Going for a run(Maron)

[maron]

The moment Phoenix punched the guy, Kola he’d called himself, it was as if cold water had been dumped on her. Her head suddenly cleared, her eyes suddenly opening wide as everything started to come crashing down on her.

What the hell had just happened?!

Maron shook her head, a hand reaching up to lightly touch her forehead. What had that guy been doing?! Had he been messing with her thoughts? She could barely even recall it, everything was fuzzy. She remembered…. Every time he’d spoke, for some reason she’d listened, done what she’d been told or asked…

Suddenly she was aware of the new presence, Phoenix. Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be gone the whole day? She was so relieved to see him, but at the same time she started to wonder, if that guy had been messing with her thoughts, was this his doing as well? Or was it really Phoenix? She shook her head again, holding it as if she might fall over. “What the hell was that..?”

[cartertcat]

Art's hair had went from blue to bright red. It was definitely not a happy red either. The figure on the ground seemed to blur with all of the rage he was feeling. So he couldn't help but kick the unconscious figure in the stomach before turning to Maron. The blind fury seemed to melt away as soon as he saw the startled then confused look she was wearing. When he saw the way she was holding her head, he took a step closer to her.

"You tell me." he said, taking a deep breath. He ran his pale fingers through his hair, letting out a sigh of frustration. He didn't like what he'd seen. It was unsettling. The few groans that he heard in back of him were like salt in a wound. It was enough to make him turn around and bash this strangers brains in. Phoenix almost turned but then looked at Maron again.

What had the jogger done to her? Was it some kind of mind control? If the Maron hadn't been right across from him, he might have smoked. That was something rare, seeing Phoenix smoke a cigarette. The only time he ever did that was when things happened like this. It was a nasty habit that he had picked up when he was on his own. The pained expression on Art's face was something he didn't like to wear. Usually he was good at hiding his emotions, why had that skill abandoned him now?

[maron]

Maron tried to recall what exactly had happened. The guy was some sort of mind controller… Or something. If he was though, why had he spoken? Mind controllers didn’t need to speak, did they? So why had he..? Ugh, and why did her head hurt from fighting those urges?!

“Ugh… My head hurts…” She shook her head again, as if to try and get rid of the sharp pain. “He… I don’t know what he did... I couldn’t stop myself…” Oh how she hoped that that angry tone of his wasn’t directed towards her. She hadn’t done anything intentional! Whatever this guy had done had been a sort of mind control! She wouldn’t have blamed him for being angry with her though… From what he had probably seen, he probably thought she was two timing him!

[kaelonttwin2]

This was in fact an odd day for Kola Stayer. He'd met a perplexing girl and persuaded her to do the things he wanted. Then, right when they were about to kiss, he gets tapped on the shoulder. Little did he know that when he turned around he would get a left hook to the jaw. He lie on the ground, playing possum. The taste of metallic blood in his mouth just got his adrenaline pumping. The sunlight was working to his advantage as he saw the glint of a knife.

He staggered to his feet. It was always a bad idea to have your back turned on Kola. Especially when you've pissed him off by punching him in the face. He was standing just behind this Phoenix person. The seemed so attached to each other, this was going to be funny. Usually he wasn't so cold hearted, but being punched brought out the worst in him. He knew he could easily punch out this guy, but what would the fun in that be? "You take that knife out of your boot. and slit your throat. slit your throat" he spoke slowly and clearly.

[cartertcat]

Phoenix instantly hated himself for seeming like he was accusing Maron. Of course, this guy had to do some mind trick. But why did he speak?! Well whatever his power was, at least he was unconscious now. As Art saw how the affects of the runners power were affecting Maron, he became more concerned. "It's ok, I'm not going to let him hurt you." he started to say reassuringly.

Then he heard that voice. It was so smooth and strange. Everything seemed to feel fuzzy. He started to feel disoriented and foggy. "n-no," he tried to object. Then this Kola repeated his request. Art's hand shook slightly as he reached down into his boot. All his common sense had left him as he started to raise the metal object. But somehow, it was like he knew what was happening. Like a bystander watching the scene play out. Phoenix tried calling out to Maron but it was no use. He just kept raising the knife.

[maron]

Maron smiled a little, happy that Phoenix no longer seemed mad at her. That smile vanished quickly though. She heard the order being given. It didn't affect her this time though, his attention was on... Phoenix?!

She was instantly at Phoenix's side, both hands latching onto his arm as he fought against the order, slowly failing, trying to stop him. The only problem was Phoenix was a lot stronger then she was, even in a state of mind control. Maron suddenly reached for the knife, if she could get it away, he couldn't follow the orders. One hand tried to pry his fingers off of the knife, the other grabbing hold of the blade if she couldn't get it away from him before it reached his throat. She tried not to flinch when the blade cut into her hand, putting all her efforts into trying to take it away.

Her anger was starting to boil just as much as her fear was. "Stop this right now, or I swear to God I'll kill you." Her gaze turned towards Kola, eyes wide with her threat. She never used her power purposely. Right now though... If he didn't stop, she would. No one tried to hurt Phoenix. She kept her gaze a little low though, but it was the closet she came to looking him in the eyes, the fire in her own burning even brighter.

[kaelonttwin2]

Kola grinned. This was very entertaining. Maron's attempts to stop Phoenix were futile, that was clear. "Oh sweetie, you'll have to stop him yourself. Even though I don't know what you could possibly do to distract him from killing himself. Have fun trying to figure that one out." he told her, turning on the balls of his feet. He took the headphones around his neck and put them in his ear. He started running almost instantly, fitness was important.

If she tried to chase after him, the boyfriend would die. Sure the guy had been able to snap her out of it just by showing up, but that wouldn't work in this case. James had been making her think that she'd thought things she hadn't. Now though, he'd made art act upon those thoughts. That would be a lot more difficult. There had only been one time that anyone had ever snapped out out of this trance. Maybe an extreme act of passion. Honestly though, he had no idea. Simply because no one had ever snapped out of the trance.

[cartertcat]

The feel of the cold metal against something other then his neck was frightening. Even worse was the fact that he knew what the object blocking the knife from making contact with his neck was Marons hand. He couldn't help but cut into the hand. "Damn it! he thought. Oh god! He was going to be hurting Maron. And after that, kill himself. Once she moved her hand away the knife would be on his neck and he would not stop.

For some reason his mind flashed back to that line from twilight. 'I never thought much about how i would die. But dieing in the place of someone i love seems like a good way to go.' what the hell? Why would he be quoting twilight in his mind right now. That book had made him want to bang his head against a wall. Maybe the quote was fitting for the occasion though?

He could hear his heart beat in the back of his ears. This was it. In one quick movement he would be on the ground and bleeding to death. That was ironic, that he might die of blood loss. It would also be a slow death. Since his body produce twice as much blood then the normal human. But before that quick movement? He would be hurting Maron. This was like torture. He wanted to yell at her to mover her hand away before he cut any deeper. Where was his speech?!

[maron]

Maron flinched as the knife cut deeper into her hand, her attention returning to Phoenix. "Please... Please snap out of it!" She didn't care if she got hurt, Phoenix had to snap out of it! If he didn't... He'd kill himself!

The one that had caused all this was gone now, running out of sight with out a second look. It made her angry. Why had he done this?! Why wasn't he stopping Phoenix?! Why was he so willing to cause such pain..?

Maron could feel her blood starting to run down her hand and arm, but she wouldn't let go of the blade. It was then she remembered what the guy had said. Something had to snap him out of it, like his sudden appearance had helped her break free. "Please... Stop..." She winced, the pain in her hand almost driving her to the point of letting go so she could nurse the wound...

[cartertcat]

Hurting Maron hurt more then any self inflicted wound that Phoenix had ever gotten. He felt completely powerless. Inside he was screaming. He couldn't stop himself. Why hadn't Maron moved her hand yet?! If he survived, he was going to kill the English runner extremely slowly.

When he heard Maron beg for him to stop something broke through. His hand jerked upward, the knife running itself across the left side of Art's face. Almost instantly a gash began to form starting at the corner of his mouth and ending at the top of his eyelid. The alloy instantly melted and he had already unbuttoned his shirt. He shed the fabric away, wrapping it around Maron's hand and tieing it off tightly. If he wasn't so shocked by what he'd done, he would have most definitely passed out. It felt like his head was being split in two.

Phoenix didn't even really care about the cold. Earlier in their relationship he hadn't wanted Maron to see him shirtless. His upper body was riddled with scars. As shockingly pale as ever, he was also very toned and a lot more muscular then he appeared. With daily activities such as these, you had to be. His jeans were rather low riding. The indentations of his hips looked as if someone had pushed their fingers there. Oh God, Oh God, Oh god he kept repeating in his head. His own blood looked shockingly bright at it reached his pale collar bone.

His attention was on Maron. "What did I do..." Phoenix said under his breath. He was really to shocked to raise his voice at all. Some how he managed to though. "D-dose it hurt?" what a stupid question to ask. Of course it did! He hadn't even noticed the particularly large, bleeding, gash across the side of his face. There was too much adrenaline pumping for him to feel anything like that right now.

[maron]

Maron was starting to lose hope of Phoenix ever breaking free of the control, when suddenly the knife jerked quickly in her hand, finally ripping her hand away from the blade as it left a gash across Phoenix's cheek. She almost let out a sigh of relief when the knife seemed to melt, but then the pain in her hand brought her back to her own injury. Phoenix might be used to being cut like this, but she wasn't. Rarely did she even see her own blood!

Her fingers had tried to close around the deep cut, as if to hide it from sight before he'd pulled his shirt off and took her hand to tie it over the injury. She winced as he tightened the fabric, but her attention was suddenly caught by his torso. She'd never imagined he'd have so many scars.... He was even more muscular then she'd expected, but it didn't surprise her to much.

She smiled slightly when he spoke, though it was hard not to have it look pained from the deep gash. "Not really." She was flat out lying. She might not have to deal with her hair changing color to prove she was lying, but her voice gave her away. Why wouldn't it hurt?! "What about you...?" She dared not look up to see how badly he'd cut his own cheek. It was to close to his eyes.

[cartertcat]

For as long as Phoenix could remember, he was only able to manipulate his own blood. It was inconvenient because his power had some slight healing properties. He was usually able to manipulate the blood back into the wound. Now that itself wouldn't stop the bleeding. So he would usually suture the wound closed with his own blood alloy that were better then any stitches. Sure he'd tried to manipulate others blood, but never been successful. He looked at a drop of red liquid fall from the now soaked shirt. He extended his hand out instinctively and watched as the liquid froze in mid air. "Holy crap." was all he said as he undid the tight naught.

The shirt loosely fell on the ground. Art held her hand in his palm tenderly. When he heard Maron ask about him, he looked slightly confused. He didn't notice the cut on his face. His hair turned crimson red and straight, the same style and color it had been when they had first met. Even when he somewhat healed his own wounds, it was hard. He hadn't perfected it himself. When Phoenix had first manipulated his own blood, he'd fainted. He could only imagine how Maron might react. His slender, pale, hand hovered over her bloodied one. The blood moved quickly back into the cut. About twelve, small, metal, stitches appeared where the cut had been. He felt extremely guilty even after that. "I.. didn't mean to hurt you..."" he said, looking off to the side.

[maron]

Maron stared half blankly at the blood soaking through the makeshift bandage, that just happened to be his shirt. It really did hurt… and she’d never seen that much of her own blood… It made her light headed. And then…. Phoenix was up to something. It looked like he was going to try and manipulate her own blood, but she’d never known he’d been able to. It seemed though… That he could!

He’d untied the shirt then, letting it drop to the ground, his focus on the cut. What was he trying to do though? She got her answer pretty quick when she saw her own blood returning to the cut. Now that made her nauseous! Seeing blood from a cut was one thing, seeing it start returning to the cut?

Maron’s face was almost green as Phoenix stitched the cut shut. Even when he’d finished her face didn’t lose the color. She didn’t care though, no matter how nauseous she was. Phoenix was hurting just as much as she was… And now he wouldn’t even look towards her! She leaned forward a little, putting her head on his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter…” She paused for only a moment. “I’d do it all over again if it meant keeping you alive.” If she hadn’t stopped him… Phoenix would have killed himself! She was more than willing to risk getting hurt to make sure he was safe.

[cartertcat]

Even though it was freezing around them, Phoenix was warm to the touch. Maybe it was just an adrenaline induced fever? Still though, he was shirtless in the middle of the Canadian woods. He hadn't been exposing Maron's head on his shoulder. He rested his head on Maron's. His arms wrapped around her. They'd been in this strong embrace before, but everything seemed to be warmer now.

He didn't like that Maron was willing to go through so much physical pain for his well being. He supposed that he would probably go through ten fold as much if it meant Maron's safety. A sudden realization came over him. She'd been prepared to look this Kola in the eyes. She was willing to use her power against him. He was a little more aware of the cut across his face now, but thought nothing of it. Phoenix was a little caught up on the fact that Maron would actually do that for him. "I love you..." he said softly.

There seemed to be an unsaid promise underneath his words. It seemed like those three words had always been exchanged during their kisses. Now though, it was official. There was no way Phoenix would ever let Maron go. He couldn't remember the last time he'd said i love you to anyone and actually meant it.

[maron]

Maron just leaned closer as she felt his arms move around her, holding her tightly. She had to admit, he seemed a lot warmer then he should have been with this weather. Great, she was probably getting him sick by both being out here, him with out a shirt to block out some of the cold. It wasn't like Maron felt all that great either though. She still felt horribly nauseous, like she wanted to pass out, probably from seeing all her blood returning to the cut in her palm...

The three words he said... Left her completely speechless. She couldn't recall him ever saying that before now. At all. It made her happy and giddy. A faint smile touched her lips. "I love you to..." You never knew how much you really cared for someone until you had to face almost losing them. If she hadn't kept her hand between the knife and Phoenix's throat.... The thought didn't help her whole nausea thing..

"... I don't feel to good..." If Phoenix pulled away long enough to look at her face he'd see just how green she looked, her eyes tightly shut as her head swam. Her knees weak, the nausea affecting her whole body.