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postThread table for forum City of Lost Angels - Character Fiction

Oren Itanooren12/10/08 18:25View
Missy12/10/08 22:22View
The backstory of Vulpes.Vulpes12/11/08 01:46View
Erica KesselErica Kessel12/11/08 07:52View
Missy's Story.. a Do-over and another ChapterMissy12/11/08 22:38View
UsrBinPerl12/11/08 23:48View
oren12/11/08 23:57View
Kwekwe's BackstoryKwekwe Karu12/12/08 01:02View
UsrBinPerl12/13/08 00:35View
Eternal SunsetMissy12/13/08 12:19View
Kit Ristow12/14/08 00:01View
ShyMathys12/14/08 00:27View
MasksAlissa12/14/08 00:58View
Lorae12/14/08 01:24View
UsrBinPerl12/14/08 22:07View
Missy's Story Continued..Part 3Missy12/16/08 08:43View
Missy's Story Part 4: Innocence ShatteredMissy12/16/08 18:34View
Missy's Story Part 5: Innocence AnnihilatedMissy12/18/08 17:16View
Small DangersVox12/18/08 21:36View
Saint of The Abyss: Part 1Luciferiel12/19/08 05:21View
Zero....-1Justa Zero12/19/08 17:38View
Zero....1Justa Zero12/19/08 18:26View
Óðr’s Daughter. Chapter I: A Guiding DreamAsil Karu12/20/08 02:39View
Omega To Alphaerinnic12/23/08 16:49View
Her Bloody Tears [-Past Event-]Methias12/23/08 18:09View
Lost Kitsune - A Shattered MindKiera12/25/08 18:51View
Usr's story Part IVUsrBinPerl12/27/08 20:34View
The EssexHeir Maelstrom12/29/08 04:23View
Kwekwe's shameKwekwe Karu12/30/08 18:11View
Joint Round Robin Fic Anyone...?erinnic12/30/08 19:07View
God Was On Her Lips As She Diederinnic01/02/09 23:31View
Love and Betrayal - A New Beginningkessjuliesse01/03/09 13:46View
The Diary of Cody Woodhencodywoodhen01/05/09 21:35View
Missy's Story Part 6: Innocence AbductedMissy01/07/09 06:23View
Cursed BladeYannis_Martynov01/08/09 21:27View
Story Thread: Community Round Robin Ficerinnic01/09/09 23:25View
The demon withinCanly Fargis01/11/09 16:14View
Ziau- CoLA's Very Own CasanovaZiau01/13/09 02:09View
Twisted Attentionserinnic01/21/09 20:34View
Inspiration- music and roleplayZiau01/26/09 08:01View
Compilation! Where were you when it all happened?Ziau01/28/09 09:12View
The Clock Struck MidnightMalice Ashdene01/28/09 22:31View
With Precision- a poem by Kelly Welch A.k.A Ziau Jua.Ziau01/29/09 04:36View
Alisa's dicovery of a new world (character sheet + story)Alisa Draconia01/30/09 19:17View
The Shadow Stepper- Ziau the Enshadowed.Ziau02/01/09 07:26View
Krista Lemon arrives to the streets of Lost AngelsKrista02/03/09 00:09View
Back Story Upto the Excile of Rune.RuneCrimson02/03/09 21:59View
War with the Brood, war with the Coven, and the Pack.Ziau02/07/09 04:11View
-- Halcyon's Backstory --Halcyon Nacht02/08/09 00:22View
Planer/Exonar family (aka, Erinyse, Khalan, Viridian, Cummere, Selena)Cummere Mayo02/08/09 03:53View
Kit's BackstoryKit Ristow02/10/09 18:40View
Eyes in the DarkKeyla02/11/09 09:47View
Surfacing Part ILlyr02/13/09 22:21View
Surfacing Part IILlyr02/13/09 22:35View
Tama-Chan: A Cat's Story (Tamara's background)Tamara02/17/09 07:35View
Project: A map of Post Apocalypse North AmericaTamara02/17/09 19:21View
Dreamtime RevelationsWinter02/19/09 18:08View
Reaver-the echo of the BlackwindAntiZero02/23/09 00:43View
On the Origin of SpeciesTamara02/25/09 22:38View
ConfessionKit Ristow02/26/09 01:39View
Personnel File: Pointe, Zsuzsanna C. (Inactive, Deceased)Su Pointe02/26/09 03:32View
Malice, in a Different Kind of WonderlandMalice Ashdene02/27/09 18:07View
The Dark of InspirationKit Ristow03/01/09 21:42View
Jheric: CrucifiedKayle Ashdene03/03/09 10:53View
It's my lifearsene_Braveheart03/05/09 18:18View
The Tradgedy of the HybridDigital Enigma03/29/09 07:09View
The Sin of Wrathmolly switchblade04/02/09 21:28View
Golden BoyEphran Ehrler04/15/09 06:12View
Story About A GirlAesendria04/24/09 15:34View
Climaxe by Smith and WessonSloan04/28/09 06:19View
My new project ATTENTION Russian Characters!Ziau05/01/09 06:42View
**NSFW** A Typical Tuesday Night for MissyMissy05/06/09 20:48View
Post your profile links!Cortero Landar05/07/09 10:25View
Making Logan SufferAesendria05/12/09 07:09View
Jeanne VarunJeanne Varun05/14/09 08:24View
The Vanguard's True PurposeLogan05/16/09 01:03View
Cortero's Infernal ArmorCortero Landar05/16/09 06:52View
Bookstore SurpriseAesendria05/16/09 23:16View
Post your profile links if you have in-story info in them!Cortero Landar05/18/09 10:33View
PromisesAesendria05/24/09 02:44View
Cyber Evolution Bios, Anur Seda, Cyber Reaper, and Commander of CETheassassin06/08/09 11:28View
Was any of it real?Youko_Giha06/12/09 15:28View
A shift in prioritiesLogan06/17/09 04:21View
Going homeLudvig06/17/09 19:10View
'Ren in Japanoren06/18/09 23:11View
Thelma across the boardThelemaJuliesse06/26/09 15:09View
Pre-fiction: How Kayteear got here.Kayteear07/15/09 16:43View
Story TimeCharissa07/17/09 19:03View
Pack Airship RP.Tai07/27/09 02:49View
My CharacterLilith1308/05/09 22:34View
LilithLilith1308/06/09 09:30View
The Haunter in the DarkShadow08/14/09 21:50View
The Flying HeadsKwekwe Karu08/16/09 16:52View
Why selling coffins is impossible in CoLAZiau08/23/09 04:14View
Paint it red!Ziau08/23/09 07:51View
Young Cowards.Ziau08/23/09 08:28View
Great video for RPers and people passionate about writing.Ziau09/05/09 08:55View
Dux - 264 BCDux09/10/09 18:41View
The Thing at South Gate SanitariumShadow09/15/09 22:09View
♪♫ Do you wanna RP my avatar ♪♫Kayteear09/17/09 14:45View
Jessica's MotherJessica Susser09/21/09 04:19View
Ziau Challenged me to. NSFWChasityDawes09/21/09 07:17View
The Divine Machine.................Theassassin09/21/09 22:29View
I Bleed my Blood for Myself.Ziau09/22/09 22:28View
Cronicle of a deathKayteear09/24/09 01:34View
"Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself"DavidJoshua Artful09/26/09 17:07View
Old Versus NewDigital Enigma09/27/09 20:28View
The Shadowed Order, The Eternal Order, Ordo MachinaTheassassin10/06/09 06:55View
Elamyrath's HistoryElamyrath10/10/09 00:52View
The here, the now, the dead. The Minus.TheMinus Ziskey10/10/09 12:41View
Before bed ritual.Amy Guisse10/17/09 04:13View
Alone?Ike10/18/09 15:34View
IS this High School again?Theassassin10/24/09 12:49View
Sidhe vs DrowOrlok Lectar10/29/09 04:08View
Daddy bluesarsene_Braveheart11/17/09 19:01View
Chronicles of SIEagentlyseria11/22/09 12:27View
The Lady In Black(A Drokan Exile Twisted Love Story)AntiZero11/29/09 06:36View
The growing Darkness.Leirain Koray12/01/09 11:04View
The lycanKayteear12/01/09 16:00View
City of Lost Jackman: The Untold Hollywood BlockbusterAntiZero12/02/09 07:11View
Coming home for christmas ..Kes12/10/09 22:17View
Bunneh Vs. Lich, DBZ styleKarsha Yutani12/14/09 11:59View
A FarewellRoland12/16/09 20:50View
Of Death and RebirthDigital Enigma12/21/09 20:14View
The Story of ReocoReoko Farspire02/06/10 20:47View
Homecoming......... The Story of Orpheus DarkfoldOrpheusDarkfold03/11/10 02:27View
The Story of Orpheus Part 2OrpheusDarkfold03/13/10 23:15View
Who owns who?Kayteear03/22/10 22:03View
Missing the Oceanricercar03/23/10 22:27View
Letter to the editor: Manners in LATink03/25/10 16:58View
Chasity BackstoryChasityDawes06/14/10 19:43View
Something Black and Violent...DavidJoshua Artful06/19/10 22:23View
Doctor Visiterinnic07/12/10 04:26View
Gabby Perdidevacantghost07/19/10 04:42View

postTopic Confession

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Kit RistowKit slips into church just before sunrise, and she looks like hell. Her hair is tied back in a scraggly ponytail, and there’s a hollowness to her eyes betraying more than a few nights spent missing sleep. With a sigh, she takes off the mask covering the lower half of her face, and underneath the fabric, highlighted by the rising sun through the stained glass windows, a bruise is beginning to form on her cheek.

When she stoops at the end of one of the rows, her motions are a little stiff; she makes the Sign of the Cross slowly, then slides into one of the rows, settling the kneeler on the floor with a clack that rings through the early morning silence. Her hand touches the bench, sets the mask down next to her before she kneels, bows her head, and begins to pray.

It’s almost half an hour before anyone shows up. There’s a noise in the back of the church, behind the altar, and then a figure emerges from the door and moves towards her along the shadows that still shroud the east side, sticking close to the wall.

She looks up, opening her eyes, and calls out tentatively. “I’m here for confession. . .are you. . .I mean, you are. . .?”

He chuckles softly and doesn’t answer, but motions with one hand towards the confessional. After a moment, she nods and stands, crosses herself again and follows towards the back of the room. He slips behind one door, and she opens the other, finds herself facing an old-fashioned grate. The bench is covered in worn velvet and ancient padding, and the smell of dust fills the chamber as she sits on it. She reaches for the door, pulls it shut with a click, then slides off the bench and kneels in front of the wall.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned; it’s been five months since my last confession. Kind of.” She looks up towards the grate, eyes wide. “Do angels even, count, Father?”

She sighs. “Okay. Then it’s been two-and-a-half years since my last confession.”

“Well, I can start, like, with the big stuff, or, um, with the small. . .” She wrings her hands, tugs at her sleeves. “It really. . .it really doesn’t [i]matter[/i] what order I do it in, does it?”

Her voice turns defensive. “I’m not nervous. I just. . .I just don’t know what to start with.”

“All right—all right. Um. . .I steal. Not—not like I used to, because I don’t—I don’t need to anymore. But I steal. I steal jerky, usually, if I can find it—I mean, just from stores or stuff, not from people who need it, you know? Um. . .sometimes medicines, too, because those are really hard to find, and the Guard and the Syndicate need them really badly.”

“I know I am—but, really. . .the justification is everything, isn’t it? I mean, motive’s [i]got[/i] to come in there somewhere. Otherwise, you’ve just got a bunch of. . .of rules with no meaning behind then, and it all stands for fucking [i]nothing[/i]. . .”

“Sorry. I know I’m in a church. So, um. . .stealing.” She bites her lip. “I’m also generally a bi—generally, not the nicest person to be around—but I’m trying. I’m not—I’m not sure exactly what kind of sin that is, so. . .I’m just putting it out there.”

“. . .how do you know that?” She closes her eyes, sighs. “Fine. Adultery.”

“With his [i]brother[/i]. God, why does it even matter?”

“. . .sorry. Yes. That does make it much worse. I was. . .I was confused, okay? I didn’t really know what was going on, and it only happened the once, and. . .and that—that’s an excuse, and I know it. I’m sorry.”

“Yes. He knows.”

“No, I wouldn’t do it again. . .” There’s a long pause and a deep breath. “Father? I’ve done something else.”

“I guess. . .I guess you get pretty good at telling these kind of things, don’t you? I’ve killed, Father.”

“. . .a long time ago. A year and a half ago. There was this man in the restaurant. He was manning it alone. And I thought—I thought that to bring him back, I had to. . .I had to prove myself.” Her voice softens, lowers. “To bring him back. For him.”

“He was a demon.”

“The one I was trying to prove myself to, not. . .not the man in the restaurant. He was human. And. . .I can make people feel what I want them to feel, Father. I don’t know how else to explain it. I can make people feel what I want them to feel, and I wanted him to feel fear. And so. . .I did.”

“. . .no, I didn’t scare him to death. Not exactly. I. . .I can use those feelings to take. To take the energy, to take the feeling. And. . .I mean, it feels good. Better than anything. Better than sex.” She laughs softly. “Not that you’d know.”

“. . .all right, then.” She turns a little red, looks down. “So, when he was scared. . .I touched him. Dazza tried to get help, but. . .they were too busy. And when I touched him, I took his life. I rode it. And he died. I threw his body to the sewers.”

Her voice turns hard when she answers. “What’s it matter? I didn’t do anything after.”

She closes her eyes. “. . .I went back. After. . .I realized what had happened. It’d only been a few hours, and I thought. . .I thought that maybe I’d been wrong, you know? But he was down there. . .his body was. There were two of the wolves there, and they were eating him.” A hollow laugh, and she wipes tears from her face. “Waste not, want not, I guess.”

“What did I do? I thought that maybe I could fix it, that I could undo it, you know? I tried—I tried to scare them off. I. . .I used a—I used fire to try to scare them away. They were just small, you know, not—you know, not Krank-sized.”

“No, it didn’t work. They charged and clawed me up pretty bad. Then I got knocked back into the rest of the sewers. The demons were starting to come through the portal, and. . .that would’ve been bad.” She looks down. “So I ran.”

“Maybe he [i]was[/i] alive when I threw him down there, you know? Maybe I didn’t do it, and they found him. But, I mean, even then. . .it doesn’t matter. Because they’re just acting according to their nature, and [i]I[/i] would’ve been the one to put him down there, you know?”

Her face turns white, and when she speaks again, there’s a note of something different in her voice, something suspicious and cold. “. . .no, I wasn’t acting according to my nature. [i]I[/i] knew better.”

“Yes, it felt good.” Her hands flex at her sides. “That’s not the point, I—”

There’s a long pause, and when she speaks, her voice is soft again, low. “Of course that’s what I want.”

Another pause. She bites her lower lip, lets it go slowly as she smiles. “Okay. But you’ll have to come out.”

Both booths open, and both figures walk out. She’s clad in leather and a rough, blue fabric, jeans and boots that reach more than halfway to her knees. He’s wearing black, head-to-toe except for the blaze of the roman collar at the front of his throat. His hair is salt-and-pepper grey, and his glasses sit slightly askew on his kindly, lined face.

He looks her up and down with a leering, appreciative smile, and, for a moment, something red flashes in his eyes. She steps forward, puts a hand on his chest, leans to him and raises so her cheek is next to his. He whispers in her ear, and she smiles, pulls back.

“Of course I can show you.” She grabs his shirt, pulls it up to un-tuck it, her smile turning into a manic grin. “I always did have a thing for priests.”

He laughs softly then, reaches out to touch the side of her face. Her eyes glow as he makes contact, as she reaches up his shirt and puts a hand against his chest. . .and then suddenly his other hand darts forward and grips her arm at the wrist, vicious and tight. She tries to jerk away, but he holds her fast, the hand trailing down across her chin and neck. Her eyes narrow and blaze bright, and she speaks, voice echoing off the walls of the church, the light casting shadows on his face.

“Adjūro te, serpens antīque, per jūdicem vivōrum et mortuōrum, per factōrem tuum. . .”

The priest suddenly growls and jerks away, letting her go; his face has turned a dappled yellow and brown, and a pair of dark horns part his hair, which is suddenly black. He draws back his lips to show pointed teeth. The girl raises her eyebrows. Smiles.

“Awesome.” He charges for her, and she sidesteps, vaults over one of the pews, grimacing as she does, then laughing as she lands. “That makes this so. . .much. . .easier.”

He rushes her again, but she’s ready. Her left hand drops to her side, comes up with a pistol. She gets off four shots, square at the chest, before he reaches her. He hits her with a tackle, sends her tumbling into the aisle. She lands on her back, and he sprawls forward, facedown, his upper body on her legs.

It takes her a moment to catch her breath, and then she kicks him off, stands and walks to his prone form, wincing and holding her shoulder. Bending down, she reaches for him, pulls him towards her, rolling him onto his back. He’s bleeding from the gunshot wounds, black blood oozing and pooling on a black shirt. She stands astride him for a moment, then lowers herself and straddles him at the hips, sitting on him and looking down at him with a tilted head. Her skin and eyes are glowing, pale and bright blue, and, where the sun hits her black hair, it shimmers red.

“Father. . .” She says the word with contempt, and no small measure of amusement. Her voice is soft now, melodious. “I don’ even want t’know how many people yeh’ve fucked this way. . .”

When he tries to respond, she reaches out and touches his throat. He falls silent, and she draws the hand away from his pulse. She brings it down his shirt, to the line of buttons running down the center, unfastening each of them with quick, practiced motions. After undoing it halfway, she slides her hand through the gap, brings her palm against his chest. The blood smears against her hand, stands in stark contrast to her skin. She smiles and leans closer to him, bangs falling on either side of his face, nearly touching him. Her voice drops to a whisper.

“. . .but I’m goin’ t’be th’ last.”

His eyes go wide as they lock on hers, and he screams. They echo through his church, fill the morning with sound, a low, bestial howl of pain and fear. She stays there, drinking it in. After a moment, her eyes close, and she arches backwards, sighing contentedly.

The screaming stops.

After a long, silent moment, she stands up, looming over his body. Slowly, dreamlike, she brings her hand up into her field of view, tilting her head this way and that as she regards it. Then she steps away, lowers the hand and wipes it on her jeans, leaving a black smear on the blue denim.

“Better’n sex.”

Kit grabs her mask from the pew, and then she’s gone.		02/26/09 01:39
Su PointeSuperb storytelling as always, Kit.02/26/09 03:51
MissyOh my goodness. That was almost better than sex Kit. And for ME to say that, well.. that should be an indication of how much I enjoyed that. Seriously wonderful. I absolutely LOVED the one-sided confession. It makes me wonder if this event really happened or if it was a product of Kit's mind. Beautifully done.02/26/09 07:13
LlyrThat was thirteen different shades of terrific, Kit. I'm loving how your character is evolving, and reconciling her Sidhe nature with her own essential personality.

A muchness of wow.		02/26/09 13:18
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