Deranged .:Play:.

Jason chose to focus on reality more than the kiss. His heart still thudded deep within his chest making loud echoes in which the words were almost drown out in. It was perfection, really. She wasn't mad...or sad...or trying to kill him. And well he...he was happy as could be, happier than he'd probably ever been in this damned place even high off of every drug one could think of. Lips tilted upward as the woman kissed him briefly before leaning up his eyes slowly moved over her facial features, taking in the soft edges, her prominent cheek bones and the bright sapphire orbs which seemed to see into his soul..His soul which he was not sure existed until one look from her. What did the kissing even mean? She'd kissed him first and yet he only wanted more, and more. Could there be more? Of course not. They were friends and this was all that could be aloud between the two.
Taking in a very faint breath Jason wondered momentarily what Emma was thinking but chose not to question instead placing a quick kiss on her chin. "tell me if it hurts" vocals were low, husky as he still found himself breathing slightly deeply. Leaning up off of Emma he stood and slowly grabbed one of the strips of fabric dipping it into the cold water he took in a quiet breath and then slid the particles between her breasts where a whip had left it's mark. Being careful as not to touch the woman with his hand he only looked at the areas which were torn or injured, focusing on one injury at a time in order not to 'look' at the big picture. Heart slowly calmed in the boys chest as he gently slid the fabric along the soft pale skin only once he was done did eyes flicker to Emma offering a faint crooked smile. "Not so bad?" he said slowly eyebrow raising as he leaned down inorder to put the fabric in the water. Heart slowed down in Jason's chest eyes moving over Emma's body slowly before taking in a deep breath and leaning down he pressed a slow kiss at the base of her neck before trailing soft kisses down her chest ending at her breast where he took her nipple between lips and lightly pulled.



Reiia's cheeks grew to be a soft rosy shade as she blushed listening to the words. It tickled? Mmm. So he was ticklish. Tongue ran over lips slowly watching him in the darkness wishing to see his facial features, his smile, his lovely smile which constantly brought her to reality with one glance. Ahh, is this really reality? It is so...peaceful. Wonderful really. Slowly her finger began it's soft movements on the boy's torso as he added on to her 'nick name' mmm. Beauty? Like beauty and the beast...in this case he'd be the beauty and she the beast.
A low giggle ran through the female's lips, she loved the sound of this...her own little private, joke. Yes. And so funny it is. Lips shifted into a girlish grin as he repeated the words yet again, he was her friend. Oh yes, finally a friend... How she enjoyed his company too. Admittedly she'd been a wee bit afraid earlier in the day when he had begun to kill the guards...but she could not blame him, he was being a protector. Like she when she realized he needed her. Need... just an interesting word. Did he really need her in anyway? Or was it just a word which had built up in her head. Hmm. nudging into his torso as fingers slowly ran through her hair a small almost purr ran through lips, happy. So happy she was it was unreal, happiness had never been a 'thing' in her life. Not a factor...necessity. Nothing, yet now in the darkness she was slowly becoming calm around the boy. Did she trust him? Maybe...he was so perfect after all. As Marco's voice trailed Reiia's eyes flickered over him in the darkness tongue trailing lips as an idea came to mind. "You're ticklish..." she breathed against the skin of his torso slowly her fingers stopping their movements as a an almost excited smile pulled to lips, lifting herself up quickly she sat on his lower torso fingers finding a nice place on his ribs and beginning their movement, giggling quietly as she tried to tickle the boy now beneath her.

((he's right, she's not crazy. She's f'ckin insane. xD))

Jason tried to cover his ears as she yelled at him. "I'm sorry...that's all that I am" he said over and over listening to her yells the blood fell from his back in pools, excruciating pain numbed it all yet his heart felt swollen and worn. Slowly eyes moved up widening in the slightest manner...he was like the rest. All the rest. God why was he such an ignorant bastard? Head shook slowly as the words 'I'm sorry' continued from his lips only once she'd called him daddy did his eyes widen. He was as bad as those men... Feeling broken brown eyes slowly moved up "Emma no!" the cry rang through the room as he fumbled from the floor almost falling into the bed the blood poured from her arm quickly...so quickly. Stopping the boy's eyes widened, staring. She was apologizing. Good lords why was she apologizing to him? Was he really so sick that she believed it was her fault. "N...no. it's my fault Emma, hate me" he whispered grabbing the sheets from the bed he moved toward her wrapping it tightly around her bleeding wrist. "Emma please stop" the words were a plea as he grabbed the knife from her, throwing it to the floor. Eyes closed slowly grabbing the wrest of the sheet he quickly wrapped it around Emma like she was a child, pulling her against his chest and rocking slowly. "Emma come back" he said slowly tears had began to fall from his eyes now as he tried to bring her back, he would never forgive himself for this. Could never forgive himself for this. He was scum, a monster...He betrayed her trust and didn't even know what he was doing. Ignorant boy.

Reiia's heart beat frantically within her cavity cage as he returned the kiss her lips curved into a smile slowly allowing her fingers to move through the soft dark locks of ebony, they were still damp and cooled her now strangely hot fingers. For once Reiia felt happy...he cared for her and this was something she'd never truly known, nothing she'd truly felt and now it was time to bask in the glow the happiness which came from a simple peck on the lips. Eyes flickered open slowly as she felt his rougher hands against her slim waist wiggling slightly in excitement she brought her lips from his to watch him in the darkness, seeing only the outline of his facade yet it brought comfort to her, he was here. Maybe he would stay unlike the others...was it possible? Remembering earlier that day when the boy had been in the cage she was scared...then he'd killed all the guards. He was scared, he was fighting and god was he strong. Stronger than her any day. Lips spread with happiness glad that'd she'd felt good enough this morning to approach him, steal the already stolen bottle. The smartest thing she'd done in a very long time. Or maybe it's not so smart. Beast. You'll hurt him. Break him. Destroy everything in your path...or we will. Blinking slowly his question met audits..what were they? What could he possibly mean...they were in an Asylum, what could they be. Seeing the grin even within the darkness metallic voids moved over his facial features, thumb slowly sliding along his jaw. "I thought you said we were friends, pretty?" vocals were soft the curiosity within them seemed to shine through like a flame Reiia felt a slow blush pull to cheeks as she was still ontop of him and beneath the sheets...well. A new beam of curiosity lit up the girl and a light giggle ran through lips leaning down to kiss the boy's nose slowly "what would you like to be" she breathed

Jason's lips pressed into a line. He couldn't answer that question. He couldn't answer because no matter what he said it would be the wrong one. Eyes closed slowly jaw tightening as Jason's head shook slowly. "I'm sorry I don't know why I did it... you were just being so nice and I...i don't know" forcing his eyes down the boy tried to even his breathing, he couldn't control his heart rate or thoughts eyes slowly moving to the bloody white sheet. "You didn't do anything Emma. it was me" he breathed slowly whispering 'I'm sorry' over and over eyes remaining on the sheets.

Reiia's eyebrow raised at the new nickname a giggle running through her lips as she looked up at Marco head shifting ever so slightly to the side and lips tilted upward into a grin. For once someone was ontop of her and she didn't mind, she'd put him there. Taking in a soft breath the girl calmed her laughing before taking in a long exaggerated breath, arm lifting to trail her fingers over his jaw. "Princess, I thought I was beauty?" her vocals were soft with a slight teasing tone and though he'd changed her nickname yet again she couldn't think of an inside joke for this one.. Thinking of what she knew about princesses she wished to debate. She was not beautiful, nor proper. Or perfect, and an over sized fluffy gown would probably make her look like a bird.

Jason leaned his torn back against the wall listening to her words and after a long moment taking in a deep breath. Was this her speaking... or someone else? Did she really want him to love her after he'd done such a thing. God he'd wanted todo it every fiber of him wanted her to feel how he did, wanted her to like it. But why had he done it still? He knew better...he truly should know better anyway. Taking in a low breath of air he contemplated the words in his head before looking down at her completely stripped on his new clean bed. The guards had forced her clothes off of her just for the two of them to make love. Because they wanted to watch..He didn't want them to see Emma naked. Her body so thin, still damaged from the days activities, so pale and yet beautiful the ivory shade of her skin was. All of her was beautiful and he just couldn't piece together why he'd hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her again. Slowly the boy barely nodded. Did he love her? He cared for her...that's for sure. And the thought of never touching her burnt something unwanted deep into his body? "I do" he murmured eyes meeting those of a deep blue for a second

Reiia felt as he pressed against her suddenly realizing his entire lower portion was bare her cheeks heated ever so slightly but she only deepened the kiss her legs coming up off of the bed as fingers trailed through the thick dark locks on his head. Her heart was racing trapped in her chest as they kissed but slowly she unlocked their lips looking at him in the darkness her breathing was low and in small deep breaths as eyes moved over his canvas though the darkness his almost everything. Why did she like this so much? Why was her heart racing. Something within her wanted to move closer, to give the guards their 'interesting' but no...this was interesting to her, baffling even. The feelings which corrupted her mind were nothing like anything before. Even past relationships she'd never been cared for during what ever time she had away they would usually hurt her..cheating, lying. Human nature. She didn't even know Marco well. She hadn't even known him for twenty four hours and yet she'd called him her prince..Oh, but he is a prince. Handsome, strong, caring. Despite his scars she knew he cared for even his demons killed to protect her. Lips shifted upward as Reiia and caught her breath slowly she ran her hand over Marco before laying back into the pillows for once they felt soft to her touch maybe it was because the pain she'd been in today, or maybe because it wasn't her feeling them but what ever joy was inside of her. Watching him the girl allowed her fingers to trail over the thin fabric wishing to touch the soft skin. Just as the thought a loud buzzing echoed through the room and the lights flickered on, dim but too-bright for Reiia's eyes caused her to blink quickly.

Jason moved closer needing not to be told twice as his lips met Emma's moving closer to her he gently spread her legs before softly pressing a kiss to her chin. "I love you" he murmured before easing into the woman. It felt good, right. He wasn't being forced to, she wasn't being forced to. They each wanted it and that was something he'd never really experienced like this. It was right, not wrong and in every way possible he was happy. Hands slowly slid along Emma's soft skin careful of her areas which were still worn and pained he didn't want to bring her any pain, only pleasure and the happiness he felt.

Reiia watched him slowly her teeth grazing lower lip before leaning up and pressing her lips to his in a quick, light kiss. She soon turned him over on the bed to where she hovered ontop of him, lowering herself she softly sat on his thin hard torso looking down into his lovely dark eyes, what was he thinking exactly.. "you're tired.." she murmured the words her head shifting to the side as thumb slid along Marco's stubble on his chin. He needed to rest he'd had such a long day. Slowly the room was growing colder from the snow outside and with the new found chill came goosebumps moving over Reiia's canvas. Pulling up the sheet over his legs and over her shoulders she draped it lightly on her, head shifting to the side in order to watch him, wishing she could read his mind and know just what he was thinking. Did he still need her? Was he as happy as she... and why did he think her to be beautiful. Such a silly words to use toward a girl battered and covered in scars. Silly.

Jason moved back grimacing as her foot met his ribcage, careful not to stab her with the needle still in his hands jaw tightened. "Emma" he said but she had already slowly realized it was him. Taking a slow breath he kissed the flesh of her side. "I'm almost done" the lyrics slowly penetrated pressed lips as he focused yet again on moving the thread in and out of the thin skin, grimacing every now and then, he knew it hurt her but it needed to be closed it was much deeper than the other wounds, hopefully after the stitches she could rest. Slowly dark eyes moved over Emma's torso and he took in a breath, nodding because he had finally finished. "I'm done" he breathed looking at her worry in his eyes.


Reiia's clouded eyes slowly moved up seeing that Marco was shaking...why? Fear ran through her moving toward the bed in the dark metallic voids slowly shifted over his canvas. "Marco..." she breathed but there was no response. He was shaking...so much. The bed was even moving beneath him slowly Reiia put her hands on each side of his shoulder, shaking slowly. "Marco" she said louder the words almost a plea as tears filled her eyes climbing ontop of him she shook the man over and over tears once more falling down her cheeks. "Wake up!" she screamed now.

Jason's eyes widened slowly. What the hell was she talking about? How could she possibly know that she was pregnant already...Her momma, which momma? Was she ever here right now, did she knew what she was saying. Blue eyes seemed to zone out as the young man listened to the words, each one running through his mine in attempts to understand. "I...i don't know how you would feel it if you were" he murmured slowly teeth grazing lower lip. How could it be possible anyway They'd only just slept together any there was no way anyone could no. Not her, not even doctors. Eyes flickered to the wound on her torso...was this causing the strange pain? If she had been pregnant the knife would have no doubt cut into the uterus or the womb. Would they kill the child...or torture it in this place? Jason slowly looked over the woman her makeup which covered her face in dark clouds, lines going down the soft features of her facade. Thankful now that he was a man and such things were not done to him the man took in a low breath. Watching the nicotine stick hand from Emma's lips he slowly lit his own inhaling the room filled with smoke as the boy moved trying to find something for Emma to wear, anything to help cover her and bring some type of warmth.

Within the darkness the pressure finally stopped, her neck slowly being let go of. Fading in and out of the reality the woman wished to avoid her eyes slowly flickered open. Breaths didn't come easy...incase it was quite possibly the most painful thing about this experience. Marco had tried to kill her...why did he stop. Hearing only one word Reiia tried to lean up the blood in her face slowly becoming white the purple hue fading from her features. The words 'I'm sorry' met audits and the woman tried to move her fingers curling up on the bed. Before the blonde even knew it the man was gone and she was alone. Slowly lifting herself from the bed tears filled Reiia's obrs vision slowly setting around the room before stopping on the still open door. Where was Marco going...he was sleep walking and trying to kill her? All she really knew was he'd just almost tried to kill her...just like her vision. Knowing full well her neck would probably be really bruised later on she forced herself from the bed stumbling toward the wall she landed on her knees too-light headed to go any further so instead she attempted to breath. Only once her breathing had evened and she could see everything before her Reiia slowly stood up and made her way to the door grabbing the cancer sticks her fingers moved over the halls as she walked toward the end, the hallway light dimming ever so slightly with each step, flickering on and off as Reiia found the doors and peered into the snowy night. Slowly slipping out and staring at Marco.