CHAPTER15: ADDICTION
Silence…
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A spark…
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… and then madness took the form of a terrain…
… at least that was the only way to put it without losing touch of sanity.
A lone mass stood amidst the expanse of madness, surrounded by a nauseating green mist.
Entity clashed against entity
Form clashed with form.
Creature struggled against creature.
A lone eye here, a jumbled mash up of misshapen eyes there.
A slender needle like tongue here, a thick, muscular, slimy tentacle there.
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… the mass twisted – a sound reminiscent to the squeezing of grinded meat – and seemed to move from one spot to the other in accordance to its stomach churning writhing, the multitude of misshapen forms on it moved in tandem with each other but with a distinct difference to their movements.
Some eyes blinked, others stared blankly while some stared fiercely.
Some mouths chewed on… something best left unknown while rivulets of red, black and green fluids flowed out the corner of their… 'lips'. Other mouths snarled, and the rest uttered mind shattering phrases of an abominable tongue in different pitch's, tone's, accent's, and intonations.
Odd looking appendages – all bearing eerily similar resemblances to hands – gestured, gesticulated, and waved wildly with no sense of coordination whatsoever.
The remainder of what made up the mass is better left unsaid.
It was chaos in the highest sense of the word.
From the perspective of a random observer it would seem that the mass was crawling…
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… perhaps it would be more sincere to say that said observer would lack the ability to comprehend much of anything if he or she were to enter this landscape.
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… "IMMEDIATE ANNIHILATIONBORNE FROM IMMEDIATE ATTRACTION…"
A brief chuckle… or at least best understood as a chuckle.
"…AMUSING"
"Okay"
The red head gave an explosive sigh at his response, "Not here Percy" she added tiredly.
His lips twitched and he put his hands in his pocket, but made no effort to move beyond that.
Her patience expired.
"God dammit Percy! Can you for just this once think about anyone but yourself?!" her outburst caught everyone off guard as they were so used to her mitigated use of the emotion known as anger.
Now wasn't one of them.
Percy didn't seem to give a shit.
"No"
Her forest grin eyes hardened at his – seemingly – flippant statement before softening just as fast as her anger ebbed away. "Percy… please, I just need you alone for a minute"
His sea green eyes got a certain gleam in them that she knew (by now) meant that he was curious, "Kinky…"
Her eyebrows flattened as she gave him an equally flat look.
"… lead the way, I guess"
She spun on her heel and he followed.
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"So what's the problem?" his tone lacked the usual teasing or even any of his usual hints of humour (be they light hearted or downright dark).
Hell, there was nothing 'usual' about his tone.
He almost sounded as if he were… afraid?
Shaking her head to dispel the ridiculous thought, the Russian red head squared her shoulder and took in a calming breath as she prepared herself for what was to come tumbling out from her mouth in a few short moments.
She shut her eyes.
Steady breaths
More steady breaths.
Even more steady breaths.
Her eyes snapped open
"Look, Percy…" her words got stuck in her throat.
'No pussyfooting Romanoff, be straight and to the point, that's how you've always done it, and that's how you always will'
"… our relationship was the best thing to happen to me in a long time, and it's something that I will always cherish what he have…" she paused a bit and then corrected herself, "… had. But I think that we should call it quits while we still can"
She saw a flash of pain flit past his eyes, but he gave no visible expression of hurt, sadness or even anger.
"… why?"
The question, while not unexpected, still caught her off guard. Or more accurately his tone caught her off guard.
She pressed on.
"Honestly? I think that this… thing between us is compromising me mentally and I can't afford to keep living my life like an obsessive teenage American girl with a crush"
He stared at her.
And suddenly the blood in her veins turned to ice, her breath came out in short gasps and an overwhelming sense of panic descended on her like a tonne of sand.
'What the fuck did I just say?!'
He held the stare for a bit longer, retaining his sense of calm while she descended further into what would likely end up as a panic attack.
He broke the stare and looked at the ground.
She squirmed uncomfortably, cherry red lips parted slightly (no doubt to spew out an explanation), before abruptly closing as she thinned her lips.
"… so basically you're breaking up with me" his tone was flat, bland, neutral, monotone, and whatever else that was synonymous with the lack of emotion in his tone.
She didn't like it.
"It's not like that Percy, I'm not breaking up with you…" her tongue felt heavy and tasted sour as she struggled to formulate the exact word, "… I just think that we need a break from each other" her voice went low as she barely mumbled out the latter part of her sentence.
It didn't bother her in the slightest on how confused her words made her seem, she just wanted to take back what she just said… but that was impossible
The half blood's stare became a frown.
He vanished.
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Steve sensed that nothing good could come out of this.
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The half blood materialized above the Marianna Trench, his sea green eyes glowing in the darkness.
With nothing but a mere flicker of a thought he dropped down to the depths of the trench.
His body sped down, faster than any bullet.
His mind… regressed so to speak.
Not to his time as a child, but to the time when he first started his… career as a contract killer.
Search and destroy.
More accurately an outright brute display of raw, unhinged, power.
He had no intention for surgical precision.
No plans to divide and remove.
None to seek and acquire.
Generally speaking, he had no need for any of the fancy techniques that he had acquired from his years of experience in the field of contract killing.
He landed at the bottom of the trench without a sound.
On the vestiges of his mind, he realized that he felt no opposition whatsoever from the pressure all the way down here.
He closed his eyes.
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The water around him hummed violently, to his ears alone of course.
Sea green orbs snapped open and with a motion of his fingers, the sea around him blew apart, contorting into a five hundred feet tall and five hundred feet wide dome, leaving him on perfectly dry land.
The air within said dry space was practically nonexistent though.
He relinquished his control over it and the waters crashed back into him at full force.
He raised a brow as he felt not as much as a shove as the surrounding salt water took back its place.
His jaw clenched in concentration, and with a slow methodical closing of his right fist, the water within the entire trench froze solid…
… with him encased in it.
He frowned at his thoughtlessness but the ice within the trench liquefied with naught a thought.
The water around him began to swirl, picking up speed as it went on… he dispelled the whirlpool just as it reached maximum speed.
Despite the abundance of fluid around him, the half blood knew that his tear ducts were working full time.
He was crying.
A snarl escaped his lips at that realization.
But he wouldn't let himself get pulled back by the past.
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He shook his head, he wouldn't distract himself from his current distraction with another distraction.
A dark chuckle escaped his lips briefly.
His eyes regained their focus.
He shut his eyes and felt his gut churn as if it wanted to rend itself apart.
He persevered.
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Then the oceans were lifted beyond the sea floor.
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Wanda stared at the individual before her with no small amount of disgust.
This was to much of a disturbance for a task as simple as getting some groceries… and why the hell hadn't this idiot taken the hint yet?
"Come on, don't leave me hanging…"
'That sounds like a good idea at the moment…'
"Ah! You're the quiet type huh, too bad I would love to hear you scream, but it doesn't really matter…"
The Sokovian vomited… literally.
Her… unwanted company jumped back in shock at the sight of the revolting milky, chunky mess that the mutant had just expelled on the roadside.
"Whoa! Sorry about that, I swear to god I didn't know you were ill, I would've…"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Her voice was as frigid as (she hoped) the look in her eyes.
Unwanted companion recoiled in shock.
"Don't you have anything… and I mean ANYTHING at all to do than to hit on a random lady on the streets in the hopes of getting your vagina licked out in a one night stand?" her voice was calm but firm… and annoyed, definitely annoyed.
The stranger frowned in what appeared to be slight annoyance, "Jeez, you could've just said no…"
Wanda's left brow twitched as she felt her self control steadily slipping, "Your name" though, somehow, she managed to keep her voice level.
"Huh?"
She shut her eyes and took in a calming breath, "What is your name?"
"Oh, well I'm Stacy…"
The mutant didn't let her finish, "I don't need to know your surname, but I need you to get this into that sexually depraved airhead of yours. I am not a lesbian, I have never been a lesbian, I have no intentions of becoming one and your pestering me over the past half hour to have sex with you has not swayed my decision one bit… but I give you credit for managing to sway my stomach and make me lose my lunch…" her eyes snapped open and sharpened as a glare found its way to her face. "… the very idea of two women in bed physically sickens me and I do not appreciate you painting such vivid images in my head all in the name of flirting so I will say this once and after that if you are still within a ten metre radius of my person, I will make sure you know exactly how it feels to have your mind broken beyond repair."
Stacy frowned but complied, hurriedly putting distance between herself and the Sokovian… but not before said Sokovian picked up on her thoughts.
'Never seen a homophobic hottie before…'
She rolled her eyes before picking her bag of groceries off the floor and continuing on her way.
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The door to the small apartment slid open and the Sokovian mutant slid in quietly, a quick scan of the apartment (with a bit of a psychic sensing thrown in) confirmed that her brother wasn't in the apartment… or in the building for that matter.
That was fine, at least she would not be disturbed.
She carelessly dropped the grocery bag on the couch… she would sort it out later.
She stepped into the room… his room.
Her pupils dilated, her breath came out in uneven sharp gasps as her eagerness grew.
She relieved herself of her clothes with reckless abandon, uncaring if the fabric got damaged in any way.
They were just clothes after all, she could always buy new ones, better ones, from different sources.
But this… there was only one source for her fix and the sooner she liberated herself from the confines of her clothing then the sooner she could indulge herself to her hearts content.
She locked the door.
Her nostrils were quick to inhale the musk of the room.
Somehow the musk… his musk, was still present… but hers was starting to become noticeable. She would have to find something else with his musk on it soon but until then she would make do with what she had.
Beside she considered the fact that the musk had lasted this long to be nothing more than good luck.
A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine and at the edge of her lust addled mind, she took note of the fact that a trail of clear sticky fluid ran down her thigh.
Impatience set in.
She took her place under the sheets… and took a long whiff.
A sharp cry of pleasure burst from her throat and escaped through her lips as surplus quantities of ejaculate escaped her vagina.
A soft whimper escaped her cherry red lips as her nether regions ached and begged for more than just a whiff.
A hand went to her left nipple and pinched hard.
She gasped in ecstasy and her other hand dipped between her legs to scoop some of the liquid pleasure that spewed forth from her gash, before quickly bringing them up to her lips.
She wouldn't (couldn't even) deny herself any longer.
Two fingers spread her nether lips apart while a third one softly stroked the slightly protruding pinkness within it.
Her lips spread apart slightly as her erratic breathing continued. Her thumb joined the fray while her index finger abandoned its previous task of spreading her vagina. The two, now, free fingers went for her clitoris and diddled at the nub furiously making her fluids flow even faster, with a sharp pinch she came undone again, once more soaking the unwashed sheets with her sexual fluids.
She threw all forms of finesse out the metaphorical window at that point, and forcefully shoved three fingers into her opening and went to town… on herself so to speak.
A lewd squelching noise echoed through out the room as her fingers moved in and out of her vagina at a pace reminiscent of a piston… a fast moving piston to be precise.
Yet another bubbling feeling began to build up in her lower belly making her lips part once more as her breaths came in short bursts of panting.
The fire spread into her nether regions and she tensed in anticipation…
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The air warped and twisted around her making eyes snap open…
… a new presence made itself known in the apartment making her growl at being denied sweet, sweet release… before her breath got stuck in her throat… he was back.
With speed she didn't know she possessed, she haphazardly threw on some casual clothes that were lying about.
She wiped her hands and quickly unfurled the curls in her hair… before stepping out to meet her… addiction.
AN: Not as long as I'd like, but it's been established that writing beyond this threshold is a miracle for me, so let's leave it at this. If you actually lost interest in this after all this time then I don't blame you, I lost interest too and almost deleted the damn thing… you can't blame me though it's kinda cringe-worthy.
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