[Amunet Trujillo] “What is what?” Her eyes get wide, panic and guilt mixing in them.
[Leon Davenport] He placed his hand around her throat and his tumb pressed the mar, hard “This”He growled the word
[Amunet Trujillo] Panic wins out, eyes even bigger when his hand circles her throat. “Let me go”
[Leon Davenport] He was staring at her, breathing hard, his eyes filled with rage, pain and betrayal “What the fuck did you you?”He say in a very, very soft tone,shaking slightly, his grip slightly tightening
[Amunet Trujillo] “Let me go, Leon.” It comes out as forcefully as she can manage, eyes flickering to meet his, then dropping away again. “Please.”
[Leon Davenport] He pushed her toward her bed, hard “What the fuck did youdo last night? Who the fuck was it?”His face was a mask of betrayal and rage
[Amunet Trujillo] Her jaw sets and she looks away, shoulder shrugging “I don’t know. I don’t remember his name” She starts to look at him, but stops herself.
[Leon Davenport] His body was shaking, muscles rippling “You slept with a nobody? WHY THE FUCK?!!” Hescreamed at her, shirt ripping as he was getting bigger and larger
[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m kin, Leon. I pretty much exist to spread my legs.” She makes the mistake of looking at him, then closes her eyes tight. “I’m sorry.”
[Leon Davenport] He slapped her hard, a back hand slap “Is that what you think? Fuck you Amy. I thought you were better than that. I beleived in you, that you’d rise up to be more than a the loud mouth slut people said you were…well I guess they were right”His body was still rippling with the barely contained effort to keep himself in homid form
[Amunet Trujillo] She’s surprised, both by the slap and the force behind it. Her head is knocked to the side and she steps back with one foot to steady herself and keep from falling. Jaw set, she looks at him but won’t meet his eyes. “I guess so.”
[Leon Davenport] “Iguess so? I GUESS SO!” He was again screaming his shirt ripping complelty, his pants dispearing somewhat “That’s all you have to say? You betrayed me and you find only …I”m a kin, made ot spread my legs and I guess so as excuses?”He continued to grow, his head reaching the ceiling
[Amunet Trujillo] She doesn’t move though she’s shaking just slightly, eyes flickering to his and away again. “You know how I am. I mean, I only knew you how long before I fucked you?” She feels panic building inside her as he gets close to snapping, but forces herself to stand her ground and not let him see how guilty she feels.
[Leon Davenport] That was too much for him, telling him he was no different from last inght’s no name. He was standing hunched, all dark fur and wicked fangsand claws. He hit her once more, another back hand..much stronger this time, as his hand wa bigger than her head
[Amunet Trujillo] It knocks her off her feet, and she lets out a panicked yelp. She puts her hands behind her to break her fall, wincing when too much of her balance lands to the left and the barely and hastily healed wrist snaps fresh.
[Leon Davenport] He picked a bed up, raising it but it it caught by the ceiling. He snap it and pick a very long and wicked looking pice of wood from the base and and hold it pointed over her chest, breathing hard, eyes fillede with hatred, a snarl on his face with a loud, deep growl.
[Amunet Trujillo] Now she meets his eyes, the look in them all at once pleading and defiant. Her voice is very soft and small, breathing shallow as she glances between him and the piece of wood, then back again. “Go ahead. Kill me.”
[Leon Davenport] He stared at her, standing over her, immobile, except for his breathing. He wasn’t even blinking. Then he started shifting back, hair dsapearing, his pnats reapearing, leaving him barechested and barefooted, holding an oversized piece of wood. He kept looking at her for a few moments and drop the wood on the floor. His eyes were reddish, he looked hurt, almost defeated
“You’re not worth it” He say flatly, turning to walk away, watching the damage he had done to the room “Send me the bill” He say as a farewell, leaving the room.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s just stepping up into the common room when she hears the cracking of wood and crashing of shit. She frowns, moving into the hallway as she tries to get to the source…realizing with real worry that it’s coming from the direction of their room. “Amy?”
[Amunet Trujillo] You’re not worth it.
She curls in on herself, breathing speeding up to the point that she’s going to be in danger of hyperventilating soon, and the sound she makes is somewhere between a sob and the pained cry of a wounded animal.
[Leon Davenport] He wasstepping out of room 10, wearing only pants, a look of cold anger on his face as he was taking his cell phone out of his pockets. He saw Sarita and placed the phone back “Save me the call. She’s alive.” He say flatly “I don’t want to see her again…or even hear her name again”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at him from her spot in the hallway. She doesn’t seem to understand for a moment why he’s leaving with out a shirt. Then… “What happened?”
[Leon Davenport] “She fucked up…fucked some other guy. I snapped. It’s over..between us I mean. I’m not even trying anymore” He say, sounding empty.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She purses her lips and pushes by him. He’s not even a thought now. There’s a look of abject panic in her face as she runs to the room, running in and staring at Amy. Her heart falls, and everything in her just crumples. She kicks the door shut and falls next to her sister, gathering her up.
[Amunet Trujillo] The blood is already starting to pool on the side of her head and her cheek where the force of the last blow broke blood vessels. What he said seems to be the source of the most severe pain though. She cradles her slowly swelling wrist as she allows herself to be enveloped by Sarita, strangely quiet now except for the gasps for breath.
[Leon Davenport] He walk away, not looking back. People stare at him when he exit wearing only a pair of pants. He walk out ot his car, not looking around. He got into his car, and placed his hands on the wheel, gripping it tight. He slam both hands on on it “Fuck!”He yell in the car and then press his forehead against the wheel.
She had fucked up, he had fucked up….now things were broken and over between them, with Sarita as well and maybe others. Time will tell. He wished he had jsut left…then again, he wished Amy had been..more controlled? He shook his head and then drove away, heading to his house, feeling like shit and not sure about what to do next.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Shhh…shhh.” She curls around the kinfolk, just holding her. “I’m here. It’ll be okay, Amy…I’m here.” Obviously, it’s not okay. There’s a whole world of shit that may fall out from this. But for now, Sarita is there for Amy. That’s all that matters for the Strider, is that her sister needs her. And she’s here.
[Amunet Trujillo] “My head hurts….” It’s all she can think of to say right now, and she stares down at her wrist like she’s not sure what happened to it.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “C’mon, hon. I’m gonna get you to a doctor.” They’re burning through ID’s fairly quickly now. She picks Amy up, carrying her gently through the Brotherhood and out the back. Now is not a time to freak out the people downstairs, nor to raise alarms. Shit just got real, sure…but for now, Sarita’s handling it alone. For tonight, at least, it’s just the two of them again. When it’s just the two of them, they can fix anything.
[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t need a doctor.” The words sound slurred, and she leans her head into Sarita’s shoulder before closing her eyes.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m fairly sure you have a concussion or something. Yes you do.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “My head hurts.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s because you got hit in it, and have a concussion.” She sets Amy in the passenger seat, shutting the door carefully, and gets in on her side. The van starts up, and off she goes. She’ll tell someone about the bed later.