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 Urban / Modern Fantasy Kill Our Way To Heaven [Wren x Echo]

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  1. Wren

    Wren Her Royal Majesty - The Feather Queen Member

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    Entry #112 - June 25, 2017

    I had always wondered what it felt like to be completely oblivious to someone; to feel like you know them and yet, they have no idea that you even exist. I don't make it a point to be in the limelight, so I suppose I've been through it plenty of times before now, but there's something about him that makes this time different. He stood in front of us with the face of a savior - strong, brave, heroic - and we were there, in the mass of people that he was trying to save from the unspeakable hell that we'd found ourselves in. My mind should have been clouded by what he told us. It should have been broken by the information that was provided to us about the underground world that we had no idea existed until today. It should've been shattered when they wiped all of that from our minds and left us to go about our day to day routine.

    But it didn't.

    The image of him is burned into my mind. I don't know what his name is, but I'm going to find out. Something has changed, today. Something is different. I am not the same person that I was, and this man, whoever he is, will be the only way that I'll be able to figure this whole thing out. What did they want with us? What were they looking for? Who were they expecting to find? Those are all of the questions that I have tonight as I write this entry. I'm hoping to have more information soon, but until then, I'd best lay low and act like nothing happened. After all, I'm the only one that remembers.

    - C


    Three months later....

    Charlotte Greene walked down the epicenter of Chicago. The high rise buildings covered the stars in the sky, but the lights from the streetlamps made it easy to navigate. There were people that walked down the streets, couples cuddled into embraces that looked warm and comfortable, strangers lowering their eyes so they didn't make contact with others as they passed one another. Everything was normal on the outside. Everything seemed calm, collected, and just another fall night in the Midwestern city.

    Charlotte knew better, and she huddled into her leather jacket to keep the cool chill from hitting her bones. Winter was going to be upon them before too long, and that would mean snow and that life would slow down a bit. But Fall had more activity than many people gave it credit for, and that was exactly why Charlotte found herself wandering down the streets toward Navy Pier, at an hour much later than normal.

    "Hey sweetheart," A rough voice came from the side of a building as she passed by on the opposite side of the street. "You out here all alone?" She continued walking, huddling in deeper into her jacket if that were even possible. She wasn't out here for men like him. She was out here for something more sinister; something that would give her answers that would explain what had happened to her three months ago.

    "Come on now, don't be like that, baby. Why don't you just come on over here and I'll keep you warm?" He started to move and Charlotte picked up her pace, walking faster to reach her destination or at least put herself into a safer spot than the one she was currently in. The man followed, however, and eventually, Charlotte found herself running, chest heaving as she prayed for a miracle to get her out of this. She dove around the edge of a nearby building, dug through her purse, and found a can of pepper spray that her mother had always insisted that she bring with her. Charlotte held the little can of safety next to her chest, closing her eyes to calm her racing heart as she waited impatiently to see if the man would follow her to her hiding spot.

    It wasn't long before she heard his heavy footsteps slowing and coming to an almost stop near where she was hidden. His words called out to her, reaching her in a way that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on it's ends. "Don't play so hard to get, Sweetheart. I'll make sure you get home in one piece." There was a dark laugh that didn't sound normal to her, something more sinister than the sinister she'd seen in movies. She felt frozen, unable to think, much less act for a few long seconds.

    But Charlotte hadn't survived what had happened three months ago to be taken advantage of like this. She had to get to the meeting point. She had to get more information on the man that had saved her life and the individual that was responsible for whatever the Hell she was now. This wasn't a game of vampires and werewolves. There were more layers to it, more layers that apparently applied to Charlotte. The thought of her new life made the scars in her right forearm throb. They had been her saving grace. They had been the very thing that had kept her from being a sheep like the rest of them.

    "One...." She muttered to herself, readying the mace in her fingers so that she could leap out and surprise her possible assailant. "Two...." Another deep breath and her hands started to shake. There was a burst of adrenaline as she shouted "Three!" and leaped from around the building, mace in position to spray directly at the creepy man. Charlotte stopped short, though, looking at the scene before her. Instead of the man that had called her 'sweetheart', he stood there, hands on his hips and a look that burned her straight through to the core.

    Backing up into the building behind her, her mace never lowered and his gaze never left her. This was not what she had planned. This was not how she wanted to meet him - out here in the night, no one there to hear her scream if he decided that she was more of a liability to him than anything. Charlotte swallowed hard and straightened her back, desperate to put on that strong facade that she had almost perfected in the three months following the changing of her life. A quick clearing of her throat, and she spoke - her voice firm and solid, thankfully, in the uncertain air of this unexpected encounter. "What are you?"
     
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    It had grown cold… very cold.

    It wasn’t only the cool night air Asura was noting then; it was the world around him. People, he had found, were very cold creatures. So much so that it pulled the question into his mind as to whether he wasted his time by being here. The question didn’t linger long, however, being pushed into the far reaches and dark corners of the back of his mind. Time was not wasted, not here, and not now. If he were to decide to walk away yesterday, or even tomorrow, this cold world was bound to suffer the consequences. He wasn’t one to let himself live with a forsaken responsibility like that.

    Despite his best efforts, an ounce of frustration lingered, causing a gradual swelling in his chest that broke his concentration on what he was doing. He almost missed it when he saw her walking out onto the street, heading toward the-gods-know-where. Why was this one acting so strange? He had a hunch she might just be different than the others, which was why he’d been following her in the first place.

    In total silence, his body moved along the shadows to trace after her. Asura’s brow furrowed while he observed her purposeful gait. Why was she out so late? Where was she trying to get to, and why? Something told him trouble was about to make itself known, if it hadn’t done so somehow already.

    Come on now, don’t be like that baby.

    Cold. He sighed softly to himself. Yes, the world was quite cold. Before he’d made an entire decision, Asura’s feet were now carrying him behind the advancing male. He could sense the girl’s fear, like smoke wafting from a flame. It sent adrenaline coursing through Asura’s veins for more than one reason. The next movements he made were instinctual more than anything, catching the man by the back of his collar and slamming him back against the wall. The girl was too preoccupied with getting away to look back, which served him nicely. He turned his full attention, for a brief moment, to the bag of sleaze struggling against his grip and snarling obscenities at him.

    Part of him wanted to kill the man, simply because the world would do better without him. But he reminded himself at least vaguely that introductions were about to be in order. It wasn’t going to make a good impression on the frightened little doe if he took a life right there. Bearing this in mind, his hand turned into a fist and made solid contact with the man’s head. The force was enough he thought he might have heard bone cracking, but then that might have been his own hand, rather than the guy’s skull.

    The frustration died down, but only for a second.

    One…” He heard her heavy breaths while she began to count, likely trying to gather courage. Asura sighed again to himself and slowly approached the corner of the building where she hid. “Two…” Undoubtedly, she was planning some sort of attack on the individual that had threatened her. He had to give her credit for trying to fight, at least. His hands rested on his hips as he waited for her to finish her count; it wasn’t worth startling her more than necessary to interrupt. “Three!

    There she was, brown hair swirling around her with the force of her sudden turn. Those vibrant eyes were full of fear, much like the first night he’d seen her, but that fear turned partially into confusion when she saw that it wasn’t her attacker standing there. It felt like a lifetime between the time she saw him and the moment her back made contact with the building behind her. In really, it was a mere second. Her fear was understandable, yet he couldn’t help but feel even more frustrated when she asked that question.

    What am I?” He repeated, frowning at her and debating how to approach things. He settled on forgetting boundaries and cutting to the chase. In one swift motion, he snatched the can of pepper spray from her hand and held it behind his back; he might not have been an ordinary man, but damn that stuff could hurt. “What am I…” He mused, looking down to the pavement at their feet. Maybe that wasn’t a bad question. It showed she wasn’t as dumb and oblivious as the rest of the sheep. What he wanted to know was how she remembered anything. She seemed to recognize him, he could see it in her eyes.

    I don’t think you need to know,” He said calmly, decidedly, trying to recompose himself after everything that happened. Adrenaline had his fingers trembling, which wasn’t like him. Something about this girl just… resonated. He couldn’t quite pin down what it was. “What is important is why the hell you’re wandering alone at night like this. I thought you were a smart girl-- smarter than the rest of them.” His voice dripped with disappointment, but at least for the moment the annoyance had abated. “Go home. Now.
     
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  3. Wren

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    There was a soft squeak that escaped her as the can of pepper spray yanked from her grasp. He stood close to her, not her previous assailant, and he was close enough that she could see the very same color in his eyes that she saw in her own every single time she looked in the mirror. Who was he? What was he? And why had he followed her tonight, of all nights? Charlotte was lost in thought as he repeated her question, once, twice, and then.....

    I don't think you need to know.

    His reply sounded swift and sharp in her ears, almost a final, resolute statement that gave her no room for rebuttal. But Charlotte knew better. She said as much to him too.

    "You don't think I need to know?" Charlotte laughed, more nervous than entertained. "Who are you? God?" There was something about her questions that made her hesitate, but the alarm that settled in the back of her mind went ignored mostly. She believed in the modern supernatural - witches, werewolves, vampires, and all that jazz - after what happened to her several month ago, but taking things up a notch? To include demons and angels and the fallen? That was a stretch. It was impossible.

    But what if they are really really real, Charlotte? The thought roared to life inside of her head, and Charlotte flinched slightly outward toward him. She caught herself as she stumbled forward, muttering a soft curse as she did so.

    "Clumsy. No wonder you're an easy target, Char." Her eyes were on her feet, but she quickly glanced up at him once she was firmly planted on her two feet again. "I think I can decide what I need and what I don't need, thank you. You can chose whether or not to answer, that's your prerogative. It'll make your life easier though," Charlotte lifted her head high proudly, her blue eyes locking with his again. "I've been told I'm rather persistent."

    Tiptoeing toward the street, Charlotte made a move to escape from the confines of Hell - the area between the wall and his disappointment. There was something about the way that he spoke to her that made her cringe - the tone of his voice made her want to do more to change his opinion of her. She was not like the rest. She was not a sheep.

    "I'm wandering alone at night because of you, if you must know." She stated matter of factly, turning her back toward the side walk. She walked backwards a few steps, tossing her hands up in the air as she tried to explain. "I am smarter than the rest of them, hence why I'm here and not at home. I'm the only one that remembers you, but I'm not the only one that knows you exist. You cover your tracks really, really well, don't you? Did you know that it has taken me three months to even get a lead on you?"

    Charlotte laughed nervously again before continuing. "Now you're here, in front of me, and you won't tell me what you are? Do you even have a name or do they not give you one? Is that not part of your 'culture' or whatever the hell you'd call it? Or, even better," She raised a finger and pointed it at him quickly. "Maybe you'll decide that I don't need to know that either. Huh. You've just...you've just got it all figured out."

    The wind rustled and blew her hair in front of her, the long brunette waves impairing her eye sight slightly for a few moments. "You're not the boss of me, GI Joe. I'm going to Navy Pier and getting some answers, unless you want to make things easier on me, and provide them yourself. Count yourself lucky that I've not gone to the authorities about what happened three months ago. I know you know I was there. Why else would you be here now?"

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    It was almost pitiful, the way she cowered away from him at first. As though he were a source of harm no different than the man back there. No... She looked at him differently. Not like a monster, but like something stronger. Something worse. When her bright blues met his again, it forced him to look away. In the wake of her threats to continue on her agenda that night, he felt fire beginning to burn up at his core. Of course, why did he even expect her to listen? Foolish girl....

    "Asura," at first, he thought of it as making a ploy to get her cooperation; a small piece of information in exchange for obedience. He realized before he spoke again that this was not his true motivation. It was something deeper that had struck him.... Do you even have a name or do they not give you one? This was what really started the fire burning within him. It threw all caution to the wind, even if only for a fleeting moment. "My mother gave me a name." Now the words came out hoarse. He swore softly, his hands clenching to fists. One hand gave a painful reminder of that cracking sound he heard earlier.

    So it was his hand.

    He always did close his hand too much for punches. He could just imagine an old friend shaking their head at him. Such a clutz. Almost as bad as a human. By now he'd been standing there silently for several seconds, in his own little world. He barely caught her last question, but he turned his head to fix her with a gaze less stern than before, yet cold nevertheless. "I'm here because I'd be breaking a rule if I wasn't."

    No, she was not going to make things easy for him, and he was not composed enough to dance around this situation like he'd seen done before. The only clear path was to give the girl what she wanted, even if it admitted defeat. She wanted answers, and wasn't going to stop searching until she found them. Swallowing some pride for one night would have to do. You'll never meet your match until you meet a human who can press your buttons like a control board. They might all seem alike at first glance, but mark my words, when you see one with fire in their eyes, you'll never be able to see them the same after that.

    She was not a sheep.

    "If you want answers, go home. Go back to normal life. Show me that you can be trusted. Show me that you have patience. Show me you're dedicated to knowing the entire truth, and not just what you can piece together from strangers." Maybe he hoped she would forget about everything before he had to tell her, even if it was just wishfull thinking. But he knew better. He knew he couldn't put a band-aid on this and make it go away. She wanted answers, and by golly she was going to have them if it was the last thing she did. So infuriating...

    "Luckily for me, the authorities wouldn't believe you," his tone had lost its annoyance suddenly, replaced with calm and confidence. "Not here, anyway. Not the authorities you know." He stood on the fence about whether to tell her more, or not. He wanted control over the matter, primarily, so it was a matter of figuring out how to effectively meet this goal. "Like I said, go home if you want real answers. You're not going to be able to piece them together otherwise. You might learn more about the dark underworld that's been so delicately hidden from you your entire life, but I doubt your 'lead' will be able to tell you much more about me, specifically, than I just did."

    He habitually went to push his hands into his pockets, being reminded of two things in the process. First was that his hand was most certainly hurt and second was that he was still clutching the can of pepper spray, having forgotten about it. "Here, if you're going to piere still, I'm not going to keep being your little protector. It's your own damn fault if you get yourself killed. I, on the other hand, am exhausted. Goodnight." He pushed the can into her hands as he walked past her and headed the way they had came. The man's body wasn't there where he left it, which he assumed was a good sign he'd scared him off without killing him.
     
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  5. Wren

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    Asura.

    Out of all the names for all the men in the entire Universe, and this was his. It was burned into her mind immediate; it was something that she wouldn't ever forget.

    Asura.

    It was oddly fitting. It reminded her of the word 'azure', an adequate description of his bright cerulean depths. She could get lost in them, if she wasn't careful. Charlotte wondered if that was the intent - if perhaps he had been designed by the higher powers at hand to be a form of her own kryptonite. Shaking herself to awareness slightly, she continued their dancing game. He wanted her home. She wanted her answers. If either of them had any chance to getting anywhere with one another, someone had to give.

    It sure as hell wasn't going to be her, though.

    "Go home? You want me to go home?!" Disbelief thickened her voice to a sarcastically sultry sound, and she laughed a little. "Put my head down, right? Go to work like nothing's different? Join my 'friends' at parties and mingle with the other singles in the world to try to develop meaningful relationships with others? Is that what you want me to do? Not think about it?" Charlotte bit her lip hard to stop the instant quivering that those statements activated, but those feelings, emotions, thoughts, and sensations that had forced her to short circuit so many times before rushed up at her like a tidal wave.

    "You don't get to tell me to do anything!" This time, Charlotte practically shouted at him, and her voice echoed off the buildings in the darkened alley. In the next instant, her mace was back in her hands and Asura was walking away from her. She tucked the canister into a safe spot before she followed him to the sidewalk, watching him as he continued down a few paces. She wasn't finished with him yet. Charlotte always got the last word.

    "That's it? You're just going to walk away from me like a coward?" Once more, her lip trembled, but not out of fear. Blood pumped through her veins and her face felt too hot to be normal. "Do you turn your back on everyone? Is that what it is?" Charlotte pulled her hair out of her face after the wind blew it forward around her again. She clenched her teeth too, letting her teased lip free for just a minute while she gathered her thoughts. "You followed me. I didn't follow you. Why? Why would you follow me, save me from an assailant, and then pat me on my head with well wishes and a quick 'go home, it's not safe'? What is your agenda?"

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    Somehow, this woman, in all her fury and despite how oblivious she was... Somehow she pushed his buttons like no one he'd encountered before. Asura stopped mid-step to spin and face her again. Pain burned in his eyes brighter than the disappointment that lingered there before. "Turn..." He shook his head. She was going to get more information out of him than he ever wanted her to know, if he wasn't careful. I don't turn my back... He thought bitterly. Yet she called him out on it, and he knew it. "I'm not a coward." The statement came out in an utterly pittiful voice, one he would probably never get out of his own head from that point forward.

    In a few steady strides, he was beside her again, and now closer than before, he towered over her. His face tried to remain a mask, but his body was tense and his eyes wavered. Any attempt at intimidation was lost in the fact his own confidence was wavering much thanks to her. Was he a coward? Did he really run away from everything? "I don't think I've met anyone so... Infuriating." He growled, before sighing and forcing his own body to relax. "You want to be stubborn? Here's my compromise; five questions, five answers. I walk you home first. If you're not satisfied with the answers I give you, by all means, look elsewhere for them. I'm against using force to stop you."

    Was he? Yes, he was strongly against it, considering one of his biggest fears involved hurting someone he never meant to. It was that temper of his, which only grew worse with each event that transpired. While he thought about this, he realized he needed her to cooperate more than he needed to keep most secrets. A sacrifice was necessary, even if it was sacrificing his pride and privacy. What I want to know is how she remembers me. She should have forgotten everything that transpired, yet here she is... It makes no sense.

    Returning from his contemplation, he held his uninjured hand out to her, the other kept safely at his side. "Well? You've already gotten a name, and you know my intent, at least to an extent. Will you take my offer or not?" A painful twist in his gut threatened that she was going refuse his offer. From the determination shown across her face, it was apparent she wouldn't stop until she had every answer she sought, and then some. He wasn't sure how to deal with someone like that. He'd never seen anyone so driven. "Please...."
     
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    Five questions, five answers. That was all she was going to get. At first, Charlotte didn’t care how pained of an expression Asura fronted. He wasn’t the one who’d had to suffer for three months like she had, completely shut out in the dark, confused and scared of everything in the world around her because she just didn’t understand. But a compromise was just that - a compromise, and who was she to turn down five questions from the very source that she’d wanted to find. Besides, he’d not completely ruled out the idea of her going and seeking information elsewhere. That was still an option if she thought his answers were not sufficient. It seemed like the perfect deal on the outside. But was it the perfect deal on the inside?

    There was still that sneaking suspicion in the back of her mind that screamed that this wasn’t it. It wasn’t the only reason he wanted her home safe. Why had he followed her? Why had he not answered her questions? His statement implied that she somewhat knew what he was after, but Charlotte, in reality, had no idea what his intentions were. He wanted her safe, but why? As she looked up at his face and heard him mutter the word ‘please’, her mind went silent and she hesitated, those thoughts of ‘why’ completely disappearing. Charlotte couldn’t back away from him, nor could she turn on her heel and run in the opposite direction. The only thing that she could do, as she stared at him with wide eyes, was reach out to grab his hands with one of her own. The minute her skin made contact with his, she inhaled sharply at the sensation and looked at their clasped hands in wonder.

    ”What are you?” Charlotte asked again, taking a step closer to Asura. ”You’ve never met someone so infuriating, and yet, I have to break that illusion.” She bit into her bottom lip, once more keeping it from trembling, but not out of fear. It was hard for her to find an outlet for all of the adrenaline feeding through her body, and that nervous little habit was the only way she thought she could manage. ”I’m just a shy girl. Never given a second look, oblivious to everyone, hardly infuriating. I just want to know why, for once in my life, I wasn’t picked last.”

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    Asura gave a slight shrug at her words. They started their walk home, and he sighed softly as he tried to put together answers for her. "What I am is complicated. All of this is complicated. And from the sound of it, I'm going to be spending most of tonight explaining things. Unless you would like to let me off the hook with one-word answers?" He glanced at her with a joking hopefulness that was meant to lighten the mood, even if only a little. "I hope you have coffee." He picked up the pace a little but tried to make sure she could keep up. He wasn't going to make her walk the whole way there without at least beginning to answer.

    "Technically, I'm half-human. The other half… I don't know the real name to it. Humans have nicknames for them; demons, guardian angels, aliens… but I don't have an accurate answer for you." He glanced at her face to read her reaction. Mainly, he was concerned that she might be annoyed. After all, he was doing his best not to give excessively vague answers. He knew there was no point dodging her questions if she would only turn around to go asking them somewhere else. "You could get any one of those answers and more from whatever source you have. That's one question," he added the last part pointedly as they finally reached her home.

    By now, his hand was throbbing. He wanted to get some ice on it, as well as to sit down and have a moment to calm down. Being out in the open like this, with the potential of danger lurking around every corner, made it difficult for him to relax like he desperately needed to. His body wasn't going to heal as long as his stress levels remained too high. Having the girl safe at the expense of five questions was far less stressful than having her wandering around in search of someone else to answer those questions.

    "I don't know why you specifically are involved in any of this," He murmured as he let her hand drop away from his own. "I'd imagine it might be specifically because you're ordinary. That might be why you remember all of this as well. Where others would forget, your mind might just cling to the one difference too strongly." He paused, "If I tried harder, I could probably make you forget everything, this time."

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    Asura answered her question, although as vaguely as he possibly could, and under normal circumstances, Charlotte would have demanded a better explanation. She let this time slide though, and decided that she would do her best to find another time to pressure him for more information about what he actually was. Alien, guardian angel, demon - none of them fit what she was looking for, but perhaps, some type of angel/demon creature was more inline with what she had him as in her mind. It still didn't fit perfectly, but then again, what actually did fit perfectly in a world as imperfect such as this one?

    "Was your mother human?" Charlotte knew it would count as a question against her, but she didn't care. Now that she had some idea as to what he was, she wanted to know who he was. Although, initially, the thought as to what questions she wanted to ask did not relate directly to his heritage. Instead, she wanted to know what his actual purpose was following her since he seemed to really skirt around that question, but Charlotte didn't touch that question again. At least, she wouldn't until they were closer to her home and she could properly converse with him one on one without ears listening in.

    She fell silent for a moment as she fell in step beside him, pondering what her questions would be before she paused, stopped walking, and frowned at him as he walked passed her. "Wait just a minute!" Charlotte stated, raising a finger and narrowing her eyes in his direction. "Technically, that question doesn't count because you said that the five would be answered after you walked me home. Seeing as we still have about a 30 minute journey, that was a freebie and you know it."

    She shoved her hands into the pocket of her leather jacket and stomped back up to him, this time moving closer and poking him in the chest with the very finger she'd pointed at him with earlier. Charlotte's head tilted up to look at Asura, blue eyes searching his as she asked him yet another question. "You say that if you tried harder you could probably make me forget," She lowered her voice a notch, her mouth going slightly dry as she asked, "But would you want me to?" Once again, her teeth found the soft skin of her lip and Charlotte breathed deeply before backing away from him.

    "Come on, Blue Eyes." Once again, Charlotte shoved her hands into her pockets. "My apartment is just up the way." And she lead the way back to her apartment, keeping the conversation as easy as she possibly could until they were in the privacy of her place. Her apartment building was quiet and clean, nothing that screamed rough and tumble neighborhood like a lot of the places within the city got a reputation for. Then again, she was closer to the suburbs than she was to the actual city itself, which is why late night transportation was entirely limited and they didn't have many options aside from a cab, by foot, or the "L".

    "This is me." She muttered, nodding toward the door as she used her keys to unlock the plain white door with a peep hole in the middle. "Apartment 302. Excuse the mess."

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    To the mention of his mother, Asura's entire body tensed. He refrained from showing too much how it bothered him, but he became distracted by Charlotte's declaration that his first answer didn't count. Asura didn't bother to argue with her, but he also took it as an excuse not to answer her second question just yet. As a matter of a fact, he didn't open his mouth again until they stood at her door, apartment 302. "Fine," He told her, gesturing to the door. "If you want to play it this way, I expect every answer I provide from this point forward to count toward the five we've agreed upon. You get that last one for free, but because that's fair, not because of some loophole."

    With that, he didn't dare utter a word until they were inside. He didn't care to make himself comfortable, but instead stood awkwardly in the center of the room where they entered. His eyes scanned the apartment only briefly, as though ensuring that no one uninvited was there. He didn't particularly expect anyone to be there, waiting for them, but he was paranoid nonetheless. Apparently, he'd been making a lot of wrong assumptions lately, like thinking that Charlotte would forget everything and move on with her life.

    Now that they were alone and not out in the open, he felt a lot more comfortable about speaking more openly. There were things he didn't favor having strangers overhear, even if those strangers were late-night drunks and the like. There always was the chance that someone more important overhearing… or someone more dangerous. He shook his head and looked at Charlotte, who had decidedly given him a nickname regarding the eerie blue eyes he had. He scoffed and looked away.

    "Another free answer," He decided out loud, his arms crossing, "No, I wouldn't want to make you forget." Although he was honest, he had other motivations for telling her this fact. He wanted her to waste her questions, or at least some of them. He wanted to give her a sense of obligation, that he went out of his way to tell her something, which would make her feel like she should relent, even if only temporarily. He didn't think there would be a permanent solution to the problem that was Charlotte, but he hoped, at least, to buy himself some time. Somehow.

    "Before we get into the details, can I ask you something?" He waved his hand almost dismissively. Asking that alone was already asking a question. If she didn't want to answer him, so be it, but he at least had to ask. "I want to know what you remember. What exactly would you say happened three months ago? The more you can tell me, the better I can understand. It might help me to be able to explain more clearly what has been going on."

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    As much as Asura wanted Charlotte to waste her questions, she was going to do her damnedest to ensure that she wasted them in a good way. As soon as he entered her apartment, Charlotte closed the door behind him and locked it shut. It had been a long time since she'd had a man in her apartment. Well, sort of. Her ex-boyfriend had lived with her until about a month ago, telling her that she had changed and wasn't the same person she had been three months ago. That was the truth, and she didn't stop him from leaving. If he couldn't handle who she was now, he couldn't handle who she was ever. That didn't mean that she was still used to having someone in her personal space. A month without a "roommate" had turned her into a bit of a hermit. Frantically, she grabbed things off the couch, a bra off the back of the door, and shoved them all into a shoe closet next to the living room. Hopefully, she hadn't embarrassed herself too much already.

    "Uh, would you like a drink?" Charlotte asked, walking quickly toward the fridge so that she could hide her embarrassed face inside of it while she search for drinks. "I don't have much. Water, water, and oh!" She grabbed a bottle of her favorite wine and put it on the counter top next to the sink. "Or a glass of wine. I think I'll have one myself." Alcohol would take the tension out of the air, or so she thought. Around Asura, she felt like she could cut the thickness of it with a knife. He was suffocating. He was too much. He occupied every space of her mind when she got just that close to him, and secretly, she wondered if that had to do with his half-human, half-whatever abilities. She'd ready plenty of stories that spoke of powers and such. What kind did he have?

    His question took her off guard as she poured herself a glass of the white wine. "I don't have any fancy glasses or anything." Charlotte said, ignoring him as she pushed a coffee mug in his direction, followed by the bottle of wine. "So you'll have to make due with what's available." Quickly, Charlotte brought her drink to her lips, inhaling those first sips deeply before she decided to answer his questions with a face of bravery.

    "I don't remember a whole hell of a lot." Charlotte admitted briefly. The most vivid thing about that day had been his eyes, and even then, Charlotte had a hard time believing they were real. "Because if we're being honest here, I did forget. For just a moment." Her cup made a soft 'clank' as she placed it on the counter and leaned forward to rest her elbows on it as well. She cradled her head in her hands and observed Asura for a minute. "I remember people that looked like me and you. I remember that they made people cry without touching them. They even killed a few standing right there in front of us. The first word that came to mind when I looked at them was Demon, and as you've so kindly confirmed, things like that do really exist in the world. Luckily for you, I already knew that. Kind of."

    She'd done her research, pulling up websites that were a little too conspiracy theorist, and meeting with people that had a little too much of a drug use problem. But had she not gone that route, she wouldn't have met up with someone that had a contact for her. Hopefully, said contact wouldn't mind her bailing out on their meeting for Asura. That thought made her a little nervous. Hopefully, she would stay out of trouble because of her boldness.

    "I'm not gonna stand here and tell you that it didn't surprise me. I thought I was going crazy for the longest time." Charlotte sighed and pushed back up to stand. She then proceeded to remove her leather jacket and hung it quickly on a rack beside the door. Walking over to Asura, she started to push the long sleeves of her black shirt up to her elbows. "But I was reminded fairly quickly that this was real. All of it." Charlotte held her arms out for him to look at, deep scarred gashes running across her wrists as if she'd attempted to harm herself. She made it very clear that was not the case. "I don't do that stuff," She said with a shake of her head. "But I saw everyone else forgetting and I didn't want to. I never thought being a secretary would put me into harm's way. That's why I picked that job over...well, over others." Her degree in chemistry was one that she was proud of, but she stayed away from it. That was a part of her past that she didn't want to revisit for a while yet.

    "But to see half of the office succumb to something that seemed to come out of a movie like Star Wars and the other half staring blankly up at a man with bright blue eyes who had a promise that everything would be alright? I ain't forgetting. Not anytime soon. So, how about you take a seat and let's talk?" Charlotte pointed over toward a brown leather couch. She took a seat at the far end, turning herself so that her legs were pointed toward him even as he stood. "If I only have five questions, then consider this the first two - who were those people and what in the hell did they want with us and the people we work for?"

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    "Wine might be nice," Asura answered softly, ignoring the awkwardness she exhibited to having a guest. He couldn't really judge, considering he hadn't had anyone in his place at all. He probably would have been ten times worse if he brought her there, instead of coming to her apartment. In most cases, alcohol was a bad idea, but he felt like he needed it almost as much as she did. Besides, unlike her, he had methods of sobering up almost instantaneously if it became necessary, even if unpleasant. Watching her, he could see the wheels turning in her head and the curiosity posing questions here and there. He had the impression she'd be fascinated to learn more about his non-human half. In truth, he would have liked to learn more himself. After everything he'd been through, he was told he'd only barely scratched the surface. Looking down at his hands, he began to wonder… just what was he truly capable of?

    Was it justified to be afraid? Or was he nowhere near reaching his potential?

    Snapping away from his own personal thoughts, he took the bottle of wine and poured it in the mug, up to the very brim. His movements were deft while he brought the mug to his lips and drank until it was completely empty, save for the faint remnants of wine that clung desperately to the bottom and sides of the mug. Anyone else would have spilled a cup that full, but it was apparent watching Asura that smoothness of motion came as easily as breathing, if not easier. It was something he failed to notice at this point in his life, having grown so used to it. Such little quirks were the very reason he often avoided public interaction, even though he was meant to be able to blend in. There were so many mannerisms that humans had that he didn't, and vice versa.

    He nodded silently as she began to answer his question, taking her explanations and mulling over them carefully. His eyes flickered over her face while she seemed to remember bits and pieces of what happened. The depiction of those monsters… what humans saw of them… it brought a new chill down his spine. He remembered his first time seeing them. They looked so human, yet they were far from it. The more he thought about it, the more sick it made him feel. He set his mug down a little louder than he intended, nearly making himself jump. He didn't look at Charlotte's face to see if she noticed, but tried to continue listening.

    This was when she took off her jacket. The sleeves of her shirt were pushed up to reveal the source of her ability to remember, and for that moment he was dumbfounded. He never imagined anyone would be capable of remembering after what he'd done, and this was especially so with nothing but scars. Humans got scars all the time that they couldn't remember where they came from. How was this different? He judged it might be the severity of the scars combined with the trauma associated with it, but he frowned still, his fingers moving to brush over her mangled arms, but stopping just short. No, touch was not a good idea. Not now.

    Obediently he sat down on one end of the couch, but not before grabbing his mug and filling it halfway with more wine. He made note that he owed her; it was obvious he'd be seeing her again, after all. Finally, the time had come to address those questions. Taking a slow breath, he sipped from his mug and glanced up at the ceiling, noting the texture. Often, he made it a habit to take in random facts of his surroundings. It had never been useful before, but it was something he was taught to do from a young age. Why?

    "Understand that while you've been trying to find out who I am and what went on, I've been trying to figure them out myself. They work for someone, part of a very large and powerful group. I've heard it referred to as an organization before. It's not entirely clear what they're after specifically, but from my understanding, the whole ordeal has to do with a power struggle between two groups." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and staring down into his mug. It was obvious he found it difficult to look at her when he spoke. "Supposedly…" There was clear hesitation in his voice, "Supposedly, they're the same thing as whatever my mother was. She always called them monsters, and implied they were something else, but I'm quite certain they're the same thing, but different. I don't know if that makes sense."

    He was still debating if this was the truth, but then over the past few months, he'd become rather certain. The pieces of the puzzle were being given to him one by one, and he was struggling to put the incomplete puzzle together. "The company you work for, one of its major clients is Salvara Corporation. And Salvara Corp? It's fake. Whatever they claim to be doing, they're not doing at all. I think someone in your office may have caught on to something, or maybe someone was poking around where they shouldn't have. The 'demons' that attacked were ordered to find the rat and dispose of all evidence. And, since they have pull with enough people higher up, the whole ordeal was covered up. Unfortunately, I was forced to help that along. You see, if people find out about them, they find out about a whole lot more. It's not something your society is capable of handling at this point in time."

    He downed the rest of his wine and set the mug aside before looking at her directly. "Does that satisfy you?"

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    Does that satisfy you?

    Charlotte felt her mouth go dry as Asura spoke those words. She was sucked into his blue gaze, and she couldn't bring herself to break it. Did that satisfy her? The answer that resonated inside of her head was a resounding no but the reality of the entire thing made her blush. She didn't want to admit that she hadn't been following the same train of thought - that an entirely different understanding overtook her brain and forced it to short circuit as she replayed him asking that question a thousand times in her head. What on earth was this attraction? Why was she acting like a hormonal teenager that couldn't even handle a good looking member of the opposite sex asking if if something satisfied her.

    She took a moment to gather her wits and cleared her throat. Her glass of wine had been sitting in her grip, untouched, but now it looked like the only life raft she had to use to pull her out of this awkward situation she'd thrown herself into. There was absolutely no way in hell Asura could find out what thoughts had just ran through her head. Charlotte knew she'd be mortified, absolutely mortified if he found out that she thought....

    "So what you're saying is that someone at my company found something they shouldn't have?" Charlotte asked, her face moving into a frown as she spoke. "Question three - what was it? What did they find that this fake Salvara Corporation wanted to hide?" She let out a heavy sigh and tugged at the ends of her hair with her free hand. None of it really made sense, and based on the way that Asura spoke to her, she wondered if he even knew why this happened either. It seemed like there were a lot of unknowns - many things that neither he nor she had yet to find out, but at the same time, Asura held more knowledge in his mind than she did. Charlotte wanted to believe that he quick thinking had forced her to remember that day three months ago, but something deep inside of her sparked at that thought. Maybe she was different.

    "I don't know....I don't know what to do now." Charlotte stated, looking from her mug up to Asura again. "Have you been following me? Have you been keeping them from finding me? Am I in trouble? Are they looking for me?" Panic started to settle in her chest, and Charlotte felt the beginnings of a panic attack. She jumped to her feet and put the mug down on the coffee table without thinking twice. She paced back and forth, taking a few deep breaths as she tried to calm herself down......but what other excuse was there to explain why Asura had been there tonight?

    "I...I...I need to know. What did I get myself into and how in the hell do I get myself out of it?" Charlotte wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt at comfort. It wasn't doing much, but she certainly hoped that Asura could help.

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    Here he was, thinking she could handle the truth. A sense of deflation followed that look in her eyes when he'd finished his explanation. Asura was oblivious to the true nature of what went on in this woman's head, but her rising sense of panic kept him from feeling the need to speculate on that. He was poor at hiding his annoyance while his fingers came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. It had very briefly entered his mind to show her things that would make others faint, but not now. Obviously she wasn't equipped to handle it. Which led him to the present moment with a woman pacing around before him rambling off her fearful questions. He set the counting aside for the time being, as she was justified in her growing paranoia to an extent. He also got the idea to use his power on her, to calm her. Yet something told him that might only unsettle her more, and wear him out in the process.

    "I've been keeping an eye on all the survivors, not just you," his voice remained calm, even in the face of Charlotte's fearful torrent of questions. "The only reason I am still following you specifically up to this point is because you've been poking around. So yes, I have been keeping them off of you. But it's your own actions that are putting you at risk." Asura tried to hide it, but it was hard to miss the hint of accusation that lingered in his tone. In a way, she was the reason he still barely had answers to everything going on. It was hard investigating something when he had to watch over her nearly twenty-four-seven. "Whatever your coworker found, they effectively erased the traces before I could find anything out. I don't even know who the person was who found anything out, and still, all of this is based very loosely on what little information I could scrounge up whole struggling to make sure everyone else was safe." Now the accusation was less held back. Asura realized he was getting worked up and took a deep breath to compose himself. The alcohol hit him like a freight train right about then, and he realized his error in drinking so fast.

    His hand moved to his forehead with a grimace crossing his face. "Fuck, this is why I don't drink..." He stood up and nearly fell right to the floor, only barely managing to steady himself by leaning against the arm of the couch. For a man his size, he hardly drank enough to get a little buzzed, but Asura was reminded he wasn't ordinary. "Rezsttroonm?" Even saying the one word it came out slurred, he shook his head. "I jussst need a m-moment to get it out ovvv my syztemn." By now he was completely red in the face and the room was spinning like crazy. He remembered his first time drinking; he thought he'd been drugged by how fast he'd reacted. He ended up passing out on the floor that first time, and it wasn't until much later that he learned how to deal with it. Still, because of this he typically avoided the beverages. It was hard to enjoy a light buzz when a glass of cheap wine could put you in the floor.

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    Charlotte did her best not to act so disappointed when Asura said that he'd been doing his best to keep an eye on everyone, not just her. She was ordinary - what more did she want? There was nothing special about her. Nothing at all. Maybe she had been right when she'd said those very words earlier. Something inside of her wanted to be different. Goddamn, for once, she wanted to be something special. Then his reprimand came, and Charlotte felt her cheeks burn with admission. It was her fault that she was in this mess, and if she had honestly wanted to stay un-involved, she would have gone home like Asura had advised her to do and pretended like nothing happened three months ago.

    But she couldn't forget. That alone was enough.

    With a deep breath, Charlotte steadied herself and chewed on her lip a little nervously. "I understand that it's my own fault, but I can't just let it go. I saw it, with my own two eyes, and I feel like....I feel like...." She sighed and didn't finish her sentence, letting it drift off and not finishing it. Instead, she occupied herself with staring at her hands, pausing her pacing, and letting herself breathe for a minute. She was only human. She could only take so much pressure before she started to crack. Charlotte pretended to be hard and strong and stubborn and infallible. But she was as mousy and weak as she'd always been. She was nothing special.

    Then something happened, and immediately, Charlotte snapped her eyes back to Asura. He slurred his words and stumbled a bit, and she knew he was too intoxicated. He'd drank a decent amount of wine, but even she could hold her liquor better than that. Perhaps it had something to do with his non-human half. Maybe he was just a lightweight? Regardless of what she thought, Charlotte found herself rushing toward him. He'd been opposed to touch earlier, without her knowledge, and while Charlotte showed no signs of hesitation, she gingerly grasped him and slid under his shoulder to act as a support.

    What a wrong, wrong move that was for her sanity.

    His scent wrapped around her and immediately, Charlotte felt hazy. She pushed on, however, and directed him toward the restroom. "I hadn't anticipated any guests, but the restroom is just over here." Charlotte opened the door and helped ease him inside gingerly. For being such a petite thing, she was maneuvering him fairly easily. Maybe he was working with her to that it wouldn't be so difficult? "What can I do to help?" Charlotte let him lean against the sink as she threw open cabinets, finding a wash cloth and then proceeding to dampen it. "Do you want me to help you sit in front of the toilet? Do you want me to get you some aspirin? I've never been properly drunk like this so I don't know what to do!" Such a good girl, she was. Charlotte vaguely remembered some of the tricks her college roommates had told her, and abandoned Asura in the bathroom to grab another mug from the kitchen. She filled it with a few ice cubes before dumping them in the sink. Surely room temperature water would be easier to drink than cold water?

    "I was told hydration is important." Charlotte said from the door way as she moved back into the bathroom. Turning on the tap, she filled up the mug and made sure it was within reaching distance for Asura.

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    Annoyance couldn't even muster itself anymore. Asura let out a tiny, exasperated sigh, trying to ignore Charlotte's continued rambling. With that sigh, most of his emotions faded. His head tilted back against the wall and his eyes closed, trying to minimize the amount of information invading his confused senses. He just wanted to stop feeling like he was about to pass out, which if he didn't hurry, he probably would. There was too much effort involved in mustering up the words to respond to her, so instead he kept his mouth shut. Her efforts, although with good intentions, were only hampering him from what he needed, and he wasn't about to blurt that out. Not right now. He reminded himself he needed to have a filter, especially if he wanted her to cooperate.

    The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, he let out another large sigh, this one of relief. It was only a fleeting moment of peace, but it was enough to allow him to focus. Whatever he did in that brief time, he was a lot more stable when she returned, even if his head was still somewhat fuzzy. Her efforts went more appreciated, now that he could think with more clarity. "Thanks, " He managed, with only a small dent in his pride. He felt he probably made himself look like an idiot. Even if she understood that his lack of tolerance was because of his blood, he was still the fool who drank too much, too quickly. "I don't drink often… and even then, it's not usually when anyone's around."

    With his drunkenness at least mildly fading, he opened his blue eyes to look up at her, and what hit him first was her concern. It wasn't unusual to see people getting worried about things, but he wasn't used to seeing that look directed at him. It unsettled him, despite his best efforts to ignore it, and as a result he let his eyes fall back to the floor where it was a bit safer to look. Even when it was painted with anxiety, her face was beautiful. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed, either. Asura had noted a few times by now, not just tonight, that this woman was attractive. If he knew the thoughts she'd had about him, he probably would have blushed then, considering his vulnerable state.

    "Aspirin would probably make me sick. I mean…" He shrugged, glancing to the side since he didn't know really where to look. Anywhere but at her. "Any drugs, alcohol… diseases, illness… it hits hard. The human side helps me to deal with it, but I'd be screwed over if I never found out how the others manage it. Long story short, if you want to spot someone who isn't human… who is like my non-human half? Watch what they eat, and what they drink. Watch how they act when they're around someone sick. Something as simple as caffeine can be a trigger for severe reactions. They'd drink decaf coffee… avoid any food that has even a mild risk of foodborne illness… and they wouldn't touch a sick person with a hundred-foot pole. It's not that they would die -they won't- but it would expose them as being something other than ordinary, just by how quickly the effects spread." Was it a good idea to be exposing his weakness to her? Possibly not. Was it a good idea to be teaching her how to spot the enemy? He could see pros and cons to that.

    "Now," He kept himself steadied by the wall while he got to his feet, taking the water with some gratitude. "If you want to finish your interrogation, I'd suggest finishing before I entirely come to my senses. Lest I come to the realization I'm telling you way more than you actually needed to know."

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    Charlotte wasn’t as big of a hard ass as she’d made herself seem around Asura. In reality, she was the biggest pushover there ever had been. It wasn’t like she wanted to be like this - an angsty woman who demanded people answer every single question she had. For most of her life, she had been that very sheep that she refused to believe she was anymore. Concern was obvious as she looked over the man. He gave her useful information, should she ever need it, and quickly, Charlotte stored it all away for later use.

    ”No Aspirin. Check.” She muttered as she placed that mug of water near him. Asura continued to speak, telling her that his kind - his non-humankind - was more susceptible to disease and illness and things that she took as ordinary cures and malladies. Getting the sniffles was just another day in the life, but for Asura, it would be much worse than what she had to experience, or so he said. It was weird - that piece of information was not anything close to what she had been expecting to hear from him.

    ”I wouldn’t call this an interrogation anymore than I would call your information more than what I need to know. You’ve barely given me anything!” Charlotte threw her hands up at her sides and walked out of the bathroom to see what else she could find lying around her mostly bare apartment.Who knew a drunk man could irritate her like this? ”You’ve limited me to five questions - FIVE. Do you know how little that’s going to allow me to accomplish? I want to know what’s going on. I want to know who I need to talk to in order to figure this out. Something isn’t right. Something needs to be done about this and I cannot stand by while innocent people are hurt or killed.”

    Charlotte quickly pulled open a drawer and started to look through it, mumbling slightly to herself. ”Are they going to come after me again? You never gave me an answer to that - just that I've been putting my nose in places it doesn't belong, which isn't very helpful by the way.” She stopped thumbing through the drawer and looked over at Asura. ”Like, I need to know if I’m on some hit list or something. Because if I am, I'm getting the hell out of here. Is that why you’re following me around? To kill me?” Charlotte narrowed her eyes before jerking her gaze up to him. ”Just who do you work for? You’re not one of them, but you’re obviously someone else. The government? Maybe you’re apart of some type of Justice League that we think only exists in the movies?”

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    In short seconds Asura had regained most of his functions. Such drastic changes were only amplified for people like his mother, making him wonder how they ever managed to blend in with humanity in the first place. He watched her walk out of the bathroom and soon followed her, keeping himself quiet for the time being. Her main concern seemed to be her safety for once, meaning she wasn't asking about things he didn't feel so apt telling her about. Her frustration was still palpable.

    "They're not after you… yet. But the more you dig, the more likely is that word will circle back to them. When it does… it's going to be hard for me to protect you." Asura sat back on the couch and closed his eyes, rubbing his hands over his face and up through his blond hair. "Right now, anyone you've talked to about any of this, I've been careful to go back and alter their memories, to keep them from at least being able to identify you. Because hell, even if they wouldn't go running to tell on you themselves, there's still the risk they could reveal you without even knowing it."

    He stopped rubbing his face to look up at her, "Long story short, you're safe for now. No hit list. Not even a watch list, except for mine." As much as he wanted to ignore her accusations, he knew she was probably justified in paranoia. After all, it could have been anyone that was after her. She could have been talking to her best friend and have them turn on her in an instant. If anything, it was smart to question everything, to an extent. His only worry was that she might worry herself to death.

    "Are we using superhero terms now?" He asked with a raised brow. There was only a faint amount of humor when he answered her, "If that's the case, then you could consider me a vigilante from a long-gone order of protectors. I don't work for anyone; but I uphold a code I was raised with. The same code my mother followed. And a code that is strictly against the 'monsters' that would hurt you. The belief is that we are somehow responsible for the demons of the world, and thus it is our responsibility to protect the world from them. There used to be about a dozen of us on this continent alone… but they're all gone now. I'm what's left."

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