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Post by Kryshna on May 12, 2012 14:37:21 GMT -5
She stood there, watching as he yelled at her. She remained eerily calm as he raged on. It was almost as if the two of them had switched places for a moment as he gave in just a little to his beast. But she did not look on him harshly or condemning. She looked at him sadly. Sorrow filled her face as she watched him kick the chair. She remembered the one time she had rebelled against her teachers.
"Do not become the creature... Do not forget humanity. Even the evil ones do not always know what they do."
She backed up, retreated into her darkness. Her eyes had faded and she became the frail girl again. She sat down where she had been and looks at the ground.
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 12, 2012 15:01:33 GMT -5
He stood there for a long moment, his back to her, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. He'd made a mistake; he'd let her get to him. He'd let her find his weakness. Now she knew more about him than he still knew about her, and it put him in a position of weakness he had hoped to avoid. He should leave the room, gather his strength and work on pushing his emotions still deeper. He was tired, and Alana's illness had him already on edge... he wasn't in the ideal condition to deal with the creature. But he also knew that if he left her now, she would have won. She'd have made him run away, and he couldn't allow her to think that.
"It's a choice," he said, turning back to her. "A choice I make every day to be a good person, to help others and not to hurt them. I choose to be good, because I know there's no going back once you choose evil. I would rather die than choose evil. Did you have that choice, Kryshna? If you knew then what you would become, would you choose to continue existing as an instrument of death? Or would you choose your own death?"
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Post by Kryshna on May 12, 2012 15:58:29 GMT -5
"Never had a choice. Taken as a baby to be this way. Raised to be this way. How do you make a child choose between her death and another death."
She grew quiet as she watched him. She was not trying to push him. She didn't even really know what she was doing. She was just talking.
"Always has to be a bad guy."
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 12, 2012 16:17:02 GMT -5
"I was a child!" he yelled back, angry again. He was all over the place, still fighting for control. He felt more unbalanced than the beast chained to the wall in front of him. But she had opened that wound, like picking at a long-forgotten scab, and he felt like he was bleeding out in front of her. "I was three. I chose not to do what they wanted. I was prepared to let them kill me rather than become their weapon."
But he'd had something she probably had never had. He'd had a mother who loved him more than life. And even though he barely remembered her, he remembered her last words and her sacrifice. That memory had shaped him, forever binding him to the light. He lived as he did to make her proud.
He brushed at his eye, feeling the unfamiliar burn of tears threatening to fall. Damn it, he needed control. Taking a few cleansing breaths, he began to pace again, looking much like a caged lion.
After a moment, he stopped again, looking at her. "I'm not going to kill you, Kryshna. I won't let anyone else kill you, either. But you need to work with me, do you understand? I'm going to ask you questions and I need you to answer them truthfully. Can you do that?"
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Post by Kryshna on May 12, 2012 17:49:25 GMT -5
She actually laughed. It was soft and sounded like a bell. Even though the laugh was from amusement, it sounded sweet, a bit like a nighting gale's song. It was a rare piece of evidence that she was human once, even if she didn't remember it. The sound was even calming to him.
"Lying is human thing, or creature pretending to be human. Dead if by your hand or his. So will answer questions if can. If anything, will tell you can not answer."
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 12, 2012 20:30:45 GMT -5
It was very strange to hear her laugh. It made her sound innocent, like a young girl. He wouldn't have expected her to be capable of it; after all, he couldn't even laugh. Or maybe he could, he just hadn't found a reason to. But hearing her laugh was almost disturbing, especially after his outburst of emotions.
"Good. Then we won't have a problem. I'm going to try and make arrangements for a more permanent place to keep you. Is there anything I can do to make your situation more comfortable in the meantime?"
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Post by Kryshna on May 13, 2012 0:39:01 GMT -5
She looked at the sunlight coming in and frowned. She knew why they had it there, for their own comfort and safety. She decided to not mention it. Let them have their precaution. The main issue she had with it was it mad it difficult to sleep.
Instead she just shook her head and waited for the real questions to start.
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 13, 2012 22:15:10 GMT -5
Rutger sighed and walked back to the chair, setting it upright again and sitting down. He felt drained, like he had nothing left. It wasn't even the lack of sleep (he was used to that, after all) or even the stress of Alana's injury. Kryshna had stirred him up in a way he hadn't expected. No one had ever mentioned his time at the "facility" to him since he was a child. He hadn't forgotten it, of course; it was an ever-present shadow hanging over him. But he'd been able to bury it deep inside. But Kryshna had brought it to the surface, just by mentioning it... and by pointing out the horrible similarity between them. As a result, he'd actually spoken about it, something that he had not done since the day the camp had been liberated. As a result, he felt like a raw nerve, and he wasn't sure he could close himself back up again just yet.
And yet... he didn't want to leave, either.
He should have left her alone, gone back to Alana. But somehow the thought of seeing Alana while he was feeling so unstable scared him more than he would have liked to admit.
So he sat in silence for a few moments, running his hands through his hair. Finally he looked to Kryshna and spoke again.
"Do you remember being human? How long after they took you did they turn you? If I had to guess by looking at you, I'd say you were in your late teens."
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Post by Kryshna on May 14, 2012 14:24:28 GMT -5
Kryshna sat a moment, collecting her memories, thinking if she had ever been told exactly how long it had been. The Hashassins never celebrated birthdays, so she could not go off of that. She did remember that they would not change someone before they were physically mature enough, which was usually at 18. She looked back up at him.
"Took from birth. Vampires and Hashassins raised with other children to fight, to kill. Taught how to hide. Warriors discovered I could make magic. Became a special project, ultimate killer." She looks away from Rutger. "Only one cared. Clan forced me to kill him as final test before embraced. Was embraced once physically mature enough. 18."
She still looked at the ground. Blood had welled up in her eyes and dripped down her cheeks like tears. Kryshna curled up tighter.
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 14, 2012 17:37:39 GMT -5
If he had thought her just a monster, incapable of emotions, her response might have surprised him. Strangely, though, it didn't. She might not have been able to read normal human emotions or relate to people in a normal way, but there was still a glimmer of humanity in her. It gave him something he hadn't had in a very long time... hope for himself. Even though Alana had begun to stir up emotions in him and make him feel things he'd never allowed himself to feel before, a part of him had still thought himself unworthy of her. He was damaged and broken, and he believed he was beyond repair. But if even this creature, so far removed from humanity, could still feel something... maybe he wasn't beyond repair, after all.
"I'm sorry," he said in a low voice. "You are the last of your kind, are you not?"
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Post by Kryshna on May 14, 2012 17:52:37 GMT -5
She nods slowly.
"Have searched since the fall of Alamut for them. Seen few here and there. But no signs in past hundred years of clan."
Kryshna was still looking at the ground. Her words were slowly said. Only then was the depth of her age even remotely guessed, for Alamut fell over seven-hundred years ago.
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 14, 2012 23:14:51 GMT -5
It didn't mean much to Rutger, however. Because the clan was almost completely extinct, very little information was available about it. The only reason he even knew about the clan at all were because of the symbol she had left at each crime scene, and even then, the information had been hard to find. The name had come up during some research, but timelines had been very fuzzy.
It was strange; he should hate her after all that she had done. She had killed many people, she had tried to kill him and had nearly killed Alana. But instead he felt oddly sorry for her. She was alone in the world... just like him. She'd never had the choice about what she became.
"How did you survive so many years on your own?"
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Post by Kryshna on May 15, 2012 15:08:40 GMT -5
"Instincts. Taught to hide in case separated from clan. How does asking about long past help?"
She looked up at him at this point, curiously watching him. Her eyes, for a brief second, flashed to the door, wondering where Kieran went, before going back to Rutger.
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 15, 2012 16:34:00 GMT -5
Rutger straightened up in his chair, somewhat embarrassed. She'd caught him going off-topic, something which rarely ever happened. She was right... it had nothing to do with the case, and it didn't help. He only asked because he wanted to know how she'd carried on alone for so long. He hadn't been alone nearly as long as she had, but he couldn't help but see the parallels. He always told himself that he wanted it that way, that he preferred to be alone, but sometimes he found himself wondering about the ways his life could have been different... or the ways they could change if he let someone in. Someone like Alana.
"It doesn't," he admitted with a tight-lipped smile. "I just... wondered. That's all."
He cleared his throat, wishing he'd thought to bring a cup of coffee in with him. "You had a partner. What was his name?"
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Post by Kryshna on May 20, 2012 12:49:52 GMT -5
"Had many partners. If you want all names, could take a while."
Her eyes had wandered back to the door and she continued to keep her focus there. It was the truth. She had a good number of partners over the years that Rutger had been chasing her, and even more before him. Since Voldermort, though, she only has had three.
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 21, 2012 1:08:17 GMT -5
Rutger leaned back in his chair for a moment, rubbing his eyes. His mind traveled back to Alana, hoping that she was still sleeping peacefully. He didn't want her to wake up and find that he was gone.
Focusing his gaze back on Kryshna, he shook his head. "I don't need all of their names. Just the most recent one. And the one that was with you when you attacked me. Or is that one dead?"
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Post by Kryshna on May 28, 2012 15:34:04 GMT -5
"Dead. Failure results in death."
She thought back on her other more recent handlers. Two of them were obvious, Leander and Jaden. Jaden hadn't been for long, just a temporary thing until the Dark Lord could find a more permanent handler. But Leander, Kryshna couldn't give him away. It would break her code more. He had saved her and gone above and beyond what he needed to do as her handler. At this point, she was more loyal to him than to the Dark Lord. But she had to give a name.
"Jaden."
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on May 28, 2012 23:18:18 GMT -5
She had told him she wouldn't lie, so he had no reason to believe that she wasn't telling the whole truth right now. "Jaden..." he repeated. "Does Jaden have a surname, or did they not tell you that?" He would have understood, actually, if they didn't, because they would probably not want her to have too much information, in case a situation like this one were to arise. Jaden might not even be his real name. But it was something to start with, along with a full description from Sean, who had seen the man up close.
He was also not surprised that the previous partner was dead. And although the man could hardly be considered a good person, Rutger felt sorry to hear it anyway. In a way, the man had probably been responsible for saving his life.
"The other one... did you kill him?"
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Post by Kryshna on Jun 4, 2012 18:02:18 GMT -5
"Disappeared... Dark lord killed? Probably."
She hadn't actually lied. But she had to keep her code, part of which was to protect those that you are loyal to. Right now, the only person who had her loyalty was Leander, as he was the only one who ever showed her that he was willing to keep her safe as well.
Kieran on the other hand, was different from others. Was what he did protection? He confused her. She looked at the door again, wondering if he was standing out there.
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Post by Rutger Kilborn on Jun 4, 2012 22:26:41 GMT -5
It was a small consolation to know that she hadn't been the one to kill her former partner, but oddly, it still made him relax a little. Although Kryshna was his prisoner now and she seemed perfectly calm and harmless right now, he did not foll himself into thinking that she might not snap at any moment. Whether he was "proven" or not, if she felt threatened, she could still lash out at him.
"You keep looking at the door," he observed. "Are you anxious for me to leave, or are you hoping you'll be rescued?"
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