The way her body molded to his own was like poetry.
She was like the lines of a paintbrush upon a canvas that could tell a forbidden story.
Her mouth moved to his shoulder, biting into it to savor the swell and feel of the englishman within her. She flipped her blonde mane back and she panted as he did rage in that familiar night song for the fourth time that night. She closed her blue eyes to the silent lucidity of the moment. His and her wounds stung and hurt, were bruised and cut open, branded by him was she and used almost completely. Once they came to a rest, Cyrus kissed on her neck and kept hold of her satin skin. Their bodies breathed against each other in harmony and it was a moment he got to see her softer side.. "You are...incredible."
He said into her ear as his forehead rested on her shoulder. He wasn't keen on moving for a few minutes at least, enjoying the comfort she brought him, even amongst the sea of red and pooling of fluids that had collected underneath of them.He could feel her heart pounding into his chest and she slowly pushed her lips into his arm and leaned back to look up at his face. Syd would grin gently, keeping it playful still as she looked between them to his "Syd" carved in return on his stomach bleeding into her belly.
"I would love to hear you explain this to Ryker.." She said
"Will be interesting to explain, but I see no harm in telling the truth."
"Truth can be hard on people. But anything worth doing will hurt someone." She said bluntly.
Cyrus admired her for a moment, entranced by her presence before him. She was always an idea, and now a tangible reality. It was as if he sensed himself in her and in her words. The darkness in her beauty attracted him.
"Truth always needs its day." He held her hand, kissing it briefly. She would take a soft breath and watch his reactions, they were seemingly interesting to her. It was her words that followed that made him briefly contemplate.
"So, now we have this..what do you want to do with it?"
She was direct and he could appreciate that. Cyrus would smile and look away for a brief moment, only to stare into those gorgeous blues. She was correct before, he knew one night wouldn't suffice. In fact, he knew that before she even arrived off the plane.
"I want to do whatever you are comfortable with. I may have a bit of an attachment, so I know I want you. Truthfully, I got a sense of who you were long ago and tried to seek it out in others because I couldn't have you, albeit unsuccessfully." He paused, somewhat in disbelief that he was revealing so much. "But what do you want is the important question." Her eyes seemed to soften now that she thought for a moment. She laughed a little and then looked to her name on his stomach and then back to her inner thigh bearing his mark. "What do I want? I wanted you to want me.. Isn't that complicated really, and now you do.. You tell me what you see happening and that is what we will do. Maybe something you can tell me, in the shower. I am very...dirty.."
"We can do that." He said as he got up and took her hand to help her to get up with him. The pair exited the room and made their way down the hall, entering the spacious bathroom.
"This place..is incredible, by the way. I can imagine England doesn't quite live up to America in finer things, hmm?"
"More opportunity here, love." He said as he hunched over and began running a bath.
"But I stayed in London, so plenty of history and fine architecture."
Once it was halfway, he took her hand and stepped in, sitting down so that she could sit between his legs. She smiled and then came closer and took his hand to follow into the water and she gingerly sat. The water was almost instantly a shade of deep rose red transparent between them. She hissed at her ass tore up by him in many cuts. "Mmm.." She would lean back into him, her hair gathering her blonde hair to one side, head nearly resting back into his chest.
"So, seems I need to tell you what Cyn didn't?" He asked, watching the red tint in the water around them.
"Appears so. I got a vague outline of what was expected..though the reasons for why, I did not."
Cyrus spoke low by her ear, kissing her neck and running water over her with his hands as he told. "Our short convos left me wanting more. I was always admiring from afar. Well, I was searching around for you a lot at one point, wanting to see what would spark. One day, you were gone, I missed my chance. Ever since, everything else has felt simple occupying, not fulfilling. I've always wanted you, and not like those other wankers...I mean, I really want you...all of you. I would always think of you, and to this day, that hasn't changed. You stirred something in me. That's what I want."
Sydney turned her head to him and she spoke, "I had admired much the same. But you had someone, just as you do now. If we had met other ways, I doubt this would have worked. You would have said you had a woman and been done with it. I hear you aren't without women wanting you. I like to be different. I don't want you.. You know that I do not need you. Just as you don't need me. We have a mutual interest..share mutual darkness..and now we are bonded.." She moved her head to look at him fully, as half her body turned too. "I don't want to ruin what you have.." She smiled a bit forced he could tell by reading her..The first time, she was not being honest in the entire night.
"I'm a very intelligent man, Sydney...I'm trained to tell when people are dishonest. You don't have to do me favors or tell me what you think I want to here. I just said I want you, and your reply wasn't honest. Your eyes give it away, no matter how mesmerizing they are. This is our time, so tell me..."
"It isn't what I think you want to hear..yet it is. I can see through you. Maybe I always have. I know your situation, I did my homework. Just as you have done yours on me for your own reasons. I know you aren't happy. I know that your were more excited to see me and do something outside of your vanilla life..then you have been in a long time. You aren't that good at pretending yourself. Do I think you are an asshole for being here while you have other attachments, no. Because they don't exist here..but you can't live here all the time and I will never ask you to. I came with every intention of walking away, because I haven't ever met a man I couldn't walk away from."
That was brutally honest and she continued..
"So it doesn't matter what I want..it matters what you want. This is your place, your desires, your night, and I am now a part of you. You can either walk away and enjoy the memory, or somehow keep me if only to make you feel anything at all."
Cyrus didn't speak for a few minutes. He was unsure if she'd believe his response, "And what if I gave it all up for you, who actually makes me happy? What if I prove I can be the man you can't walk from?"
Sydney looked down to his hands on her in the blood tinted water.
"Did she make you happy once? What is to say that I won't continue to make you happy? Then you find another..you are good at replacing things in your life. Believe me, I am too. My head would say you were a fool.. but I know that there is a deeper feeling happening here between us, Cyrus.”
"Listen Sydney, once upon a time I thought I was happy. She was my way to have some normality in my life. But, I realize that isn't obtainable for me. I'm not a picket fence, two story home kinda bloke.” He tightened his hold, hugging. "However, I know you feel what I do."
Sydney wet her lips, "I don't know what I want and I do not expect you to rearrange your life for me. If you do, it is because you want to.
Cyrus nodded. "I can understand that completely. I don't know, I get these thoughts...like, what if it moves beyond this? What if I were to want more?"
He knew he wanted her. Difference was, he wasn't used to being in the company of a woman like her. Most wanted to infiltrate and change him. She liked him as he was. Syd though wasn't going to admit to him that she had times of wondering about this moment.
"What would be beyond this? A mundane life like that you have now? Where you and I are together?" She laughed a bit. "Doesn't make much sense, does it? Cyrus laughed at the idea, knowing full well there's no such thing as mundane with her. "Absolutely not. Nothing with you would be mundane, and I myself won't allow it. I wouldn't let anyone less than astonishing carve into me. I'm proud of what you've done, and it'll be seen everywhere. The fact that you want the world to know only furthers how much I'm drawn to you." He examined the marks he had already left on her body, touching them and admired his work. "We live a way most can't imagine, and all I want is to search every method we enjoy...together."
Sydney nodded softly and she said softly, "Then I am yours. This is ours. And I look forward to you and I finding a new world together. But for now I must go.”
And she would abruptly grab her towel and wrap into it to prepare to leave him. He did the same only to share one last fleeting moment with her; An interesting goodbye. She knew what she was doing, denying him things. No kiss goodbye, no sense of attachment. She knew these things would plague the mind of a man like Cyrus now he found something worth playing with.
"I will see you again before I miss you. Of that I am sure.. Farewell, Cyrus Riddle." Sydney said opening her eyes and she turned to leave.
"See you soon, Sydney."
He watched her, wanting to chase but not wanting to offend. The way she danced in his head drove him mad and made him want her more, like dangling a steak in front of a lion. ‘Fuck’ was all he could muster for the moment, having no chaos to settle within him, no urges that needed immediately satisfied. However, his head was a storm...a beautiful storm. And just as she came at dawn, she was disappearing again at first light.
He didn’t find out until later that she had left him a post it on the fridge before leaving. It read:
I'm gone but am I really?
Today is the first day of a new life.
Enjoy your first taste of breakfast, and your first glimpse of the city below the windows.
Do not forget the taste of my blood. -LaRoux
He read the note with a smile, licking his lips. Before long, he made his way to the window and peered down at Central Park as light extinguished the darkness. He felt a new sense about himself, and the day surely felt better already. Although her physical presence was not there, he couldn't help but wonder when the next time would be.
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“How many of you miserable, system controlled cunts could actually say in earnest that they are alive?”
Footsteps begin to echo through the empty hospital corridor, apparently abandoned. The walls, riddled with graffiti and what is presumably blood shaped into a pentagram is easily seen with the eyes. However, it's the subtle nightmares that are more testing to the vision. The minimal cracking in the floor, the various nail marks running down the walls which have been masked by the spray paint, and the vast array of missing tiles that are only spotted once the focus isn't on the muscular and tattooed, bald gentleman approaching the camera.
“I'm sure you believe you do. You wake up and breathe, going about your day of routine as if you are accomplished. But you fail to see that you repeat this day after day. Congratulations, you've systematically lost the war, and true freedom remains caged. I've been there, but I never gave up the fight.”
Cyrus approaches closer, stopping and lifting up his shirt to reveal a carving into his stomach that reads “SYD.”
“This is when I was brought back to life. A woman who was a long time admirer of mine, and I of hers, found her way into my life through a mutual friend, and we exchanged carvings. It was random, it was freeing, and it was deep. We weren't even sure we would end up together, and now we are married. But, we are free. We do as we please together, whenever we wish, and wherever we please. We take what's ours, we take matters into our own hands, and we understand the importance of true unity. A solidarity that's needed when it comes to being part of a team. As it just so happens, my cousin has answered the call and we are back to our ways in the ring as of this week.”
A smirk and rub of hands follow Cyrus’ words before he looks up and over to the wall in a very methodical and obscure manner.
“Blood, violence, possible cessation of life. These are concepts of mine that I never introduced to PWF when it was around, and now I bring that, and the actualized Cyrus Riddle to CQC. You've seen the Archetype, now you will experience The Impaler. I'll make Vlad look like a Cullen after I flood the areas with crimson life force from my opponents in newly formed orifices. I'm not one to play games unless it's to aid in the destruction of one's psyche and physical well being. I've grown tired of flash and pizzazz, opting to trade in for darkness and despair instead.”
“My wife assisted in bringing the best of that out in me, I am eternally grateful for her. For without her, I would have remained shelved with burns and head trauma from my 4CW departure. I would have become the very loser to freedom as you all are, and I couldn't embrace who I truly am. And now, we venture into this tag team tournament and battle royal to claim what's ours. Even a wench who just finished her third drink with Bill Cosby would have the coherence to tell you that Chris Michaels and Cyrus Riddle run this fucking show!”
A sinister laugh escapes the Englishman and runs his fingers along the wall.
“To remain idle is to wither away, and to progress is to evolve. I evolve, always have and always will. Once Chris and I run through tag team action against a former criminal and a hick from Tennessee, we will run through the entire field in the main event. It's only fitting. Wannabe criminals and country music parodies bring nothing to the table. Not when they are up against family, and two of the most uninhibited, unfiltered, and violent mother fuckers to ever grace this business. This is our world, we play by no rules, and we execute on our own orders. The rest of you are at our mercy, and once admitted, you will be better off.”
Cyrus takes a switchblade from his pocket and begins to carve into the wall.
“And, just to keep everything into perspective for all of you, I command you to remember one thing.”
Cyrus turns and walks away after pointing to the wall and the camera follows to reveal what was carved. He throws his two finger salute in the air behind him as the camera zooms in to see the words “Everything Dies.”