Just Like Family, (Blitz)

[Blitz Von Krieg]

When she asked him to get the soap, he wanted to groan, wanted to roll his eyes, but he made sure not to. He didn't want her to have the pleasure. So, opening his eyes he got it got her and handed to her. One part of him wanted to give a quip about making sure not to drop it, but he made sure that he didn't say that either. That was harder to refuse, but he still did. There was also one more thing he wanted to do, but couldn't - and that was close his eyes again. That earlier curiosity was beginning to consume him.

Or perhaps it was not the curiosity...

...but what the curiosity brought out with it.

There was a little known fact about Blitz. Something few had seen, and most of those that had were dead. T'was a side of him that showed itself on rare occasions, usually in anger, and then went away as if it had never come. That was why he tried so hard, had trained himself so well, so stay cool, calm, and collected - to prevent it from coming. Most people just believed that his was strong in both mind and body, and that that was it. Well, they were half right - he was strong in mind and body.

He had a musical gift, or so people that had heard him play the fiddle said. It had also been said that he had an oratorical gift, for he could deliver a speech to his crewmen and soldiers without stumbling over a single word, or when the need arose, he could instill fear or courage in a man with the quietest of whispers. Still others said he was a coniving bastard, and well... they were right. What could he say? He loved it when a plan came to fruition - especially if it was one of his own. He revelled in those moments, though he didn't let anyone take particular note of it.

As far as strength of the body went, well that was obvious. He could run faster than most of the crew, and he could run longer than any of them... perhaps other than Alexx. In fact, he had to admit, even if only to himself, that Alexx did perhaps in deed have him in the running department, though Blitz was close behind him. Again, Alexx caught him in the swordsmanship department, though only partially.

Alexx was good, but Blitz had never fought him for real - he didn't want to kill him after all, and killing is what he'd been trained to do with a sword. He'd never been trained to duel with them - though the fact that he'd fought Alexx with a rapier didn't help. And then there was the one thing he held over his entire crew: the fact that he could out-swim and out-dive any single one of them. A few of the crew had jokingly said he was a merman, there was even a rumor that he was, and that he'd intentionally brought them to Neverland. Of course, it wasn't true, and everone knew it, but it was a good story none-the-less.

However, he had these strengths for a reason - to keep his own demons, or perhaps it was just demon, at bay. He made himself strong in body and mind so that he could resist the urges normally set before him, and fight back against that which would threaten to consume him should he not fight it. It was a battle he fought every day, every moment of his life, ever since he took command of the Immortal. Ever since he'd become a pirate, it had been there in the deepest, darkest, recesses of his mind - waiting, planning, plotting how to take control of its prison at any and every moment of weakness, and perhaps one day, to take over permanently. However, it was not so simple as a demon either. No exorcism could rid him of it, for it was his other half. It a part of him, and he a part of it. Two halves of the same whole. And one half was vying for power - for dominance.

And now, once again, the time to strike had come. Blitz's own embarrassment and curiosity had provided the perfect causeway, the perfect back door for the attack. His mental defenses were down, or those that were still in place were not strong enough to hold it back. The perimeter defenses breeched, they crumbled as ash in its wake - its movements quick, fluid, as if it had travelled this same passage through his mind many times before, even though this was the first time for this particular passage. By the time Blitz realized that his rational side, his good side, no longer had control of his body, it was too late - his dark side had already overridden the proverbial controls that resided in his mind and re-written their coding. Blitz's rational mind was trapped within his own body. He could see, hear, smell, and feel everthing that happened, but was powerless to stop any of it.

The water was hot, and warm steam had begun to fill the relatively small shower. It was really rather sensuous. Other smells waffed around, in and through as well. Lavender was being used somewhere, not nearby, no, but somewhere and the small was in the air. The scent of roses as well, and this scent was stronger though still light, as there was, in all fact, on this devilish little rock filled with theives, beggers, and ne'er do wells, a flower shop. The two scents mixed and intertwined with the steam, making them thicker, richer, if that was at all possible. It became like a coating, a lamenant of sorts, that covered them.

Wrapping his arms around her middle, Blitz - yes, even now he was Blitz, for even only half of a whole was refered to by the same name - first rested his chin on her shoulder and pulled her close to him. A small smirk came to his lips, a dark smirk, forboding if it could be described as such, and he trailed kisses from her shoulder until he came to her neck. The kisses there were more than kisses, as he sucked in ever so slightly every time his lips met her skin. His hands did not remain idle either. One came up to cup and massage her breast, the other moved lower to do some exploration of its own. He was not rough in any of it, but he was firm in all that he did.

You bastard! Don't touch her! I swear to God I'll-

You'll... what? Kill me? Ha. We are two halves of the same whole Krieg. You can't kill me. If it was possible to mentally smirk at one's self, that's exactly what his dark side did, And now you see what it's like for me. I watch day in, and day out, all the while you squander your life away on pitiful, meaningless things. a deep dark chuckle resonated through his mind, You should get used to this now Krieg. For one day, I will gain control, and it will be permanent. And then the dark side left him, alone in his mind. He could do but one thing now...

EVI! Don't let me do it! Do something! Do ANYTHING! But please, STOP ME! he mentally shouted it as loud as he could. There had been times when they were younger that he'd wondered if they'd had some sort of mental connection. They'd finished each-other's sentences, said things at the same time, as if it had been a shared thought. He prayed to God that if they'd ever had that connection, that some remnant of it had survived under that armor. That the little girl trapped inside would assert herself and stop this before it began. All he could do was pray and hope that someone, somewhere, was listening and decided to answer that prayer.

The only question now, was would the little girl help her older brother, or would the armor embrace the darkness?

[Evi Kitts]

As Evi ran the soap up her arms she felt the familiar sensation of someone gripping her around the middle. Unfortunately due to the handcuffs, one of her arms went with it and rendered her therefore unless to wash herself with one hand. She was about to say something what she felt his chin rest on her shoulder in a very childlike manner. He was going to beg now? That was unusual, but considering the circumstances and the look on his face a second ago, she thought he might do anything to get away at this point. She waited for him to speak, pretending to ignore his presence altogether.

The water was hot on her skin still, and she thought about turning it down, the steam was stifling the air around her as she tried to breathe. But, before she could complete the thought to make a stretch to grab the nozzle, she felt something else. Frozen with the sensation, she thought for a moment that she was imagining the almost tender kisses making their way up her neck from her shoulder. Evi had let her gaurd down around Blitz more than anyone else, and now the little girl that had allowed herself to be so uncommonly present reacted in shock. The armor readied itself, knowing what was happening. Blitz moved his hands around her body as she was temporarily frozen in response.

Evi had this nagging feeling that this was no game, and that Blitz truly meant what he was doing. And though it felt good to one side of her, one side of her knew it felt wrong. Blitz? her mind focused suddenly and she pulled herself away from him though having very little space to move in the small shower. Her hand swung up hard and fast, making a loud crack as her palm made painful contact with his cheek. She was standing firmly planted and tense beneath the shower head's waterfall. Her mind wrestled with instinct and learned response. The little girl would have her running away, despite the shackle connecting them. That little girl was innocent and emotional, and wanted to cry at what he had just done to her. On the other hand, the armor was pressing itself forward, shielding that girl from him. Her head fought a fuck or flight battle in a way that would confuse the average person.

For a moment she looked like she would say something, her mouth parting slightly, letting a hint of air escape. The water caspaded down her head, rolling down her face as if it were merely another obstacle in its way. Shutoff once again, Evi could see through her suit, but couldn't stop what happened next. "This works better when you have no clothes on." she said, grinning mischeviously at him, as if daring him to go so far. No, that's Blitz! "I knew you were just jealous all this time." she added, cocking her head to one side in a way a mother might when instincually knowing the thoughts of one of her children. Except Evi was no mother, and Blitz was no child.

Her body took one step forward, placing a hand in his, gripping his fingers in a way that implied more than sisterly affection. Get the fuck away from him! He's my brother! Don't! Blitz stop! What are you doing?!

[Blitz Von Krieg]

When her hand came up to meet his face, Blitz's head snapped to the side. But rather than any sign of pain, a smirk came upon his lips as he turned his head back forward to look at her again. His eyes had grown darker. No longer were they the golden yellow that was the norm, now they were a dark brown. The smirk playing upon his lips was dark as well, but oh so sensuous at the same time. It could be told that he wanted her, or at the very least that his body did. It was definite now that his dark side controlled at least some portion of his primordial instinctis.

She looked ravashing under the falling water, his want for her only growing stronger. When she spoke, he smirked once more, "Ah, so it does." and shrugged off his jacket, throwing it out of the shower, to be quickly followed by his shirt. Then when she took his cuffed hand, he wrapped his free arm around her waist. He tilted his head down and kissed her, not soft, but not rough, somewhere in the middle, and turned them so her back was to the wall. Dropping both hands to her hips, he hoisted her up to his level and kissed her again, this time rougher, as he pressed her against the wall. His manhood was at full attention, and he knew she'd be able to feel him through his pants. He wanted her to feel him, wanted her to want him, wanted her to beg for him.

Inside his own mind though, it was very different. His good side was trying everything he could think of to regain control. Overiding command codes, backhacking through systems, breaking through a miriad of his own mental defenses trying to take back command of his body... and thus far... none of it was working... I have to stop this!

You Can't. Just face it, you've lost.

[Evi Kitts]

Evi could see the deep brown of his eyes, and when she glared into the closely, she was sure there was a tinge of red around the irises. She cringed internally, but a smirk came upon her face not of her own fruition. As Blitz removed his jacket and she saw the taught muscles of his chest ripple underneath the water she felt her heart hurry its rythm momentarily. The lust was evident in his eyes, but the little girl, the one trapped behind the thick steel armor, could see the remnant of the old Blitz there. She knew he was there too, somewhere trapped inside. And for a moment her will to seek him out was so strong and so fierce that she temporarily gained a foothold on her physical self. As Blitz wrapped his free arm around her waist and pressed her against the shower wall she could only struggle for a fleeting second. As soon as her back slapped roughly against the primitive dirty tile and the wind was pushed from her lungs, she lost control once more.

His lips pressed onto hers in a way she might have liked were she in control and it were with someone else. But sooner than she could comprehend what was going on, she was once more being shoved back and shielded away.

I have to stop this!

The familiar voice rang faintly in the back of her brain, and she stopped trying to break her own walls down for a moment to listen. She couldn't hear the voice again and though she was sure she must have imagined it, she screamed back in agony, trying to get him to stop. STOP! PLEASE STOP! She wasn't sure she could break her defenses a second time. They were, after all, made to keep everything out, and everything in. She stood weak against herself. Her body moaned as Blitz pressed himself against her, soaking wet. She could feel him through the fabric of his pants and was more than happy to be rid of this pesky little contraceptive called clothes. She reached down, allowing him to support her entire weight momentarily as she unbottoned his pants.

Her mouth worked in unison with his, and her tongue explored his mouth as she sucked on his lightly and caressed his chest with hers. They were melding into one, their bodies presseing against each other rythmically like waves. They might have been sweating were it not for the steamy water that disguised it. Blitz? Can you hear me? Please!? Evi could recall a time when they were younger. They used to finish each other;s sentences, and share feelings and thoughts. But now, she wasn't sure that the armor would allow it, and it had been such a long forgotten connection that sh couldn't be sure it would work. But she pleaded regardless, hoping somewhere inside this beast her brother was fighting for control, just as she had been. She had all but given up.

[Blitz Von Krieg]

A momentary struggle. He detected it, and he forced it away. The little girl would be tortured as well, and why shouldn't she be? It was partially her fault that he was surpressed anyway! This simply gave him more of a reason. Even better, the pitiful fight he was getting from his other self was quite entertaining.

The moan he heard was almost as good as being told he'd won. Better, he gladly supported her weight as she undid his pants. His manhood came forth and he smirked before kissing her again, their bodies pressed together. Slowly he slid his manhood into her, back and forth tauntingly before he began thrusting. Pushing himself as hard and deep into her as he could, at as quick a pace as possible, planning not to have her only once, but thrice before it has over.

Their lips locked and tounges entwined, he knew he'd won - especially when suddenly his other self stopped fighting. There was just one thing he didn't think about - the reason the struggling stopped. He hadn't heard the little girl's shout.

His other self, however, had. And that Blitz knew the battle was lost. He was locked out, his own command codes erased. The only thing left was to try the kill switch, and he damn well knew that could actually kill him, not just knock him out. So, he decided upon another course of action. He couldn't win this battle against himself, but perhaps he could find that little girl, the real Evi, and see her, talk to her, comfort her - and possibly even shield her from what their bodies were doing.

"Evi! I hear you!" he found one of his old mental walls, one that was far obsolete... and could be blown open. If he did, maybe he could get to the astral plane and then get to her. He'd done it once before during a dream, and from what he remembered the plane was set up much like an old hedge maze. "Evi! I'm coming to you! If you can hear me, keep talking!" Placing a hand on that old mental brickwork, it blew outward and revealed to him the maze. It was full of fog, and while it was a hedge maze in appearance, the hedges were of crystal.

"I can't beat him... but I can still protect her from him..." He whispered as he stepped forward into the haze which filled the crystaline hedges. It did not seem dangerous, but indeed it was. If he got lost here, if he couldn't find her, and couldn't find his way back, this side of him could be lost forever.

[Evi Kitts]

Evi's body reacted as it always had to such penetration, and clenched around hi length with all purpose and security. Her arms and fingers were confident in themselves as the gripped his shoulders and allowed her thighs to clench around his waist to support her weight. He felt good in her, and the faster he thrusted and the harder he ground into her, the more she moaned. Evi watched helplessly as she stared straight back into Blitz's eyes. They were unnatural...wrong somehow. But she could only smirk seductively and pull him further inside her with a flex of her strong thighs. She raked her nails down his back with the satisfying knowledge that those marks would still be there a week later. She would leave her mark. She always did.

A haze leaked slowly as if from nowhere, floating around her bare feet as she looked down. It was hard to allow her eyes to leave the scene in front of her; to block out what they were seeing. She could feel him, and she could feel every reaction her body had to him. It was horrifying and demented, yet she couldn't look away. Like a train wreck. Then again, that'swhat she was wasn't it? A train wreck. She'd been told again and again, but it had never really sunk in until now. She was trash. Degrading herself every day. Fucking anything that moved. But, it was her life. She couldn't change it now. It wasn't much, but it was the only thing she could call hers.

She felt the chill of the mist around her ankles as she shivvered at the cold dew beneath her toes. The grass grew as if of it's own obligation around her heels and flowed in some imaginary breeze she couldn't feel. It was as if every tendril-like blade of grass were beckoning her forward, calling her to follow. She knew this place they called her to very well. She'd spent days there in her dreams, floating among hedges and mazes, following nothing but whispers and voices in their branches. A few times she had even met Blitz there. But she tried to push the thoughts of him from her head as she retreated into the sanctuary she had made for herself so many years ago. Men had told her that she seemed distant, but that's just because when her body was one place, her heart was another. Her spirit, that little girl, wandered away from the horror and graphic life that she led, and hid herself among walls of leaves and branches. Tears streaked her cheeks as she resigned to the fact that there was nothing she could do, and nothing yet left to fight for.

"Evi! I hear you! Evi! I'm coming to you! If you can hear me, keep talking!"

It was faint but clear, and Evi jumped, startled by the sound. She clutched her hand to her chest, gripping at the gown she wore. It was very different from what you might find her wearing when the armor confined her. No. This girl wore a white gown that tied in the middle and draped over her shoulders gracefully with silky fringe at the hem and sleeves. Her hair was down, which it never was in reality, and the bruises and thick makeup were unnaturally missing from her face. She looked younger...more innocent without them all. She looked like the huge load that burdened her in the outside world, the wear and the tear, had been lifted. They smothered her and crushed her so flat that in life, even Blitz could hardly recognize her anymore. That load had so mishapen the very form of what she had been, that no one knew who she was, least of all herself.

"Blitz?" she whispered tentatively, unsure of herself as she took a step forward, placing her hand on the leafy wall that appeared amidst the thick fog. She stepped further into the hallway of hedges, a maze impossibly pannin before her. Her feet hardly noticed the dewy grass beneath her feet now as she continued. Her steps were shaky and frightened, tip-toing gingerly along as if each step out of her confined area pained her. "Blitz?" she called again, her throat dry with an unexplainable fear. It choked her with insecurity. She wondered if this Blitz that roamed her thoughts with her, was the same Blitz from outisde. The same Biltz that she could feel violatnig her every second. Her legs crumpled beneath her as her breath left her lungs. The air and courage she had once felt with her armor deserted her in seconds. She looked back to the way she had come, and saw nothing but an expanse of fog and hedge. She was lost. She grew a bit desperate as she wondered if she would ever find her way back. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she wondered if it would be worse to go back, or stay lost in the fog. She niffed back more tears, but they ran down her cheeks regardless.

Her hips ached with the dull pain of her body, and she wished she could block it away. Her heart raced and fluttered in her chest frantically as she leaned against the hedge wall behind her and stared blankly into the fog, waiting for some kind of reply from a person she wasn't sure she could trust.

[Blitz Von Krieg]

Their bodies were entwined, his arms wrapped about her and her legs about him as his length was thrust into her time and again. He could feel her clenched around his member, a feeling like no other before it, and continued. He ground into her, kissing her and catching every moan with his lips. Her body was sensuous, and in his mind perhaps she was close to the first climax he would give her. He moves his lips from hers, trailing kisses from her lips, along her jaw, and finally to her neck as he continued to thrust into her with all purpose and intent. He'd have her once in the shower... and twice on a bed.

This maze was both intriguing and exotic, and terrifyingly foreign to him. He'd been here before, but the haze, the fog, it always terrified him. He was always afraid he'd lose his way, that he'd never get back, though often enough he wondered if that was truly worse than going back only to continue that battle day in and day out ever day of his life. He jogged through the maze, his normal piratical attire changing in a flash of light as he went. Gone was the long trenchcoat that gave him protection and a somewhat dastardly look. Gone was the brace of pistols that he normally wore. Gone were the dual Talwars that were a constant upon his person.

His clothes changed. Not to something of nobility, or even something that spoke of any class at all, but to some rather simple clothes. He'd been raised a peasant, and he'd have it no other way - those nobles always held their noses in the air and looked down upon the commoners; the very people that brought them their wealth. Replacing it was a loose white shirt, brown pants and naval boots, a rapier at his left hip, and a single pistol at his right. The same attire he'd worn centuries ago as a deckhand on the Immortal - simple, comfortable, and fuctionable. The only thing that really added to it was a locket he had about his neck that held a picture of his family inside.

Running through the maze, he heard his name and stopped, just long enough to discern where it was coming from, then bolted that way. He came to a dead end, and scrunched his face. Then he drew his rapier - yes, even the good side was prone to cheat every once in a while. He sliced twice at the maze wall, and the section between the slices faded away, then he saw her. Evi, sitting amongst the leaves of the wall on the opposite side of the maze's corridor. For a moment he just stood there, not knowing what to say or do, and then... then he dropped the rapier where he stood and quickly made his way to her, taking a knee and wrapping her in a hug.

"I'm so sorry Evi... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you... that I wasn't strong enough this time..." He couldn't help but let some tears fall, "God I'm so, so, sorry... please, don't hate me... I beg of you... forgive me..." He couldn't help it now but to weep. It had been so long since he'd seen her, the real her, he was so happy he was getting to, but he loathed himself for the circumstances.

[Evi Kitts]

Evi looked up with wide fearful eyes as she heard the bushes being cleared across from her. Instictively she curled her knees closer to her body and wrapped her arms securely around them. She knew who she would see beyond the hedge wall, but she had no idea who he would be. Would it be the Blitz she had always known? Or would it be that the Blitz from beyond her suit of armor had found a flaw in her defenses. As it was, he could take her body, but not her spirit. Never her spirit.

Her heart trembled in fury as it lept into her throat as the branches cleared and she saw him standing there in the fog. She could see his entire slihouette and make out some of the details of his limbs, but his face was hard to decipher through the mist. Her tear streaked face studied his, her wide eyes innocent and untainted. Her entire body was rigid and taught, every muscle prepared and braced for impact. She had no idea what to expect.

In the moment he came to her, kneeling before her in apology and taking her in his arms, and sharp and nearly painful shivver struck every bone in her spine from bottom to top. His touch both in her head and out of it was maddening. She could still dimly feel what had been going on outside and her stomach churned with the sickness it caused her to think about it.

"I'm so sorry Evi... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you... that I wasn't strong enough this time...God I'm so, so, sorry... please, don't hate me... I beg of you... forgive me..."

In the beginning she couldn't react, her body still tense in anticipation of the worst. But as he spoke, voice trembling and tears flowing down his perfect face, she knew him and recognized the Blitz she had known for so long. She had missed him. She reaced out to him, hugging him and pulling herself into his protective chest. Her face pressed against his shirt left stains where her tears ran, but she knew now that she was safe. She was gaurded from the outside world that enveloped them so horribly. Evi sobbed miserably, guilt consuming her more and more as she clung to him desperately. "It was my fault..." she whispered after a moment. Catching her breath, she looked up at him, unable to hold his eyes for more than a moment. Those eyes would hold her accountable.

"I just couldn't stop...I...seduced you..." she said, disgusted with herself. She stared at he ground downcast and ashamed Her cheeks blazed red as fire in shame. "I deserve everything I've gotten." she added, looking up at him, and completely believing every word. She pu enough distance between them so that she was no longer withing his grasp. She was dirty. She was trash. The universal leftovers. The scrap metal, the junk in the attic. Evi was the product of humainty, and was scarred and marked in every foul mortal way. How had she lived so long, and learned so much of nothing? She repeated the same mistakes over and over again, making no change, and now she was reaping the benefits of her actions. She couldn't allow Blitz to forgive her for that. he couldn't. He shouldn't. It wouldn't be right. He had always allowed her to get by with so much, and she wondered why. She wondered why he had shot the men in her bed, and never her. She wondered why he had put up with all her shit.

Outside the armor, Evi kissed him back forcefully, recieving each thrust of his and meeting it with one of her own. She fought him for dominance, wrapping one arm around his neck, the cuff cutting into her other wrist. Blood ran down her fingers and swirled diluted into the shower drain. Feeling him in her was more than she could have thought she could handle, and the friction and grinding was ecstacy. Biltz thrusted harder, hitting her spot and making her whimper in response. Evi had been with many crewman and many captains, but none like Blitz. None quite like this. Her moas became more pronounced and higher in pitch as she sank her nails and teeth into his shoulders. Coming close, she could feel the light-headedness that came with finishing, something he had not always allowed her to do. But now, now HE was the cause of it, and the very thought of him in her pushed her mind over the edge, pleasure overflowing and ecstacy engulfing her body. She came in one final gasp of release, and a following shudder of every muscle in her body as tension released itself. God her head was absolutely spinning with bliss.

Inside her armor, Evi's head became light and dizzy. Nausea filled her thoughts, and she lurched forward and vomited into the nearby hedge. She only nearly missed Blitz, and the images in her head were making her stomach curl in on itself. "Oh God." she said, lurching one final time, expelling everything she thought she had.


((included a pic for visual reference of Evi in her head ...except a white gown, and not jeans...obviously...lol ))

[Blitz Von Krieg]

It took a moment for her to do so, and at first Blitz thought that maybe she was going to shun him, but he smiled when she hugged him back. It had been so long since he'd seen her. He'd missed her terribly every day that went by, but now he was with her again - Evi, the real Evi, the one that everyone on the original crew had known, loved, and respected. Despite the fact that Blitz was the captain, he and Evi had always been treated like the crew's younger brother and sister when the situation wasn't dire.

"No Evi, it's not your fault..." he shook his head and looked back into her eyes. He didn't hold her accountable. It was the damned armor that had done it, not her. Evi would never do such a thing, not the true, real Evi anyway. The Evi that Neverland knew? Yes. The Evi Blitz knew? No. Blitz knew that. Knowing that, how could he hold her accountable for the actions of someone that was not her? "It wasn't you doing it. You aren't the one that seduced me... and I'm not the one that wanted to be seduced." He sighed. This was his fault as far as he was conscerned. He'd been the one that was weak. The one that could have stopped this and lost out.

Outside, his dark side was in full control, and was making leaps and bounds that his other self would have never even thought to make. He only focussed more on bringing her when her moans became that of a higher pitch, and her nails and teeth dug into him. Then, he could feel her, almost there, and decieded the hell with it. He was perfectly in sync with her, why not? He planned to do it eventually anyway... It was then, as he thrusted deep into her one more time as she came, that he came with her, kissing her roughly on the lips.

Back inside, Blitz cringed and balled his fists, swearing a vow that the next time, his dark side was not going to get out. He'd beat him down to a pulp if he had to.

He moved over to Evi, rubbing her back, and trying to think of something to say. "Evi... are you alright?" He hadn't even known it was possible ot throw up here. Then an idea struck him. "Evi... come here." he motioned for her to lean back.

Outside though, something else was happening. "You know, if we get out of these cuffs... we can do so much more...."

[Evi Kitts]

As her body arched forward in bliss she could feel his tense as well. Together they came, but as soon as her senses returned her defenses were up once again. Reality hit her harshly as she suddenly realized what he'd done.

"You know, if we get out of these cuffs... we can do so much more...."

Pushing him away from herself after he'd spoken, she hardly took in a word he'd said. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?" she screamed as he slammed into the opposite wall of the small shower. Had he really just finished in her without pulling out?! Se slapped him with her free hand, unfortunately it wasn't her good hand and therefore not as hard or accurate as her other would have been. "WERE YOU EVEN THINKING AT ALL!?" she added in a ear piercing yelp that might have aroused suspicion from the neighboring houses if they hadn't know exactly who lived in that house. More than likely, the fear was not for her well-being, but for that of her houseguest.

As she slowly calculated the comment about the cuffs her eye narrowed and voice lowered itself to a dangerous tenor. "And just what makes you think there will be more?" she growled, hissing at him nonverbally with every hair on her body standing on end.


"Evi... are you alright? Evi...come here."

Inside her mind, Blitz pulled her into him again, leaning her back against him as if to rest. She did willingly, preferring anything to the sensation she'd just felt and the unexplainable anger and anxiety she could feel rising up around her from outside. She forced herself into the sensory deprivation she had created herself and refused to allow herself to check and see what it was about. Maybe if she just closed her eyes and didn't look, she wouldn't ever know it was happening. She curled weakly into her Blitz's arms again. She had listened to him deny her the pain of taking the blame, and had placed it all upon himself. Typical Blitz. She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck to support herself in a somewhat upright position as she sat there with him, harboring herself in his chest.

“It’s not your fault Blitz…” she whispered quietly, though it seemed loud in the silence of the mist around them. “I don’t blame you.” She added quickly, knowing he would find some way to make it his fault. He always was so hard on himself, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

[Blitz Von Krieg]

As his head snapped to the side, mostly to lessen the blow, he smirked. Looking back at her his eyes took a truly dark turn and he grinned. His free hand came up and he grabbed her by the neck, pushing her into the wall. His words were quiet as they came forth, dark and deadly. "As a matter of fact," He began, his lips close to her ear. "I was thinking..." His other hand held against he stomach until his body was pressed firmly against hers. Then his hand began to explore her body.

He however, looked right into her eyes. "I was thinking about how you're responsible for my suffering... my imprisonment... my suppression." As his hand explored her lower regions, he gave her a rough kiss. "You see, you're the real reason I exist... But you're also the reason I stay supressed... Because of you he keeps me locked away, but sometimes I get out..." He brought his hand back up, and put it around her back, the cuff around his wrist bringing her arm back with it.

"And this time... I came up with the ultimate revenge... for you to have his child... perhaps once was enough, but perhaps not..." He gave a dark grin. "And that is why there will be more... Because until I feel confident that you will have his child, we will keep at this. You don't have a choise." He snapped at her and narrowed his eyes. "Get ready for round two..." he smirked. Perhaps, he thought, if anyone could put the fear of God, albeit too late, into this armor... he would. An accomplishment he would pride himself on.

Inside his mind, he held Evi gently. The poor girl had been through far more than enough for a lifetime, and had in fact been like this for over four lifetimes. He cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair gently. She was truly so different from what people saw on the outside that it was almost unreal. Only the original crew knew the real her. "Well it isn't yours Evi... That's not you... This is the real you..." He hugged her gently, protectively, as if she were the closest person to him - and in the greatest truth... she was.

[Evi Kitts]

Evi felt crushed beneath the force of him bearing against her, pressing her body flush with the wall. The air was forced from her lungs and her feet no longer supported her weight. They merely rested against the bottom tiles of the shower. She listened intently, angrily as he talked and hissed as he took the liberty of her current helplessness and nakedness. As his hands siezed her roughly she could no longer feel the tingling happy sensations she had before. It was all harsh and painful, and she felt as if she were a weaker womanshe would have cried. But this armor was not weak, and this armor would not allow him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her. She had been abused too many times and ignored the bruises too often to let it show now. Especially not with him. She wouldnot bend to his will, she never bent to anyones. She was tough like diamonds, just unfortunatey not as polished.

He wrapped his arm around her back, trapping her hand there with his. It might have been a comforting, romantic place to be, were it not for their obvious disdain for one another and the statements being made.

And that is why there will be more... Because until I feel confident that you will have his child, we will keep at this. You don't have a choise." He snapped at her and narrowed his eyes. "Get ready for round two..." he smirked.

In one quick and volatile motion, Evi spat in his face, covering his left cheek in slime. She gritted her teeth and set her jaw, prepared for the onslaught of punishment that was soon to be doled out upon her form. She had experiencedd this before, but never with his intentions. She locked her thighs together, and made the decision to fight off his every effort. "If you want to keep what you have, you'll keep it to yourself." she scathed, voice harsh like nails ona chalkboard. So instinctual was her reaction, that her lips curled up from her teeth and she growled at him in a menacing warning.

The little girl that cried in Blitz arms buried her head deeper into his protective chest. He stroked her hair soothingly as she attempted viciously to ignore the feelings of anger and resilience that were overpoweringly strong that she might have been able to smell them on the air. She knew what was happening and one arm went to her stomach in automatic response. Pregnant? with Blitz? No. Evi was hardly seventeen and her body wasn't ready for that kind of change. she wasn't ready for that kind of change. What would happen if he succeeeded? So many thoughts and questions raced through her head at once that she had suddenly stopped crying and didn't even realize it. Her petty fears of being to blame were no longer relevent. There were so many more problems now... "Blitz..." she said, unable to ask the question she wated to. Her voice caught in her throat before it could reach her mouth, and her lips formed words that made no sound at all. What would they do? Evi couldn't be a mother. She had never been with children, much less raised one. She had been an only child. She had been the object of her father's eye, and had never known anything about what women should do. She was born and raised on a ship...she learned about rigging and canvas and how it tossed in the wind. She learned about anchoring and swabbing the deck, she learned about tarring and searching the horizon...not sewing or mothering. Not cooking or cleaning. This could never work. She would have to get rid of it. She tried not to let those thoughts show in her face, but she wasn't much of an actress without her armor.