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Cain · (06-09-2014)

Amythyst stood at her window in her nightgown, staring down at the world below. She was actually quite upset. She'd not seen the father of her child in over a week. She never expected him to stay around. He was the Master of Pain. The man feared by one and all for his cruelty. Respected for his professional nature, though he was in the business of murder. He'd grown addicted to the thrill of the kill, long before he met her, and she knew it.

Suddenly, she saw blue and red flickering from the entrance of her apartment building. Cops. Or much worse really. Of course, she'd done nothing wrong. She was, in their eyes, the victim. The sound of heavy footfalls coming toward her door sent her spinning with a start. BANG BANG BANG! She stood there, frozen. All the lights except the tv were off, so aurely they knew she was asleep. She timodly waddled toward the door, feeling six months pregnant. She called out.

"Hold on a second! Who is this knocking at more door at threein the morning?"

"Miss Jennings, this is Agent Dukakis! Open the door!"

"What?! Why?! I haven't done anything!"

"Ma'am, your well being is in danger! Open the door, please!"

She gritted her teeth in frustration. What the hell was this guy talking about? And why make such a huge deal over it? After all, Cain hadn't even bothered her since the rape. But deep down, she wanted him. She slowly walked to the door, and opened it. Behind the door she saw three men in black suits. G-men, really. All identical. Dukakis barged his way in, gun held at the ready, as do his partners. Poor Misty was confused.

"Is HE here?!"

"Who?!"

"CAIN! WHERE IS HE, JENNINGS!"

He yelled into the face of the poor woman, who'd begun to cry.

"I...I...don't know. I haven't seen him in a week! Not since the night we made love!"

Dukakis scoffed.

"Bullshit, woman.That wasn't love. That was a rape, to impregnate a virgin. You! Now where...is...he. We heard he was here!"

"Look! I told you, I haven't fucking seen him since that night! Now leave!"

One of the identical G-men smirked. He was staring at her tits, like a dirty pervert.

"I don't appreciate this bitch's attitude, Dukakis. And you KNOW she's a lying whore who likes to be raped."

Dukakis chuckled. Meanwhile, an acrid black smoke had begun to seep from a closet door.

"Why don't you have a go at the slut then, Merrill? And after you're done, we'll let Lynch have a go."

"Wait...what?! You're supposed to be here to protect me! You can't rape me!"

"Bitch, we're the government! We do what we wa-"

Dukakis sniffed the air as the smoke got thicker.

"Ummm...did you leave the stove on?"

The sulphuric smoke materialized into a huge shadowy form behind the third G-man.

"Ummm...no...but I would suggest looking behind you."

She said to the third G-man. Who slowly turned around, mouth dropping open. The black smoke quickly filled the man's nose and mouth, and he began to cough and vomit furiously. Lungs hit the floor. Liver. Stomach. A pool of blood. The two G-men watched the third suffer and die. But he stood...his eyes closed as he turned around. He opened his eyes and they were as Cain's. Obsidian. An evil grin came across his face, and he raised the gun, quickly firing off a single shot toward the perverted Gman..dropping him with a single shot between the eyes.

"Yaaaaay! My baby's daddy is here!"

Dukakis cursed loudly.

"Fuck! You're gonna pay for that, freak!"

He opened up fire on the third Gman, three shots knocking him to the ground. Seemingly dead, the body laid there in the pool of his own entrails and blood. Dukakis whipped toward the woman, who smiled like a fucking chesire cat even as he held her at gun point.

"Those were my best men, you bitch! Fuck this, you're de-"

His eyes went wide as he felt his heart being squeezed by some invisble force. Like talons digging into the muscles, stopping it from pumping. Dukakis suddenly gurgled and fell to his knees, blood running from his eyes, nose and mouth. The life leaving his eyes. Misty just smiled and rubbed her belly, the claw marks on her neck burning. But in a way that gave her pleasure. Looking over the three gmen, she giggled insanely...

He'd marked her. His precense faded from her's.

He never dies.

-To Be Continued

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