Revival of Kindred Souls (Sara Quinn)

[Matrim Gallagher]

(OOC: Thread takes place before Ground Zero obviously since Matrim is School Captain in thread and outcome of fight is unknown)

Matrim had it, he had to go talk to her. He had to be honest and straightforward with her. Not to mention, he had enough enemies as it was with everything going down. It was time to make an old friend close again. Even with everything that happened he still cared about her well being, and he wanted her to be able to be happy. The only trouble with that was she had been a little out of it, and he wasn't completely sure as to if he had anything to do with that.

Matrim barged into her place, searching for her madly as he looked around.

"SARA! Sara are you here? It's Matrim.... Sara we need to talk!"

Matrim called out looking around. The place was a mess, and he noticed gang signs. He noticed the Reaper insignia, the Dragons, and even Militia all plastered over the place. He knew nothing of this, and while something like this wasn't above Reapers, he hadn't heard anything about it. Dragons however, Dragons were almost unheard of, nobody knew of them here except a select few. Not to mention the only one around was Linda, and she wouldn't do something so flashy.

"Jesus....."

[Sara Quinn]

The sound of the door being flung open hadn't woken the small girl. What had woken her was the dog growling next to her. That stupid little dog needed to shut the fuck up before she kicked it back out into the living room. Seems the little bugger didn't like it out there, what with it all being destroyed and stuff. She rolled over, sitting straight up in her bed, her eyes opening when she heard him call out.

"SARA! Sara are you here? It's Matrim.... Sara we need to talk!"

Matrim...? What the hell was he doing here? Sara's eyes traveled to the door. How dare he wake her up. That IDIOT D< She rarely got any sleep now, and he had the nerve to wake her up D< She pushed the growling pug off the bed to the floor. Stupid little thing... Then she stepped down after it. The room was destroyed, the bed sitting in the middle of the room, crap everywhere. Thank god she was healed, she didn't need to fight that ass injured. The living room would look the same way. Furniture destroyed, the walls full of graffiti, all her things destroyed and broken. She hadn't bothered to clean it. Had seen no reason to. In some ways, it only served to remind her of what she was supposed to be doing.... Which... He was here... She was here... And not injured... >3 Perfect...

She kicked broken debris aside and then stepped into the hallway. The dog tried to follow, but she kicked it back into the room and closed the door. She was wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of small shorts. Her legs and arms were riddled with small scars, the one on her chest easy to see. Let him see it... She stepped out so that she could see him, a sick smile on her face. "Matrim... What the hell are you doing here?" She looked around her destroyed home as she stepped further out into the living room.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Matrim... What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here to mend our bond... however fucked up it is," Matrim said turning to face her, "And to ask for your help. I need your help with something I'm starting... and I need your strength. You are fast, skilled, and you have a general thirst for destruction. In short, you're a determined fighter."

Matrim laughed.... not at her, but at himself.

"To think... I used to teach you to give up. Now what I need is someone unwilling to give in.... somebody who will stick through until the end." Matrim said facing her, "Sara, I need some help preparing for something. How would you like to fight alongside me? No gang, no pillar, no anything. I don't even need you to join a group, all I want is for you to be on my side should a war break out...."

Matrim grinned, "I need help taking out Gabriel Seran." Matrim's eyes were alive. He wanted to kill the man, mostly because Emily might as well have given him the OK in their talks. Matrim was School Captain, and he had pissed Gabriel off royally in their chess game. Either he would have to make the first move, or he'd have to be more prepared if Gabriel made his.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara felt the anger inside her swell. The nerve of him... To come in here like this and ask this of her, to speak to her like that. What the hell was wrong with him?! On top of the anger, there was simply... a burning. A hate. A need. It made her sick. Her fists clenched and trembled at her sides, and her head dropped to hide the look on her face. How dare he come into her home like this...

"There is so much you missed.... So much... You don't even know what has happened because of you... What you did to me... And you want me to fight with you?" That was... ridiculous. If he only knew. She was supposed to destroy him. Remove him from the picture... Permanently. Gabriel was going to help her do that. Why in the WORLD, would she help him? He thought he could win her over with compliments? Not happening.

She turned her face up to him, stepping closer to him. "Why the HELL would I work with you? What the FUCK makes you think I would help you?" She debated for only a second before the words left her mouth. "I work for Gabriel. You made the wrong choice Matrim." With that she charged him, her right fist coming back for a straight hit to his abdomen.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim listened to what she said, a stern look on his face as he listened to her. She was working for Gabriel, and that was something a little unexpected but all things considered he couldn't blame her. He didn't have a right to ask her to help him, but it was his style. Not to mention the fact that he really needed her...

She threw a punch, but he was fast and saw it coming nearly a mile away. She wasn't predictable, not anymore... but he was a lot better too. He sidestepped to the right, his left fist would grab her right wrist and pull her so that she kept going, his body turned to follow her, keeping her in front of him. He would let go as she passed by, and return to a relaxed standing position.

"Because Gabriel's a retard, and completely beneath you. I'm not asking you to work below me as some lackey wannabe, I'm asking you to be my partner. I know you a hell of a lot better than he does, even if I missed out on everything that happened. Give me a chance to catch up, let me back in. And even if we can't be friends again, you have to admit... it's a hell of a lot more fun being on my side. You can fight me whenever you want this way, and you don't have to listen to some dimwits orders."

Matrim let out a small laugh, his eyes starting to light up, he wanted to fight but he held off on it, trying to get through to her.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara spun to face him as he let go of her. He was quick. A lot quicker then she thought he was going to be. Every time she saw him he was... better. Stronger. She hated him for it. She hated him for everything. Why the hell was he here. She just wanted to sleep now. And he was stopping her from doing that. She practically growled at him as she faced him. But then he said those magic words...

He didn't want her to work for him, but with him. God, she hated that about Gabriel. Having to work under him. It was.. sickening. It made her want to die. Or kill him. Either or. Didn't matter, but the fact was, she hated it. Her face and stance loosened for only a second before she regained her composure, her face hardening again. Hopefully he had missed that. "It's your fault. All of it. If it hadn't been for you, he never would have chosen me. I wouldn't be like this, and everything would be fine. But no, you had to go and be all... STUPID. DAMMIT! And you want to catch up!?"

She grabbed a broken plate from the table next to her and threw it at his head. She had lots of stuff to throw. Lots. She followed after the plate for another punch, aimed to hit just below his ribcage.

[Matrim Gallagher]

She threw a plate at his head, he simply leaned his head to the left as it zipped by, she charged throwing a punch towards his stomach. This time he didn't dodge on purpose, he took the hit but didn't move whatsoever. He was a lot tougher than she could imagine, and he took the hit like a champ. He simply looked down.

"Yeah. I do," He said, looking down at her eyes, "I want to catch up, I want to know what's been going on in your life. How training has been going, if you've healed up alright since Orange and Purple, all that stuff. Not to mention I want to know who your decorator is, they should be shot...."

He laughed, looking off to the side. Had she used her Qi the punch may have been a lot more useful. In fact....

"You're fast... had you been this strong when we first fought, you would have handed my ass to me. Hard to believe it's been such a short time. So much has happened... feels like it's been longer." Matrim said, thinking about it all. He looked down at her, his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her fist off of his body, "So.... how've you been?"

[Sara Quinn]

"So.... how've you been?"

She pulled her hand from his. "Shut up. Just shut up..." She was shaking from anger again. This was so stupid. She was having trouble controlling her thoughts. They were rolling around in her head and she couldn't seem to focus on any single one of them. He hadn't even been slightly affected by her punch. How the hell was she supposed to compete with that? Why had he come here today? It was only going to get her into trouble in the long run with the people watching her.

"I've been shit, and it's your fault. I'm going to destroy unless you can give me a good reason why I shouldn't. Do you have any idea what you coming here will do to me!? And what the hell is wrong with my house!?" That was it. She threw her knee up towards his groin. Silly man. He had to be affected by this one.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"I've been shit, and it's your fault. I'm going to destroy unless you can give me a good reason why I shouldn't. Do you have any idea what you coming here will do to me!? And what the hell is wrong with my house!?"

She tried to knee him, and he was quick to react, spinning... that's right, spinning! Spinning away from the kick on his left foot, doing so in a way that would put him offset from her as he dropped down and sweeped with his right leg. Since she was kneeing she would be on one foot, and this would most likely catch her off balance. Matrim wouldn't let her hit ground though, he would catch her at the small of her back with his left arm, almost like dancing in a strange way.

"It looks like some psycho went to a lot of trouble to make you think that Militia, Reapers, and or Dragons did this. When I can tell you for certain that Dragons and Reapers didn't do this, and that Militia has no reason to. Meaning if you blame any of these groups for what happened, somebody got exactly what they wanted." Matrim laughed and smiled at Sara, "Take that however you want... but if it were me I would think about it this way..."

Matrim would raise her up back to balance and take a step back, "Somebody considers you strong enough and capable enough to do damage to all of these groups. And rather than attack you directly, they used you as a weapon. So being used, sure it has it's downside. But on the brighter side of things it means you are getting a lot stronger. It means somebody out there thinks you are a threat.... so.... why is your house like this and what happened?"

[Sara Quinn]

Sara threw her knee upwards in an attempt to knee him. At the last second the thought crossed her mind that she should have been ready to use qi. That was weird. Where was her mind? It hadn't occurred to her yet to use it " WTH was that about? She must be losing it... But hell, it didn't matter, because the guy thought he was a bloody ballerina, spinning away from her attack like he was all that and a bag of ice. D< Fricken' pansy...

Catching her off guard, she was suddenly swept off her foot. Her breath caught as she dropped, only to be caught by him at the last moment. She was more shocked then anything, her mind blank as he spoke. She was to dumbfounded to cut him off as he spoke. It was to early. She needed more sleep. What time was it? For that matter, what day was it? She was set back on her feet and her eyes swept the apartment. There had to be a calender in here somewhere... His words meant nothing to her. The hidden compliments only served to annoy her as she turned back to him. He thought he understood what the graffiti in her apartment meant? Well he was a bloody fool. A fool who was pushing his luck... In HER home D<

"So.... why is your house like this and what happened?"

She paused, her body tensed. Her mind debated attacking, and she decided to wait. He would see through an attack easily. He was obviously faster and smarter. He was good. And she hated him for it. "It's none of your business what happened... I got a nice visit from someone." She smiled, laughing softly. Like he would understand. She took a few steps forward until she was in arms reach, her eyes scanning the room again, not falling on him as she continued to chuckle. "Does it really matter though...? Do you really even care?"

This was his fault. All of it. "You came to ask for my help. I've declined. You have nothing good to offer me. Get out." She should be killing him. Destroying him. But she couldn't, she was to weak. Sara had never felt such a strong emotion in her before. It made her want to vomit as the anger and hate swelled in her. This man... It was all his fault... And there was nothing she could do to him. If he hadn't moved, her arm would suddenly swing out, aiming to slam into his gut, her qi activating to slam him into the wall behind him. She hoped his head cracked open like an egg.

[Matrim Gallagher]

She slammed his gut after telling him off, her Qi sent him flying back but he anticipated this, his hands shooting back and his feet pointing downward so that he hit the wall with his hands and feet absorbing impact allowing him to safely slide down to the ground again. He grinned, "Nothing to offer you huh......" He laughed, teeth showing and eyes excited, "You know Gabriel's numbers... you know that there isn't enough of me to go around for all of you...."

He laughed even more, "Join me and you'll have more than enough opponents, more people to fight, more noses to punch in, more bodies to wreck and destroy. More challenges than you could ever imagine. Or... join them... and witness the weakest fight of the century as it takes twenty people to try and take me down where you'll most likely be on backup duty. Join me Sara... and you'll have plenty of fun fighting whoever you want, whenever you want..."

He laughed and looked up, "So, does THAT sound good?"

[Sara Quinn]

"So, does THAT sound good?"

Sara was frozen to the spot, rooted as she watched him. That DID sound good. And he made a good point. She had often wondered what she was doing with Gabriel, and here was her out. It was perfect. Alone, the offer of fights meant nothing to her, but coupled with his other arguments....

She stood straighter, looking around her destroyed apartment. After everything... She was going to agree to work with him. This... Hellhole she was living in now was all thanks to him. But that was fine. There was something missing in her life right now. She didn't know what. But if he had started it, he might be able to end it. To bring what was missing back. Hell, at this point, she didn't care. She just wanted to go back to bed.

"Alright. You better keep good on your promise. Or it's YOUR ass on the line." She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously. On the inside she was cringing. What the hell had she gotten herself into. Gabriel did have quite a few followers. A few even she didn't want to mess with. She walked forward going to pass him and go back into her room. If he followed, fine. There was no where else to sit except on her bed, and still things to talk about. If he didn't, then they were done. Gabriels plan was still unknown to her, and whatever they were going to do would be done by the seat of their pants. Fun fun.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Alright. You better keep good on your promise. Or it's YOUR ass on the line."

Sara smiled up at him, and something about her eyes seemed very much alive. Matrim was glad that she seemed so happy since she seemed so angry with him no matter how innocent he was. Sure he had hurt her, he had been a mistake of hers.. and it was no wonder she felt the way she did. But he wasn't sure what all else happened to her, with the apartment and everything. She wasn't this crazy because of him, something else must have happened, and he wanted to know what it was.

Matrim turned and followed her into the room, and when he did he noticed there was nowhere to sit except for the bed, so at first he leaned against the wall, but only for a second before deciding to sit on the foot of the bed. He had to be comfortable with himself, he had to be comfortable around Sara. He trusted that he wouldn't do anything with her, never again... not because of her.. but because of Reira. He loved Reira more than anything, and he had hurt her once before, he wouldn't do that again.

"I... I'm sorry..." He said. He stared at the ground, typical male apologizing for something when he didn't know what it was he was sorry for.

Maybe for fucking up her situation with Travis, or fucking up her situation with Travis only to ditch her. Or maybe for the comment I made at my loft after we hooked up the second time... or maybe it had something to do with the Qi training, and how I marked her chest......

Matrim opened his palm, the one he had burned her with, and stared into it, waiting for her to reply.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara walked into her room without a second glance at him and sat down on her bed. She leaned back against the headboard and watched him follow into the room. She wanted to laugh at how out of place he looked, how... nervous? Poor thing. God, seeing him like that made her feel good >3 Her eyes remained on him as he walked over to her bed and sat down on the end of it. And then he had to go and ruin it again. Typical guy.

"What the hell are you sorry for?" Normally, the words 'you didn't do anything' would follow that. But he had. Everything was his fault. She left it at that, and moved on. She really didn't even want to know what he thought he was apologizing for. It made no difference to her. She didn't care.

She looked at him, thinking back to their fight. It felt like so long ago. A lifetime. Which in her mind it was. She was a different person now. Apparently, so was he. Her hand ran across her chest where the scar was, her fingers running over the rough skin. There was one question that was still itching at her though from the fight, a name... If he was going to try to make things better between them, she figured she might as well start sharing with him... But he had to go first =_=" "Matrim... Who is Alpha?"

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Alpha......" Matrim said to himself as he got angry. He never answered Sara's question and he never planned to. He said what he said and that was that. If he had to answer it, it would have been 'for fucking things up between us'. Of course, that was a major generalization. If he wanted to get to specifics he would say 'the scar on your chest for one'. "Alpha is......." Matrim's eyes lowered, the lids shutting slightly.

"I.... had some issues..... my... my mind split. Alpha is me. Well, he's a part of me. He's the fighter in me.. no that would be wrong. He's the Alpha Male Complex in me, a monster of sorts who only seeks to hurt and destroy. He has a taste for destruction and he really hates me. Not only that, he's very vengeful toward Reira because of.... because of when she...." He didn't finish the sentence, "Let's just say it's complicated. But trust me, you don't want to meet Alpha. He knows everything I do, and he will use information to tear people apart emotionally."

Matrim thought about it for a second and added, "He lies with the truth...."