Let Love Bleed...

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Who: Kid, Denzel, Lynx, and those in Cloud's group returning to the 7th Heaven (only after Lynx has left though; Lynx is gone now. Bring on Cloud's group up to bat!)
Where: Edge; 7th Heaven
What: Surviving against Dark Serge
When: 11 PM; hour before Lynx rounds up the villains and watches the fight with Serge and Loz on the other side of the planet (hence why it is day over in the Calm Lands)
Rating: R (massive violence and some foul language, just to be safe. No rape or anything. Really, only Kid and possibly Lynx will be harmed, and the bar too.)

(ooc: Due to personal problems involving certain matters, I may not be able to update this too quickly. This goes for the other 3 threads I am in as well, though they are going pretty slow anyway.)


Crying never did Kid any good, but it was the only way to relieve the pain in her heart. That, and several drinks laid out before her. Night had fallen on Edge, the full moon greeting the inhabitants, shining its light through the windows. She cared little of it, even if the Gods themselves had sent this as a sign of goodwill. All the moon ever did for her was to constantly remind the thief of that night ages ago.

But night time did grant her one thing: the urge to drink, a lot. The atmosphere of the bar had easily proved that by smell if not with sight. And with Denzel put to sleep, and no customers to pester her, she no longer watered down the substances. Each bottle had been perfectly lined up, each emptied accordingly and standing with gil by her side; she wasn’t going so far as to truly steal it, less she wanted to be cast out into the streets by Cloud or Tifa. Oddly enough, by some divine or darker power, no matter how much she drank. Her movements were more sluggish than usual, but that was all her body would allow.

Thirteen empty bottles sat along the counter, and Kid had just slammed the fourteenth one onto the bar in a fit of rage by all of this. She just couldn’t stand being hurt this much, by her own friends and family now. All of this was anger she needed to vent out. With only one arm however, that made things harder for her. Others would have taken advantage of her in her condition, in more than one way.

And she would have to kill, yet giving into her violence was never the answer. Not to mention after the incident at Bevelle, she couldn’t afford to make her name known.

Right now, there was only one thing she desired, the one person who had always helped mend her wounds: Serge. Long had she just wanted the blue-haired youth to come back here. It even occurred to her that ever since the battle with the Behemoth, they had never truly been a couple. If anything, all of this had strained her relationship with him, something she never wanted to happen.

Tears slid down her face silently, until she hiccupped and burst out quietly. She laid her head down as she continued to sniffle. Was this how the great Kid, the very woman who had raided the armies of Porre with the Radical Dreamers until their death, was to meet her fate? Never in her childhood had she stooped to needing someone like Serge by her side. But he was the one who gave her a new hand. He was the one to change her life for the better. And he was the one who saved her life so many times, she had lost count. But most importantly, Serge was the only one Kid loved now.

She pulled out her phone, fingers hanging in anticipation over the numbers. It had taken months, but she had managed to get used to the bloody hunk of tech. Tempting as it was to call Serge, she hated being a burden to him, like the night before with Vanitas. Still…

Sighing, she put the phone down and slammed her head on top of the bar. All her courage and fiery “screw the rules” attitude had drowned with her misery, and she hated herself for that. Her hand slid along the bar, grasping another bottle to drown her sorrow…

A hand suddenly grasped it, and Kid bolted right up, fire forming into her hand. She had sensed an intruder, and her thoughts were right…for the most part. The raging flames finally calmed, vanishing into smoke within her hand, and so did she. Her eyes widened at the sight before her, and a smile came to her face.

“Serge?”

Indeed it was Serge, and he smiled back at her…

And immediately Kid wished she had not cancelled the spell of hers. The smile was familiar, the face was familiar, and even those eyes were familiar, but not the one she desired. The orbs she stared into were as bright and beautiful as the sea. This man’s eyes were golden, slit like a predator seeking his prey. Only one man, only one being ever had such a stare of that power, making her spine shiver and her body shake in fear.

“No…” she breathed out, pulling back her arm from his grasp. But his grip was too tight, and her body had been worn down with all the liquor her body absorbed. The room spun, her senses sent into over drive.

“Think you could get away from me, slut?” said the imposter with a coy smile. It soon faded with a glare, and he pulled her forward, ramming her against the bar. “Did you!?”

Kid gasped, shocks flying and piercing through her chests. Her legs nearly gave way from the blow, and she returned the glare. Her hand slowly reached for the dagger on her belt. Surely if she could just get that, then—

“Look at me!” he shouted, lifting her body into the air and throwing her against the ceiling.

Cracks formed from the pressure, and he heard the pleasant melody of gasps and shattered bones; truly good music for those such as he. Her body finally crashed back down onto the bar, the bottles breaking under her weight. Shards of glass dug into her skin, blood forming beneath her. Her teeth were gritted, seething in pain as thousand min-daggers pierced through her flesh. She yelped once again, her hair pulled by the tyrant. All of this was so familiar, just like what happened 2 years ago.

“You’re Lynx, aint’cha?” she managed to breathe out, doing her best to will her body to move. “Whatcha gonna do now? Send me to see Lucca?”

He smirked, shaking his head. “All in due time, but first thing’s first…I need a sample.” He licked his lips and purred, moving his face closer to her neck.

Bad thoughts erupted, enough to give Kid the energy she needed. Lifting up a damaged leg, she bashed the side of Lynx’s head, knocking him forward and into the tables before her. That wouldn’t last for long. For all she knew, all she did was hit a measly shadow. Nevertheless, she needed to get back up rather than be a target.
She pushed her only functioning arm against the bar, trying to stand back up. Her body wobbled as she lifted herself, the pain forcing her to seethe and moan in agony through her teeth. So many thoughts ran through her head, wondering why the hell Lynx was here in the first place. But that didn’t matter if she was going to be destroyed by his hands. Blood dripped from her mouth, and she let out a painful grunt. Gasping let loose the crimson fluids from her mouth, forcing her to cough it all out.

A hand wrapped itself around her neck. The vice grip placed on her again, nearly crushing her windpipe. Slowly, her body was lifted from the bar by Lynx, their eyes locking onto another. Immediately, she shut her eyes, unable to stare into those eyes in THAT body. All it served her was reminding how powerless she was and had been for the past several years.

Lynx smirked, his body blessed with no wounds; such a blow could not harm him in Kid’s condition. The girl certainly learned her place quick, something he hadn’t full expected. He brought her closer to him, taking in the scent of fear and blood. “It’s been awhile, huh? You smell much better than before. I bet it’s nice to have an actual shower and products, rather than roll around with fleas, huh?”

Kid let out a whimper, raising her arm to grip Lynx’s. “Lynx…why are you back? Straight up attacks aren’t exactly your style…”

A chuckle came from the god of Fate. It was nice to know someone who knew him all so well. “Oh? Well I wanted to slowly torment you, but you caught on too quick for your own good.”

“And make the same mistake of doing god knows what?” she countered, her own grip tightening on his arm as well. She tried to form flames, yet not even her magic bowed to her calls now. “Tell me, what the bloody hell do you want from me now?”

“Well…” he pressed his face closer to her face, and forced her closer as she squirmed from him. He licked his lips, inhaling another scent from the woman. God did the love of fear excite him so. “I wouldn’t mind taking a tumble with you in this body…but you see…” he opened his mouth, his animal fangs taking over. “I’m short on time here, and I need a little taste test before I leave…”

The Radical Dreamer’s eyes widened. The violation of her body was out of the question for the both of them, thankfully, but in her condition and his fangs…She continued to squirm and beckon forth flames pent up within her. If only she had the Ifrit with her, but she had left it upstairs with Denzel for safekeeping.

Despite being never one of prayer, she prayed the boy was not foolish enough to come down here, not now and see her so powerless…