~Zre~

The echo of her bare feet against the cool shingles rang in the ears of the runner.  She bolted across the roof tops, making quick and agile movements as her breath escaped her in short gasps.  She came to the edge of the building and felt her toes cling to the edge of the stone as she lunged, twisting her body as she plumeted to the earth at an unknown amount of speed.  At the last moment, she pulled up, curling and landing gracefully on the limb of a high oak.  Her faire locks fell loosely around her shoulders, as she turned abruptly and clambered down the bark of the ancient tree, landing gracefully on both feet.  Her gaze transfixed on the shadows of night, as she shot through the darkened wood, manuevering under fallen branches and over dence stones.  Her racing was silent, like a phantom in the mist.  She exploded through the underbrush, coming to a halt on the banks of a shimering pond.  She inhaled deeply, feeling her heart return to normal rate.  She felt her concealed weapon click against her skin.  She pulled up her skirts, and strolled into the soothing water, allowing the cool flow to trickle past her revealed flesh.  The chilling memories of her past echoed in her mind.  No where to go.  No one to meet.  She pushed the thoughts from her mind as she stood in the silence, listening to the stream trickle by.  Her name didnt exist.  She didnt exist.  She was a cold blooded killer.  She was Zre.  And she was the Grim.

-Jason-

Jason drained a shot that was positioned in his right hand.  The lights from the dark club flashed uncontrollably, enlighting the room with racing lights.  Music exploded about his eardrums as the unfortunate events from the day echoed about his mind.  His back leaned against the far wall, his legs crossed as he stood and surveyed the scene. He felt his eyes drift shut as he eyed the floor.  Not making direct contact with anyone.  He slid the empty glas.s down the bar table towards the awaiting waitress, who batted her eyelashes and winked, making an attempt to lure him in.  he held his expressionless face as he reopened his eyes as he felt two hands clinging to his arm.  He turned his head to see a quite inappropriate dressed woman... her clothes to tight for her body, and quite short.  She clung to his well built bicep and traced his cheek with one of her palms.  "Hello there." she whispered, leaning in close so that their bodies met.  Jason delivered a wicked smile, and traced the girl's upper thigh with his fingertips, his lips brushing her neck and making their way up to her lips.

-Vel-

Climbing down from the roof, Vel felt emotionless. She didn't feel like letting herself cry, scream, anything. She kept walking, out the door, outside. She was still wearing her day clothes, a loose, black hoodie with a short, black mini. she was barefoot, and just kept walking. Underneath the darkened sky, her face blank, she headed to a tree. She climbed up it, and sat on a branch, watching everything. Hardly anyone was out, which made sense, considering it was night. She hoped nobody would notice her, knowing they'd say something.

((Short post. ;c Thinking about what to do with Zee))

~Zre~

"You worthless thing!" The pain of her palm against my cheek made tears flow from my young eyes. I felt the warm eye water fall from my face and onto my torn and worn out shirt.  Blood dyed the stitches as I collapsed to the ground in silent sobs.  The door slammed shut, the shadow engulfing me in a sea of black.  My breath escaped me in low gasps, as my heart quickened in my chest...not in fear...not in self pity...but in hatred...and fury.  I clenched my fists until the whites of my knuckles shined in the darkness, my eyes reopening and looking up from the worn out wood that made up the floor of my prison.  My stance grew menacing as I flew from my knees to my sturdy and quick feet.  My light locks swayed as I moved as I crept to the door, throwing it open with a loud bang.  I stalked through the hallways and decended the staircase...finding her sitting in my father's lounger, the hearth enlighting the room with a dim glow.  The flames gave my face a light orange hue that flickered as the embers cracked.  I stood there for several moments, just staring at her, her back towards me.  Finally I spoke in a tone that held all the anger and menacing thoughts that burrowed through my mind, "You have no right." I hissed between clenched teeth.  Her head moved as she whipped around...  "W-What did you say, you worthless, ugly, pig headed girl?!" her fury was shown in her words.  "I have every right to you." she continued.  I released a dangerous and humorless snicker...and I watched her flinch at my tone.  "No.  I saw it all." at those words she lunged for me.  And in that split second, I tore my concealed weapon from my skirts and thrust it into her center...I heard her gasp, as a wicked smile reached my lips as her blood seeped into the light blue rug.  I yanked the blade from her flesh, only to stab once more, in a new section of skin.  At this, she fell to the ground, gagging on her own siliva and blood...a deep pool of crimson formed around her limping body...maroon dying the rugs and her garments.  I raised the blade once more, crushing it down to her chest until I heard the bones shatter, I twisted it, hearing the bones creak and fragments form.  I pulled the blade from her and looked at her failing limbs and her deadening eyes, "I dont fear you.  You should fear ME." I managed to growl before I slid the knife across her throat, silencing 'mommy' forever...  I clenched the handle in my palm, before throwing it to the hearth, watching the flames take the offering, and burn the evidence I might have left.  I looked at her eyes, glazed over in death...I didnt hold regret. A dark gleam held my eyes. And I was gone.  Never to be seen again.

The recalling of that night caused Zre to snicker humorlessly.  She remembered as if it happened an hour ago...instead of three long years.  Everything seemed to fall into place.  She was legally dead.  The police wouldnt find her.  They couldnt pin the act on her.  She saw the news from a billboard..."Silviana Elizabeth Leigh... KIDNAPPED and legally DEAD, no BODY found." the sight made her smile, they gave up their search for her.  But that didnt matter.  She was alone, and felt no love.

((jason is coming))