Fire With Fire (Cinder)
Jun 9, 2010 17:49:11 GMT -5
Post by Quint on Jun 9, 2010 17:49:11 GMT -5
Nero
Nero hadn’t expected to end the night exchanging body heat with someone who was supposed to be his enemy. He had gone there to train. The Games would be coming up soon. He had hoped the spot would be his. He deserved it. But now that he had something to return to, victory would be reached with even greater determination. Arcadia London. He held her closer, stroking her back and smelling her hair as his cold lips pressed against her hot.[/size][/color][/blockquote]
He felt despair fill him as he broke away from him, but he couldn’t help but be aroused by the lascivious girl as she wiped her hand against her mouth. He pursed his lips, licking away whatever salivation had remained. She jumped up on the counter and reclined against him. He was much taller than her, yet she won him over by almost 2 years. It would be a bit awkward if he had actually thought about it. But he was enjoying the moment too much to actually interrupt it with something not very significant if they had actually taken the time to register it. Age was just a number. Strength was what mattered in the long run.
Smiling as she leaned her head against his shoulder, he dropped his head over hers and played with her hair. He took a moment to lick his lips again as she remarked satisfaction. ”Well,” he said as he held her tighter and wrapped his arm around her. ”We’ve got all night...” She said nothing, instead lacing her fingers around his. Her hands were unbelievably subtle, soft to the touch. He caught her glances at him; perhaps she was uncomfortable. About what, though? That they had just made out in the medical closet. That they were raised from the beginning, being told that one day, they would have to, sooner or later, kill the other. They had been used. They had been trained like machines.
His eyes fell down to the floor, trying to look through the ground and down at the fiery evil place where his destiny lay. That’s where I’m going... Surely enough, he would. He had done so much in the life. So much bad and now he would pay. The greatest thing he would love would be ripped away from soon. Unfortunately, he would have to ultimately decided whether that greatest thing be the Games or Arcadia London. He loved both so much. He wanted to be with both forever. Both gave him a sort of unexplainable rush that made him want to run on and on and on, and just well, keep going.
Nero, without warning, went forward and kissed her again, this time holding her closer. About as close as they could get. To the point where he could feel her heart beat pound against his. Though, if she was to actually feel his chest and listen, there was possibility that maybe, just maybe, she would find silence; nothing; an absence. "What now, Nero? I-I have to leave, Father will be none too happy with me." And very much like the kiss, without warning, he panicked. F-Father... Nero had almost forgotten about the evil old man. He had trained Arcadia, enough that she could actually be worthy of being compared to his strength. And that, was quite an honor. It had been rather hard as to whether he respected, feared, or hated the man. He had been the only one to create a product that matched his value. To create a product that had weakened him so.
This, from the beginning, had been a fight between Nero and no, not Arcadia, but Father. They had only interacted once. 4 years ago, when he had beaten what was thought to be an impossibly invincible Career to the pulp. The opponent had been traumatized from then on, mentally paralyzed at his defeat, almost considered a medical vegetable, to the point of his true defeat when he had committed suicide off of one of the taller buildings placed in the Town Square dedicated to the Careers. None the matter, it was then, that Father London had brushed passed bloody Nero, giving him a nod of consent and a slight blossoming of respect. Though, from that day, Nero had known that Father would produce something to defeat him. He had warned him that day. All with one nod.
The clapping sounds echoed in the gym, and Nero had immediately known who had entered. His first instinct would be to grab his knife, but when he reached for the completely essential weapon, he wrapped his checkered hand around nothing, instead finding air and the absence of a sharp useful object. He had forgotten back at the gym. Or some could say he had forgotten his knife in the hand of Father London, but nooo, the old ratfink had to go on and pick it up for himself.
Nero jumped immediately, keeping the last bit of scrutiny he had with him focused towards the intruder. The majority of his attention was still grasped with Arcadia. He wanted more. He want to touch her lips again. He loved the taste of her mouth and the warmth of her breathing. Now, who knew whether he’d make it out alive. There had been myths between all the guys back in training where Father had once been a Career at one time. Though not just a Career, but the best Career. Very much like himself. He was now facing his best competition. His strongest competition. And very much likely, his final competition.