Post by Kate on May 5, 2009 4:14:37 GMT -5
Everyone finds peace at some point of their life, right? Everyone comes to a point in their life where they have to make a choice and live with it. This was Kate's time, she was going through a ton of shit in her mind and she had to figure out a lot of things. The blonde was alone in her apartment. No one was there but her boys, her bodyguards. They were always there of course.
What was she doing? Beating the shit out of one of them. Swan had his jacket and shirt off and was "sparring" with her. There was blood trickling down her chin from her lip and he had a black eye. Music was blasting, for once not rock or punk or anything like that. Instead, it was actually rap. When she was angry it just fed into what she was feeling with the beat and the lyrics. Made her want to beat more shit up. There was a sneer on her full lips.
She kicked it up a notch, slamming her fists into Swan with no remorse. She felt bones break under her fists, and didn't care. That's right, she didn't care that she was hurting a friend. That she was hurting someone. The blonde's blood was pumping, flowing, and nothing was stopping her at this moment. It felt... good. It felt really good.
Thus began the inner turmoil inside her. Swan was down for the count, and the blonde had to fight the sudden urge to continue to beat him. To kick him while he was down, to make sure he didn't get up again. Which was something that she didn't do, ever. So Kate pulled back, breathing heavy.
"Leave me."
Silence in the room, everyone was looking at her and Swan, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Her upper lip twitched, and the blonde looked at each of them, once after another.
"I SAID LEAVE ME!!"
They left, a little shaken from the way she was acting. This was not normal Kate. The moment they left the apartment, taking Swan to get some medical attention, Kate walked over to the radio and turned it all the way up. Her windows were shaking from the bass that was playing. From all the noise, she bobbed her head, and opened a drawer. Where were they? THERE!
Kate picked up the pack of smokes she had left months ago. She needed to smoke. NEEDED to. What were they? Newports, thank you. She shoved one in between her lips, and lit it. A deep breath of death, and a slow exhale. Her head still bobbed, her whole body starting to get into it.
This aggression, she couldn't get it out of her system. The anger was just fucking boiling in her system. She wanted to feel bones break. She wanted to just go on primal instinct. She wanted to... live. Just because society said she couldn't do it, didn't mean she had to follow their damned rules.
After all, she was Kate McHallin. Endless money, strong, smart, powerful!! What the fuck was she doing being goodie goodie? What was the point of it all? It was just fake. FAKE. Cheerleading? What the hell had she been thinking? Just a few years ago, she had hated cheer leaders with a passion. Had HATED them bitches. Wanted to stick a knife in them. Now she was one of them. Her clothing? Prep and cute. Fuck that shit. Really, fuck it all! Adrian? He was a good looking guy, and when they had met he had been sexy and confident and... well, a ton of things. Loosing his money had pretty much broken him.
What to do? What the fuck to do? Why care? WHY THE HELL SHOULD SHE FUCKING CARE? A scream ripped through her. She slammed her foot into the couch in front of her, slamming it forward and through her glass coffee table breaking it. She slammed a fist through the biggest piece, shattering it.
The woman was on a rampage, really she was. All this pain. Everything that had been done to her through the years? Because she trusted. Because she CARED. FUCK CARING. IT WAS FOR PUSSIES. She picked up her tv, and chucked it into the wall.
All and all, Kate trashed her entire apartment. Tore up most of her clothing, set small things on fire... just destroyed the place. It felt good. It felt damned good. It was like suddenly growing a spine, or suddenly running down the street naked without a care in the world. Things just didn't matter anymore. She wanted to put her hands around someone's neck... and wring it. Wanted to fucking tear into someone. Wanted to fuck someone up BAD.
Blood was streaming from her right arm, which had been cut by the glass. She licked her lips and laughed. She was loosing it. Kate didn't care anymore. If it wasn't fun, then it might as well crawl in a basement and die. Kate really wasn't gunna care anymore.
Hiroko hadn't cared.
Jester hadn't cared.
No one else had really cared, or if they had it hadn't lasted. She wanted respect, from the fact that kids should fucking FEAR her. They should, and they FUCKING WOULD. This place would be her world, her realm. She'd do what she wanted, when she wanted. They would lick her boot heels if she told them too. And if they didn't? She'd break limbs, remove eyes and genitals, and enjoy the blood. Fuck this town. It'd be hers. The beast unleashed, the doll finally giving in and breaking. The past pain was here to stay, never to go away. Time to give into what she enjoyed...
What was she doing? Beating the shit out of one of them. Swan had his jacket and shirt off and was "sparring" with her. There was blood trickling down her chin from her lip and he had a black eye. Music was blasting, for once not rock or punk or anything like that. Instead, it was actually rap. When she was angry it just fed into what she was feeling with the beat and the lyrics. Made her want to beat more shit up. There was a sneer on her full lips.
She kicked it up a notch, slamming her fists into Swan with no remorse. She felt bones break under her fists, and didn't care. That's right, she didn't care that she was hurting a friend. That she was hurting someone. The blonde's blood was pumping, flowing, and nothing was stopping her at this moment. It felt... good. It felt really good.
Thus began the inner turmoil inside her. Swan was down for the count, and the blonde had to fight the sudden urge to continue to beat him. To kick him while he was down, to make sure he didn't get up again. Which was something that she didn't do, ever. So Kate pulled back, breathing heavy.
"Leave me."
Silence in the room, everyone was looking at her and Swan, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Her upper lip twitched, and the blonde looked at each of them, once after another.
"I SAID LEAVE ME!!"
They left, a little shaken from the way she was acting. This was not normal Kate. The moment they left the apartment, taking Swan to get some medical attention, Kate walked over to the radio and turned it all the way up. Her windows were shaking from the bass that was playing. From all the noise, she bobbed her head, and opened a drawer. Where were they? THERE!
Kate picked up the pack of smokes she had left months ago. She needed to smoke. NEEDED to. What were they? Newports, thank you. She shoved one in between her lips, and lit it. A deep breath of death, and a slow exhale. Her head still bobbed, her whole body starting to get into it.
This aggression, she couldn't get it out of her system. The anger was just fucking boiling in her system. She wanted to feel bones break. She wanted to just go on primal instinct. She wanted to... live. Just because society said she couldn't do it, didn't mean she had to follow their damned rules.
After all, she was Kate McHallin. Endless money, strong, smart, powerful!! What the fuck was she doing being goodie goodie? What was the point of it all? It was just fake. FAKE. Cheerleading? What the hell had she been thinking? Just a few years ago, she had hated cheer leaders with a passion. Had HATED them bitches. Wanted to stick a knife in them. Now she was one of them. Her clothing? Prep and cute. Fuck that shit. Really, fuck it all! Adrian? He was a good looking guy, and when they had met he had been sexy and confident and... well, a ton of things. Loosing his money had pretty much broken him.
What to do? What the fuck to do? Why care? WHY THE HELL SHOULD SHE FUCKING CARE? A scream ripped through her. She slammed her foot into the couch in front of her, slamming it forward and through her glass coffee table breaking it. She slammed a fist through the biggest piece, shattering it.
The woman was on a rampage, really she was. All this pain. Everything that had been done to her through the years? Because she trusted. Because she CARED. FUCK CARING. IT WAS FOR PUSSIES. She picked up her tv, and chucked it into the wall.
All and all, Kate trashed her entire apartment. Tore up most of her clothing, set small things on fire... just destroyed the place. It felt good. It felt damned good. It was like suddenly growing a spine, or suddenly running down the street naked without a care in the world. Things just didn't matter anymore. She wanted to put her hands around someone's neck... and wring it. Wanted to fucking tear into someone. Wanted to fuck someone up BAD.
Blood was streaming from her right arm, which had been cut by the glass. She licked her lips and laughed. She was loosing it. Kate didn't care anymore. If it wasn't fun, then it might as well crawl in a basement and die. Kate really wasn't gunna care anymore.
Hiroko hadn't cared.
Jester hadn't cared.
No one else had really cared, or if they had it hadn't lasted. She wanted respect, from the fact that kids should fucking FEAR her. They should, and they FUCKING WOULD. This place would be her world, her realm. She'd do what she wanted, when she wanted. They would lick her boot heels if she told them too. And if they didn't? She'd break limbs, remove eyes and genitals, and enjoy the blood. Fuck this town. It'd be hers. The beast unleashed, the doll finally giving in and breaking. The past pain was here to stay, never to go away. Time to give into what she enjoyed...
