Recent Posts

[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]Goodbye Israel, hello Chicago.
Or at least ,that was what Blackwood was supposed to say now, as this was her first real day on this new continent. And god damn they had warm weather. It didnt compare with Israel's heat waves, but it felt a bit like home. That alone, made Ruby dislike the place a little bit. She had been so glad to get away from her home, her father, her guilt and dead family, that even though the plane had landed with her yesterday, she still felt euphoric. An almost 21 years old Ruby, stepping out of the house and facing the world on her own.
What most would call, the American dream.
She called bullshit on that one. She didnt fly (or get sent) here to follow some idiotic path of a pre-teen, but to follow her dear father's orders in Chicago, where he yet had no agents. The Isaeli mafia was where you least expected it, apparently. And with jet lag killing most of yesterday's eagerness, Ruby had twice the will today to just rebel against her abba and do whatever the fuck she wanted. At least for a day.

The first thought that crossed her mind, was to go out and kill someone, or maybe go on a pocketing spree. But really, that's not how you feel welcomed. Well, not in here anyway. So then the second option came, involving lots of alcohol and a possible one night stand. If the guy was lucky.

After wandering around the new streets for like 10 minutes, Ruby stumbled upon a restaurant kind of place, and thought it was worth a shot at trying out some drinks. She just wanted to forget about the past days, was it too much to ask? Of course not. The blonde walked in shily, watching as there was only a man managing some sort of guest or reservation book, at a small table, and then a black, long curtain behind him. What was this place, again? She didnt just walk in a strip club, did she? No, there was no music and no men pointing guns around. Or maybe that was just Tel Aviv.

"Shalom." She managed to greet the man, with her thick accent. She didnt get the chance to form another word though, that the guy raised his head and smiled at her, stepping to the side and extending his arm, offering his hand. "After me, miss." He waited for Ruby to grab his hand, and she curiously (yet cautiously) did so, before he lead her behind the dark curtain. The room there was pitch black, you couldnt see shit even if it was glued to your retina. Ruby's eyes widened, trying to get used to the complete darkness, but failing as there was no source of light. The man lead her to a random table, and told her to "enjoy the blind date" (which kind of unsettled Red, for some reason) before leaving her there, with a stranger.

Wait, what?? She had no idea where she came through, how would Blackwood get out of here? What if this was some ambush? She needed to go out now. She was out of her comfort zone, and disliked it. But still, her stubborn nature got the best of the blonde once again. Her hands got placed on the table, legs crossing underneath it and she looked ahead at even more darkness, feeling weird as hell right now. But there was someone else at the table, she could hear their breathing. "Um..hi." Jeez, that was lame. Any chance she could get out of there now? Not like anyone would see her sneaking anyway.

[attr="class","mswtas"]

[attr="class","iii"]You break his smile
I break your neck
I must confess that
I don't feel like a monster

[attr="class","naen"]The sight of blood, the way a disproportioned reflection of the woman's frame could be seen in the pools of a beautiful crimson, she hadnt felt this in a long time now. The actual pleasure in ruining a human being's life by cutting their bridges to the nearest future of living, by leaving them incomplete on the cold floor, staring at the mess she and Jacob alike, made. It was gorgeous. Black was not the sexiest color, red was. Her stained hands on the wooden handle of the axe, then on the slippery chains between her fingers, and finally on the smooth duct tape that was sure intended to keep the French up.. She missed this. Not, having a significant person to her in danger, but murdering, being cruel in her tortures. Ruby's moves had never been swifter, she was in her element and she truly adored it. But her fingers started to twitch as the silence fell over the three, only a minor sound of a liquid running out of its body could be heard from each of the corpses. She had no idea that, if Pierce didnt have her back, she would have said goodbye to her life tonight too. It was funny, that made two, or actually three times Jacob had protected her. And she never returned the favour. What was wrong with her? Max too saved her life, and she couldnt remember doing anything to save any of the two from a dangerous situation. Did she...not care? It was impossible, she wouldnt be here right now. It looked more like she somehow ended turning the danger towards her, rather than Max or Jacob, in most of the cases. The aquarium, she planned to push Max over the railing herself, but karma was a bitch. The meeting with the Bianchi Godfather...Shaun really wanted to hurt Max. He got beaten up, and she took a bullet because she hoped that would just have Shaun redirect his anger, and leave Max and Jacob out of it. But then...Jacob played hero.

And now it was time they were both Madden's twisted, sick heroes. But those are the best, right? As the two hurried towards Max, taking in the full sight of a friend now playing chess with Death itself, Ruby's frown slowly disappeared, as there were no more enemies around. Red used the nearest blade to cut off the material having Max's wrists bound, and tossed it away, the metalic sound echoing through the room. Pierce held the cop carefully, she could see that, and she was grateful he did so. She didnt believed she would be able to carry Max, let alone do that herself, and as the mercenary started moving, the blonde looked around quickly, spotting where she had left the gun from the French's stash. But then, her heart skipped a beat, at the sound of her French man's voice, barely coming through his lips. "Shh, it's fine, Max. You'll be home in no time." Congrats Blackwood for winning the lie of the night award. Max needed medical care, professional one and fast. There would be no way in hell they just drove Max back to his apartment and dumped him on his bed, say goodnight then leave. Her voice was soft, fearing she might startle the man if the two just used normal tonalities, or started screaming now. Plus, the silence was aiding them.. And for a moment, Red felt like she was trying to calm down a scared child, to reasurre him that he was safe again, that it was nothing more than a nightmare what he had experienced. She ran her fingers into Madden's hair once, to move it out of his face and also give the two a better good at how he was, if he opened his eyes or if he mouthed something else. He looked more than wrecked, blood was dripping from his barely patched hind, his back and his feet were just plain red. Stained by his nobility, by their friendship. By the fact that he refused to rat out his best friends in order to keep his life. Was their bond really that destructive? Ruby would have done the same though, sat silent while watching Death wave at her, and her attackers get frustrated. Maybe she would have made it fun for herself too, begin throwing suicidal comments at them, provoke the fuckers. Not like she cared about herself anyway, her main focus was Enigma, Max and Jacob. No more, no less.

Ruby ran to grab back the weapons that had to be returned, and let them hang from her shoulder with the black material bands. She then tried to help Jacob sustain Max better, only if he'd allow her or maybe give one or two instructions on where to touch and where not to. "Where do we drive him, Jacob? I dont have what it takes to put him back on his feet, in my first aid kit." Ruby mentally ran through a list of drugs and medications, pills and substances that could possibly help Max. She had a bigger stash of substnces at the warehouse than at her home; morphine, clean syringes, vein tubes and needles, IV bags, they were all in that room no one was allowed to enter in, her ex bedroom got turned into some freak deposit by the blonde herself. But you never know when you need something besides poison. So right now, the best and the nearest option for Max was the hospital.

They should get out of the slaughterhouse, one way or another, with the two criminals dragging their French out of this madness, towards the car in this cold night. And if Jacob wanted to drive, he was welcome to do so, but if he would rather stay in the back and keep an eye on Max, Ruby will have to slam her foot onto the acceleration pedal again. Damn the choice to get a car with an actual roof was good. They would die on this cold if it was the broken, red and roofless car, and poor Max would get a cold on top of a coma too. Ruby would throws the empty guns at the passenger's seat's "feet" , and brush her hand against her eye while getting the car started. Half of her face was patterned of blood, but it didnt seem to get noticed by the woman herself. "How is he? How are you?" She shot Jacob a concerned glare through the rearview mirror, the car eating the street like a roadrunner.

Her sin: she couldnt stop caring. Loving them both unconditionally and without expecting anything in return, or caring if they liked it or not.

[attr="class","mswtas"]