarness and intesity of pain."
The next tool she selected was a razor sharp axe. Misty pulled out some of the knives holding him to the wall and hacked the res of his limps off, leaving is hands and feet as bloody stumps on the wall.
"Now, for your cut throat tenacity in your pursuit of killing, I will slit your throat." Misty said.
She carefully slid the axe blade across his throat, making sure not to go deep enough to kill him immediately. She stood yp and snatched the saphire bottle wiht the seithr oil from off the windowsill. she then knelt over sayur with one knee on each siede of his chest. Misty tried to pry open his jaw, but could'nt manage it so she just gave up and broke it open, pouring the contents of the bottle down his throal. She stood up, and watched as Sayur began to writhe on the floor, mouth open as if to scream, but he was in to much pain to scream and his vocal cords had been eaten by the flesh eating acid in the bottle. when his convulsions began to slow and the acid had almost completely idssonved his internal organs Misty whispered
"See you in hell, bastard."
When he stopped moving and breathing Misty turned him so that his back was on the floor, romoved the heart-shaped pendant he had given her from her neck, and placed it on his ches where it was quickly followed by one of her tears.
"Good bye, my love." she whispered gently in his ear.
She put her torture instruments back in the backpack and left both his room and the building. Misty walked off into the night, becoming nothing more than a shadow in a matter of seconds. Only two hours had passed, but it felt like years for her. When she arrived at her apartment she carefully climbed the stairs until she arrived at her apertment door wich she unlocked with the key in her pocket. Misty then tossed her backpack onto the couch and dropped her shaking form onto the bed. All of a sudden she sat bolt up-right, fully alert. There was another person in the room, she could feel it. Misty could just make out who it was, it was . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Kallen? She looked over to the window next to her bed, and sure enough, there was Kallen perched on the windowsill.
"Hello." he said in a pleasent voice.
"Hey, Kallen." Misty replied, relaxing somewhat. Kallen jumped down from the windowsill and landed on the bed. He layed down next to Misty.
"You seem shaky." He observed.
"Thats because i just murdered Sayur." Misty replied. a look of shock flitted across Kallen's face before it was replaced by a smile, wich was accompanied by a laugh.
"So you finally got your revenge. I'm glad hes dead, too. Now your all mine. I only wish i could have been there."
"No, you don't." Misty said with a smile as she layed her head on Kallen's chest. They both smiled in shared pleasure as they fell peacefully asleep together, their bodies entwined in a peaceful embrace. For a moment, all was as it should be. But in their roiling chaotic world, nothing stayed blissful for long . . . . . . . . . . . .