Mizas or Prison? [Ricky Maze]

by **Black Onyx** on October 20th, 2014, 7:46 am

Black had realized that she had enraged the beast some more and she couldn’t help it really. Her lack of sleep had her acting on irrational impulses that she normally wouldn’t be doing and the throbbing pain of her arm, told her that she wasn’t in the best of positions. However, despite all of this, the burn upon her arm kept reminding her of her moment of weakness that had left her in a position to be in this kind of pain and she wanted to stand up to this man as best as she could. Upon hearing his words after a moment of silence, she retaliated by perking a brow upwards, almost as if she dared to question him and his reasoning once again. He would then push her back against the wall using her hand before he pinned that against the wall as well, situated just above her head. A ghost of a memory flickered before her very eyes, as she remembered a similar situation where she was pinned against a wall, however there had been two at the time and her right hand struggled at the hold that this present threat had. The word, flight passed through her mind a dozen times as her nostrils flared. She should have made a dash passed the man; she might have had a chance if she had.

Suddenly his next words reached her ears and her nostrils flared again as a rush of air also parted her lips. Her very life? He was going to threaten her life? Her brown hues glared at him, flickering over his facial features as she began to wonder if he really would do it, whether he really would threaten her life just to prove a point. What was he going to do? Stab her? However, just as soon as she asked that question, something seemed to be pouring out of the man’s skin, something that looked like smoke of some kind, but a transparent sort of royal blue. She lifted her chin once again as she turned her head to the side a scowl falling over her facial features. Whatever it was, it reminded her of something similar and she wasn’t sure as to whether it was shock or whether it was because there was so many thoughts passing through her mind at a rapid pace, that she just couldn’t quite think of what it reminded her of. Focus Black, focus! She screamed at herself as her gaze rapidly followed the smoke like thing that seemed to have come from the stranger. What does it remind me of? She silently asked herself.

She felt the space between them grow colder and it was that grin of his that suddenly sparked her memory. She remembered the same thing kind of thing in two other separate events, just different colours. One where she had gone on a picnic with Jadlin and met this guy called Aoren and… Her arm seemed to stab her with pain at that precise point in time just as she remember the reimancer that had given her the burn that now graced her left fore-arm. This type of smoke looking thing, had some kind of elemental power to it and she slightly cringed against the very wall she was pressed against. She wanted to say go ahead, do it, but Jadlin flashed through her mind once again. Would he even miss her if she suddenly disappeared? An image of a rose pressed into a hand entered her mind and she shook it off, if she died, would she be reunited with her parents again? To go off and enjoy lazy days out in the wilds with them once again? She then scowled at him once again and decided to call his bluff, but if she died, she died. She forced a soft chuckle then, before a forced smirk rose to her lips as she spat, ”Go ahead, do it, but I don’t think that you even have the stones to do it.”

by **Ricky Maze** on October 25th, 2014, 6:46 am

His smile faded as he'd yet again been challenged, only when this happened he didn't have the full intellect he used to, to hold back the impulsive need to prove a point to this poor girl. Somehow he needed something to calm him down, something that would keep him from carrying out this rash decision. His head felt heavy but his impulses shifted the Res around his body, what looked to be a gaseous form took a more fog like appearance as it swarmed around the both of them. Though he felt the strongest of desires to give in, he had to remember just where the line was and how far he'd already started to cross it. Don't do it... don't do it... don't do it. He hung his head in the face of the shame he dealt with, even when he was blacked out from such anger he still could tell where the lines were drawn. While the Res enveloped the both of them now he still kept it away from her facial features, the struggle of recomposing himself evident as he remained stiff for a good chime.

He felt a lot of temptation within him and he just couldn't fight it entirely away, not at this point when he'd already exerted so much out of himself. He needed a calm mind, a cooled head to help him regain his former self. Cool... Cool...His breathing started to slow but still the temptation remained, his grip over her wrist tightened a little as he ground his teeth hard. While he hung his head a bit to where she couldn't see, he'd already managed to reach the breaking point where a tear was just about to streak down his face. Had he already gone this far? He felt regret now, fierce regret that became the knife stabbed in his own heart. What had he done? He'd threatened a woman, and managed to pin her against the wall, with the intent to kill her present in his own mind. He knew what he needed to do, the only way to put a stop to this all together. The air had a chill about it with his Res heavy, thick blotches of royal blue swirled in the air as moisture started to collect. "Heads up... It's about t' get cold."

Sure enough his Res swirled about and huddled into one form of a cloud above the two, and from the outside layers to the core nothing but water started to pour. They became showered as his Res transmuted into nothing but water, all while he allowed the few tears built in his eyes to finally run free. As the Res continued to whittle away into nothing but a northern downpour that no doubt chilled the bone, Ricky's grip on her started to loosen some as he allowed the water to run down his skin. His clothes were soaked by now but that didn't matter, the feel of the water was cooling the hot head he'd displayed and even better, mellowed him out enough to where he felt an incredible ease in the mind as the sensation of power coursed throughout his body. Finally when the water showered them no more, his hand released her wrist as he only stepped back to the wall behind him. It was then he just stood against it, his legs no longer able to support him as he just sunk to his ass in the sheer amount of guilt he felt for what he'd almost done.

At this point he didn't care for the Miza's, nor did he care that she'd lied to him either. Granted that it was the very thing that set him off, he should've have allowed it to get this far. This was by far one of the worst things he'd been tempted to do, and had he actually allowed himself to be subjected to such temptation? Well then there'd certainly been a death on his hands, a death he could've very well prevented granted that it was his own hand that would've caused it. His head still hung in shame as he didn't even pay any attention to her, whatever she decided to do now he honestly didn't care. No simple apology could make up for the possible harm he caused her, or the amount he almost actually did cause just a moment ago.

by **Black Onyx** on October 28th, 2014, 10:13 pm

Black’s brown hues watched as the smile fell away from Ricky’s lips and she leaned her head back against the wall behind her. She struggled to breathe through the pain that she felt from her left forearm and the pained grip that Ricky had around her right wrist. His head hung down between the two and she briefly wondered as to what he was doing before she closed her brown hues the moment that she noted the blue smoke begin to surround the both of them. The young equine had honestly thought that he wouldn’t do it, that he wouldn’t kill or torture her with the possible outcome of pain being on the horizon. There she was again, under-estimating people which got her into a lot of trouble, she had to stop doing that, she had to pull her head in and think. However, the stabbing pain in her left arm reminded her that she had of course been mildly distracted because of the pain and of course, with not sleeping very well. Black tried to compose herself, mostly because she didn’t want to appear scared, but she had to admit, this smoke thing that the magic users used, scared her, especially when she was on the other end of it.

Breathe in… Breathe out… She silently told herself as she slowly breathed in, feeling her lungs expand before she slowly breathed out. She did this a couple of times as her brown eyed gaze viewed the male before her while she wondered as to what exactly was going through his mind, for he hadn’t killed her yet. In fact, he seemed to have hesitated more than she thought he would and suddenly he told her that it was about to get cold. The smoke then would cloud above them and water began to pour from it. Soon enough her clothing was saturated from the rain and water began to drip from her clothes. Even her clothes felt heavy upon her as it continued to rain and she shivered. The young equine was soon confused with the whole situation as she seriously thought that he would kill her, he had certainly been angry enough, but now? Now she was watching him let go of her wrist, only to step back to lean against the wall and then slide down it till he was sitting down upon the street. Her right hand returned to her side and she would have rubbed it, if her left arm didn’t hurt every time that she moved it.

She shivered for a few moments, her gaze simply staring at the male as the water continued to drip from her clothes. Her legs wanted to nothing more than to get out on her, but because Ricky had already settled onto the street beneath them. ”I… You…” She had started to say something, but then just simply stopped. Perhaps if she just didn’t say anything then she might actually get out of there in one piece. She turned to leave, but then she paused remembering the pouch inside of her pockets that the man owned. She silently moved to retrieve the pouch from the folds of her black cloak and she viewed it for a moment. Finally she took a couple of steps forwards and gently tossed it back into the man’s lap. She drew in another breath, before she slowly let it go, words falling upon her lips. ”Anyone… Who goes through this much effort deserves their purse back.” Yes, she had given back things before, especially when people hunted her down, it made making a profit harder for her. She then turned and began to leave the alley.

by **Ricky Maze** on October 29th, 2014, 8:45 am

He could hear her, he could hear her being speechless and then hear her move. Granted he would've given anything to make sure he actually did her no harm, he had already sunk into his own plane of thought and shut himself there. So her words at this point were heard but they weren't given any means of a response, in truth he didn't even notice that she'd given him back the pouch he stole. Deep down all he thought was To the void with the pouch, but even then the thought was overrun with the more serious ones, the heart of the matter being what he'd just did that would probably plague his conscious for the rest of his life. He'd probably hurt a woman, granted there was a time or two he might've not had a choice before, seeing as how Hannah made him slap her all for a good act...

This time though it was different. He actually wanted to hurt her, and his actions were all of his own accord. That kind of darkness, as it was a temptation he literally avoided, was by all means a despicable path to follow. Yet his actions and choices tonight reflected good and well for what he did, for what he was about to do to this poor girl no less. He couldn't even blame it on the fact magic tempted him this time, because he wasn't at all tempted to use it in the beginning. Not until she had prodded him further just to see how far he was willing to go, and now that he'd released her and she'd finally gone he had been left alone in the darkness of the alleyway. He didn't even have the chance to say those two words, all because to him their meaning had little weight to remedy the gravity of shame he put on himself at this point. He regretted it dearly, his actions tonight; they were far from who he was. If anything it served as a lesson for how he shouldn't act, but then how was he to treat somebody after they'd stolen from him?

No... it wasn't the fact she'd fished his own money, it was the fact he'd been strictly lied to when there was no way to back up the story. She hadn't any facts to prove otherwise and that was what set him off, because one of the worst few things to send Ricky into that state of anger was by all means tell a white lie to his face. Yet that didn't mean he couldn't have prevented it. He could've stopped himself from going off, from nearly assaulting her and threatening her very own life. Those actions were beneath him, beneath the ideals he was raised on! How could he have allowed himself to stoop so low? How could he have let himself slip up and in turn nearly cause an unstable amount of damage on himself and those around him? He remained still for the long time as the water on his skin continued to run down, a trailblazer that tickled the surface of his body while his soaked clothes reminded him that he was still wet and cold. Though he wasn't shivering because of that, no his shivers came from inner turmoil. Deep regret that led him to ball up with his legs drawn in, as he would sit there and think further upon his actions tonight.

He would sure enough lose it and break down into his own set of tears, silent to where nobody around would hear the sobs of a man who'd broken himself into pieces. Once he'd finally calmed down though, he would be able to head home to face his family with this shame, and in turn talk to his beloved about the unlikely amount of anger and malice he displayed tonight.

by **Perplexity** on November 15th, 2014, 2:44 am

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