[TheNoir] The Killing Dance
- From: Johnathon Micheals <laughingcorpse07@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: Noir <thenoir@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2004 01:23:47 -0800 (PST)
The Killing Dance
by Shane Taggart and Anita Tessasohn
Her strides were long as she passed one corridor after another. Anger still
burned in her like a fine heat through the middle of her back. Her hands were
slightly sore though. Alot of her frustration was taken out on Isabella and her
knuckles felt sore. She managed to get Isabella back into bed. Part of her
didn't understand why she bothered with such a pointless endeavor; it wasn't as
if Isabella would be grateful in the end. She'd still be hated. Anita couldn't
help but form a smile at the corner of her mouth. Good, they could hate her all
they wanted.
She needed new quarters. No doubt Anais already knew she was gone. And if M.E.
was going to come charging, she'd just have to find Anita.
Shane moved like a shadow along the walls just one step behind her. Around each
corner he followed her with the intent to stalk, to hunt, to find the one who
had made him look foolish and had assaulted his new love. Or, whatever it was
that Bella was to him. Either way, Anita was going to have to be punished. It
was silently in the corridor with nothing but Anita's boots thundering down the
hallways. And, matching her pace, he walked with her so she could not hear his
approach. Shane was getting close.
Turning the corner she thought she saw a flash of something, but her anger
forced the thought away. Throwing her cautious attitude away faster than she
could stab someone. It was still boiling, and ruffling her hair while taking a
deep breath was not working for her. She stopped, the doors to her new quarters
was far enough from her original that M.E. would get even further pissed. Good,
Isabella only made Anita angry. Maureen, while still confused her slightly,
provided a nice laugh or two.
Entering her bare quarters, she took out the vials and placed them on a shelf
she never saw in the other quarters. Not being concerned for the minor
difference in detail, she began arranging them to her liking.
"A psychopath with a decoration sense, how intriguing." Shane leaned against
the walls to her quarters, entering them behind her without much of a whisper
of cloth in the artificial breeze. "What I don't understand," he said, sarcasm
dripping from every word, "is why you have to stir up people's emotions and
play these mind games. It's not logical and, frankly, your games suck."
"Oh, then you're more than welcome to give suggestions dear." Anita looked at
him, and then went back to her vials. A thought came to her, "Not that it'll
mean much, you understand. But, it's never the less 'appreciated'." She quoted
with her fingers on the last word.
Shane smiled, not moving, "and then you hide behind your fear that someone has
finally figured you out by insulting them and attempting to lure them into your
game." He ran a hand through his hair, "Which makes you more of a helpless
'child' than a total 'bitch'," both time Shane used the air quotes that Anita
had used minutes before.
Anita laughed, "Oh yes, Isabella tried this 'figuring me out' deal when I was
in there last. She got a beating from hell, I might add. Though," she pushed
her head forward slightly away from her arms as they were relaxed against the
shelf, "don't worry. Your pet bitch will be alright in a matter of days."
Shaking his head, Shane moved over to the replicator built into the wall. "Pet
bitch, beating from hell, blah blah blah. Anita, darling, you should really
stop attempting to play off my emotions. Fool me once shame on you, fool me
twice shame on me. What are you looking for me to do? Fight you? Argue? Kiss?
Flirt? Go on my merry way?" He shrugged casually.
Anita frowned at him, "No actually, the fact you haven't done anything is a
little surprising." She moved away from the shelf, "You're here. You don't
believe me, that's your choice. But what strikes me as hilarious is that you,"
she pointed, hand close to her body, "haven't done shit but talk. What are you
waiting for? Don't tell me you're here for casual talk and 'insults', Shane."
"You have to have action, don't you? You can't stand getting up close and
personal and playing mind games. You have to be doing something." He smiled
evilly and folded his arms across his chest, "and it kills you that I haven't
jumped to attack. Doesn't it?"
Anita blinked and chuckled, "No, just wondering. Cause either way, I'd like to
sleep."
"I find it hard to believe you'd sleep with so many people on this ship wanting
you dead."
Anita shrugged, "I have Maureen's promise that I'd be safe. Though I perceive
it as being kept alive than actually safe. So Shane," she smiled at him, "is
there anything else? We all know how tired we can get if we don?t have a full
night's sleep." She shook her head in mock disapproval.
This was tedious. He took a couple of steps closer to her, closing the gap
between them to just out of arms reach. "Well, if M.E. said you'd be safe then
it must be true. I'll have you know that she doesn't dictate what I do. And, if
she thinks she does, well she's crazier than I had initially thought." Shane
rested his hands on his hips and tilted his head at her.
She perked her eyebrows, "Now, that doesn't answer my question. If you're not
going to be honest, Shane, then please- see yourself to the door." She turned
away from him and walked to the bathroom, "and if you're going to stay. Don't
hesitate to make yourself comfortable."
"Mental tug-of-war is not my idea of a great night," Shane moved to the doorway
of the bathroom. "Would you explain your logic behind beating Bella to within
an inch of her life?"
"Oh, so you do believe me. Go figure. You wanna know, dear, find out when she's
revived. Not that you're getting anything from me. Now, shoo." Anita made a
little display with her hands for Shane to move out of her way.
He didn't move, just smiled.
Anita laughed, "suit yourself." Anita turned and walked out of the quarters.
She didn't feel like putting a fight for the use of the bathroom. For the
bathroom, Anita said to herself, sending laughter coming from her throat.
Shane took the moment to take a vial from her shelf and drop it on the ground.
It shattered into an array of pieces and he stepped over it. "It's an
interesting concept, isn't it? The art of manipulation. Either way, you didn't
answer my question. Why'd you do it? What makes you compelled to do it? That's
all I ask. Is that so hard to do?"
She was nearly out but turned around. She tilted her head and walked in after a
moment, closing the doors behind her. She took a seat on the couch, crossing
her legs. "Since you can't grasp the concept of 'I want sleep' let's play your
game then, Shane. You wanna know why I did it?" Biting her lower lip, she
decided to go for the easiest answer, not caring what Shane would think. "Your
little playmate decided figure me out, just like how your are dear. And well,
you know one thing led to another, and she shot me. Or at least she tried to."
Anita frowned at that as she nibbed on one of her long nails, "Now.. I dunno. I
think I wanted her dead." She looked up at Shane and clapped her hands, "there
you go, hun, bedtime story over."
"You can't tell story worth a damn, but it still doesn't explain anything."
Shane moved behind the couch and put his head right down next to the woman's
ear. His hot breath, he was sure, could be felt on her neck and on her neck. "I
think that you wanted something from her. You wanted something from everyone
you attacked - including Cervo and I. You don't know how to trust or you don't
want to. Doesn't matter to me really, I couldn't give a fuck." He ran a hand
through her hair, brushing it out from in front of her eyes.
Anita gave him a bored expression, "Dear, at least you know that much about me.
You all have your uses." Her lips were nearly at his, "and if it doesn't matter
to you, why aren't I dead?" The smiled formed. And in that moment, Anita
realized that it really didn't matter to her anymore.
"Do you want to be dead?" He asked simply, moving his lips closer to her. They
were nearly touching, but just enough that the fuzzy feeling of a presence on
her lips was there. "You live for that danger, don't you?"
She shook her head, "it's a curse."
Shane leaned back a little, behind her ear. "Then, explain to me, why you were
so aggressive before and so passive now? It doesn't suit you."
"You don't know me, dear. You don't know me at all."
"Explain it to me then."
Anita laughed, "I don?t have to do anything, dear. That's the concept you seem
to keep missing."
"Notice, dear, that I didn't say you had to do anything."
"But also notice you're still here being as my over un-welcomed guest."
Shane stifled a laugh, "And I'm sure you were welcome in sickbay when you
attacked Bella for the second time. Hypocrite."
"Still being the un-welcomed guest, Shane. Is there a point? Or...?" She moved
her head with her inquiry.
He leaped over the couch, landing on the cushion next to her. He gently stroked
her cheek with his left hand, "I think you just need someone to love. A little
love never hurt anyone and it has calmed even the most aggressively nerve." He
smiled a bit as he leaned closer to her, bringing his lips once again close to
her skin.
She placed her finger on his lips, "And you think you can offer that?" Anita
laughed, "Shane, dear Shane. You are nothing to me past your uses. Go away."
She gently pushed him back.
Shane sighed and stood, moving towards the door. "All right, bitch, I've had
enough of this. The fact remains that you're not to touch Bella again. And, if
I hear that you have, I'll kill you. You think you're safe here, or that you
won't die here, think again. You understand me?"
Anita smiled as Shane moved towards the door, "Good night Shane, don't let the
bed bugs bite."
"No, be a good little girl and nod and say you understand what I'm saying."
"Sorry, you want me to acknowledge you in some way, Shane? You're gonna have to
do a whole lot better." Anita stood there.
"Do you understand that if you touch her again, I'll kill you. It is a simple
yes or no question." Shane looked at her, that gaze of 'you're a complete idiot
if I have to explain the situation to you' in his eyes. "Do I have to repeat a
third time?"
"I hear quite well, thanks for your concern. And I don?t' suppose the third
time will be pleasant? Will it?" Anita's murderous tone seeped out.
"Is that what you want? Me to knock you around? I have no problem administering
a thorough beating to you. After all, given the circumstances, I can't think of
someone who deserves one more than you." Shane took a menacing step towards
her. He cracked his knuckles and smiled diabolically at her. "Want to dance,
sweetheart?"
"Only if you start one," she raised her eyes in anticipation. "You're more then
welcome to try."
Shane leaned into her face, they were centimeters apart, "There's that lure
again. Hook, line, and sinker. Just be aware of my intentions towards you. If
you don't heed my warning, I will make sure it's the last mistake that you ever
make. Take it as a threat, as a warning, as a friendly chat for all I fuckin'
care, but don't blow it off. Goodnight, Anita."
"Sweet dreams, Hun." Anita turned her back and went into the bathroom.
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