Perdition-Last Chance [Open, but you MUST read the OOC before hopping in]

[Drobabes]

"Toby."

He gave her an especially delicious thrust as she whispered his name, slowing a little to grind against her heat. He hadn't felt this amount of lust in years and her sweet voice almost tipped him over the edge. It was time, he couldn't wait anymore.

He kissed her soft and sweet, continuing a slow and steady rhythm to bring her back from the edge just a little. Then, using his strength to keep her impaled on his thick cock, he turned them both over so that she lay underneath him. He kissed her again, moaning into her sweet lips as he ground against her.

"Wrap your legs around me.."

As she complied, he reached above her and entwined her fingers with his own, then he began to thrust with a new vigor. Panting and moaning, the sound of her juices squishing between them drove him into a frenzy, and with each tight squeeze from her pussy he felt himself growing closer and closer to blowing his load into her.

"Darla you feel so fucking good..."

 

[Poprockz]

The hard thrust he made almost sent her to climax, but just after, his slowed thrusts coaxed her off the edge. Darla wanted release so badly, but was glad that she was at least holding out a bit so that the encounter could be prolonged. Who knew if he would be at all interested in her after this, having already tasted her fruit.

His lips were so soft as he kissed her, and she reveled in the feeling of his sweet affection. It almost made her feel alive again, and her lips returned his tenderness gladly. It was at that point that she felt him shift under her, suddenly pushing her to the side on her back and rolling on top. The warm fur blankets on the bed felt so soft on her skin and the change in position also changed the angle at which his member drove deeply into her wet heat. She couldn’t get her legs around him fast enough, locking her ankles as he kissed her once more.

She had always wanted to rent a cabin and snuggle with a lover in the mountains, having a vacation filled with sex, warmth, and good company. His room made her feel like she was almost having that dream fulfilled as she lay there on the bed with an attentive man between her legs.

Darla felt his hands find hers while the pace of their love-making suddenly picked up. He was ready to plow her hard, and she loved every second of it. Her legs squeezed him each thrust, trying to get him as deep as possible. She gasped and moaned loudly, her round breasts bouncing from his vigorous movements. Darla felt like she was being consumed by the pleasure of his movements, her wet pussy contracting more and more as her body started to tense.

“You feel... amazing!” She gasped in between ragged moans. “Toby... yes! Don’t stop! Please! I’m going to cum... I’m-I’m-“ she let out a loud cry and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts up as she squirted. Her legs trembled even as she was still tightly wrapped around his waist. Waves of bliss radiated through her and she shuddered beneath him.

Part of her was a bit embarrassed at having squirted at the intensity of her orgasm. Some guys assumed that she had lost control and relieved herself, when that was absolutely not the case. For that reason, she tried to control herself whenever possible, but it just wasn’t feasible with his big cock pounding her so hard.

 

[Drobabes]

He couldn't get enough of her sweet moans and little gasps. Each hot breath they blew drove him closer and closer to the edge. Try as he might to make it last, he doubted he could hold out much longer.

“Toby... yes! Don’t stop! Please!

He pounded harder, adjusting his legs slightly so he could drive deeper into her. The raw animalistic lust was driving him into a frenzy, and suddenly he found himself moaning and calling her name.

"Darla, Darla fuck hunny, fuck!"

"I’m going to cum... I’m-I’m-“

He knew exactly what was happening as he felt the hot splash of her juices soak his balls and it sent him over the edge with her, chasing his own orgasm as he pounded her hard and fast, driving into her as far as her luscious body would let him go.

"Fuck! Cumming!"

He gave one final hard thrust, then he held himself there, feeling her wet and sopping pussy spasming around his cock. He couldn't control the grunts and moans of pleasure as wave after wave hit him hard.

When at last he had no more to give her sweet pussy, he simply held himself inside of her and panted, trying to catch his breath. Similar to the first time he came, he laid his forehead on her neck, taking in her sweet scent mixed with the smells of their lovemaking.

 

[Poprockz]

She whimpered in pleasure when he made his final thrust, feeling him flooding her insides with the result of his desire. It felt so satisfying to know that he had cum with her, both of them having their own carnal needs satisfied by one another. The sounds of his groans were so erotic, his voice thick with pleasure between his ragged breaths.

When he had been spent, she panted softly, her chest rising and falling gently. She simply laid on the bed with him, intertwined and moist with the sweat of their vigorous session. Her head lifted and she planted an affectionate kiss on the top of his head before laying her head back down. Her eyes closed and she basked in the warmth of his embrace; she had hooked up with a couple different people in Perdition, but he was by far the best she had been with and the one who had made her cum the hardest. That was nice, but it was the chemistry they had that made it exciting.

"Thank you... that was the most fun I've had since I got here." She smiled, her hands still softly locked with his. Darla assumed he was done for the night, especially since by now the alcohol was probably hitting him pretty hard.

 

[Drobabes]

"Mm, thank you."

He pulled himself out of her and untangled their bodies, but stayed close, choosing to curl up beside her on the bed and laying a hand on her soft stomach.

"That was the most fun I've had in years."

He let's his eyes roam over her face, a soft contented smile still lingering on his lips. The smell of her still filled his senses and he wanted nothing more than to pull her close to his chest and spoon her from behind, but the alcohol was taking it's toll and he found himself growing more and more tired by the second.

"Maybe in the morning-"

A long yawn interrupts what he is trying to say, and he brings his hand up to cover his mouth as he finishes.

"Mm, maybe in the morning I can show you what a cowboy can really do."

Man it was hard to keep his eyes open. The crackle of the fire and her sweet scent were lulling him quickly into a deep sleep.

 

[Poprockz]

A little bit of cum leaked out of her as he withdrew himself, and a satisfied sigh left her lips as he re-positioned himself into a more comfortable position next to her. She hadn't expected his hand on her stomach, but it felt so nice, almost like a comforting reminder that he was still there beside her.

Darla giggled as he was interrupted by his own yawn, her suspicion confirmed that he was fighting a losing battle to the booze inside him. "Maybe you will," was her simple answer. She watched as his eyelids drooped and before long, he was sound asleep. Her gaze went to the ceiling as she listened to his soft breaths. He had a rough day, dying and ending up in a purgatory filled with grey landscape and vicious people; it was only natural that he would be tired even without the alcohol.

As her eyes went to him, she wondered if he would still be the same in the morning. Once the booze wore off and the reality of his situation hit him, would he still be the charming cowboy she knew? There was also the matter of the morning after. Each person she had slept with in her life (barring people she was actually dating) had always treated her awkwardly in the morning. It was as though the lust had fizzled away and they simply didn't know how to tell her to leave without hurting her feelings. Darla considered sneaking out, going back to her own room and preventing them from having to do that same dance, but she was tired too.

Her own eyes closed softly and she turned onto her side toward him, scooting closer so that she was nestled against his chest. His arm was adjusted to simply drape around her waist, and she settled into stillness. Whatever the case might be in the morning, it would be worth it for the comfort and peace she felt right before she fell asleep.

 

[Drobabes]

Slowly throughout the night the fire died down until there nothing left but some smoldering embers. The temperature of the room cooled with the fire until it was cold enough to shift under the warm blankets.

When Toby woke up in the morning, there was a window that he hadn't noticed the night before. A soft drizzle made trails down the glass, and for a long while he just lay there entranced by both it and the soft even breaths coming from Darla.

A lot had happened, and his mind was still in a kind of daze. He had a slight hang over, and when he itched his face he could feel his stubble growing out. He needed to take care of that, but for the few moments of early dawn, he didn't care.

Was he actually dead? Or had it all been a drunken hazy dream? He believed that he had been shot, and maybe dumped in another town. His brain even tried to set aside the solid fact that he should be in the hospital with a gaping hole in his stomach, by thinking that perhaps he had simply lost his memories of being in the hospital. Maybe he had been drugged up, healed, and then he...what, escaped? Wouldn't be the first time.

His arm gave Darla a gentle squeeze, trying not to wake her, before he carefully climbed out of bed. He hadn't planned on the night leading to what it did, but he had always been the type to live in the moment more than the future. Now as he looked down at her beautiful sleeping form, and his brain having halfway convinced him that he wasn't infact dead, he wondered what it might be like to spend a little more time with her after he got done with what he needed to get done. Who knows, maybe she could help him heal the terrible bleeding wound in his heart?

Little did he know, Perdition wasn't about to let him forget where he was...

Across the room, towards the back where he hadn't really looked around, he found a door that led to a large bathroom. He shaved quickly, found some scissors to give himself a rough, but shorter hair cut, then hopped in the shower.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla slept like the dead, only moving when he had adjusted the covers for them. In the morning, the first thing she heard as she surfaced into consciousness was the sound of the shower. She stretched, her arms coming up above her head head as the covers slipped down one of her breasts to expose her a little. After a yawn, she glanced at the window, seeing that the dreary rain of Perdition was still going strong.

Partly due to her expectations of him running out on her, she felt a bit disappointed that she hadn't woken up early enough to enjoy waking next to his sleeping form. She reached over and gently pet the soft furs where he had been beside her before letting her arm simply relax on the bed.

She didn't want to leave, didn't want to get up and go back to her room or back to the bar yet. This time, she would pretend to be asleep until he left, letting them both part on amicable terms. Maybe she would even find him again later on and have another night of passion-filled activities. It would certainly give her something to look forward to.

The woman closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, actually dozing a bit as she waited.

 

[Drobabes]

Feeling fresh and clean, and a little frisky despite the hangover, Toby dried quickly and tied the towel around his waist. Seeing her still sleeping in his bed, a strange sort of feeling filled his chest. It wasn't love, something a little more akin to affection, and definitely highlighted with a twinge of desire.

A mischievous grin twists his lips, and he quietly sneaks over to the bed. Gently and carefully he climbs up over her beautiful form, slowing at her chest, then lowering his head near her neck.

He waits until the exact moment that she opens her eyes, then he dips down to her neck and gives her a loud, wet rasberry, trying his hardest to tickle her as he does so.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla heard him come out of the shower, assuming he was clothed and ready to leave. She heard him trying to sneak out and thought he was doing so toward the door. However, she soon was surprised as she felt the bed give a bit from his weight, his body crawling up so that he was hovering over her. What was he doing? Darla wanted badly to look and see, but maybe he was just taking one last look before taking off.

Then she heard nothing and felt nothing, which went on for several moments. Eventually, she couldn't stand it anymore and opened her eyes to look, not even registering that he was so close until she felt the raspberry, his lips trying to tease her body. Her neck was sensitive and therefore ticklish; if she had any siblings, they would have exploited this weakness at a young age.

She writhed underneath him and giggled uncontrollably, "Toby! You bastard!" Darla laughed, meaning her words in a playful way.

 

[Drobabes]

Her thrashing and giggling only spured him on. He catchers both her hands and pulls them up over her head, then traps them there with one of his hands, using his other hand to glide down her sides, lightly tickling as he goes, trying to find exactly which spots would make her twitch and jump.

When she can't seem to handle it anymore, he let's her go and sits up, still keeping her some what pinned under his wait.

"G'mornin Ms.Darla."

He's got a very innocent look on his face, as if he's done nothing at all wrong.

 

[Poprockz]

The way he pinned her wrists was so sexy, and yet in this context she couldn't fully enjoy it due to his mischievous assault on her sensitive skin. Squirming and wiggling seemed to do no good as his lips continued to tease her neck while his free hand traveled downward. However, she couldn't stop moving and giggling, her eyes watering from his playful movements.

"Mercy!" she gasped, giggling more and then sighing as he stopped. Her arms were released, but the well-built man was still on top of her.

She pretended to pout, making it obvious that it was simply for show. "Waking a woman up like that... I ought to teach you a lesson." They were bold words considering he was practically sitting on her. Her deep blue eyes betrayed her amusement, her golden hair pooled around her. Her thrashing had pulled the covers completely off her torso, so her breasts could be seen rising and falling as she caught her breath.

 

[Drobabes]

His cock was growing under the towel, the sight of her bringing back a flood of hot memories from the night before.

"Waking a woman up like that... I ought to teach you a lesson."

He leans down over her and grinds his erection into the blankets covering her warm heat.

"Oh please do..."

His lips find hers, the kiss fresh and clean and lacking the smell of alcohol like the night before. A low grumbling noise leaves his throat as he deepens the kiss, then pulls back to look at her. He was intent on ravishing her luscious body once more, but something to the right of the bed catches his eye.

Right next to the bed, on a little nightstand that he could have sworn wasn't there the night before, sat an old fashioned telephone.

Toby gives it a look, looks back to Darla, then back to the phone. His spirits still seem to be high as he lets out a chuckle and reaches for it.

"What have we here? What are we going to do with a phone in this place, huh? Call for room service?"

He picks it up and puts it to his ear before Darla has a chance to say anything.

"Hello, room service?"

He looks at her as he talks, giving her a wide toothy smile as he continues to be playful.

"I would like to order a bottle of yer'finest strawberry wine for the lady, and-"

Something in him seems to change as the smile drops from his face. Suddenly he looks cold, and he loses the color in his cheeks. With a small crackle in the background, words can be heard coming from the phone, loud enough for Darla to hear as well.

"Toby?"

It was a little girls voice, very young and very afraid. Then there was crying. Soft mews and hiccups and what sounded like a dog whining.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He recognized the sound of his own voice, so high and squeaky at only ten years old, but his own voice nonetheless.

"Toby..." More crying from the little girl.

"He hurt me Toby. He-"

He slammed the phone down hard on it's receiver, the sound of it like the crash of thunder on a peaceful night. He didn't want to hear the next words the little girl had to say; he already knew them all too well.

When he collects himself enough to speak, he is shaking and it all but comes out as an angry whisper.

"What the fuck was that?"

 

[Poprockz]

Darla felt her loins stir as he grinded against her, the woman's mouth eagerly accepting his as he leaned down to her for a kiss. She never wanted it to stop, but knew it had to if she wanted to feel him between her legs once more.

He drew back and she smiled, but her eyes soon followed his to the nightstand and the telephone. She had been there long enough to know that when things seemingly appeared for no reason, that there was a very specific reason in store. Her face fell and she narrowed her eyes nervously.

She felt a pit in her stomach and got a bad feeling about it. When he looked to her, she shook her head slightly, trying to tell him to leave it alone. It was like she couldn't find the words to warn him, couldn't prevent Perdition from making it abundantly clear that he wasn't going to be allowed the luxury of forgetting the demons of his past.

Darla's eyes widened as he picked it up, her body tensing under him as she waited with baited breath for what would be heard on the other end. It could have been screams, the sounds of gunshots, but she didn't expect to hear a younger version of himself as well as a young girl. Who hurt her? How had she been hurt? Honestly, Darla didn't want the answers to these questions. She didn't want to know what kind of horrible things had changed that little girl's life.

She jumped as he slammed the receiver down, shrinking under his seething gaze. "Toby. I-I don't ... it's yours. I don't know what it is." Darla looked at him, a bit of fear in her eyes. The shoe had dropped and now he wasn't his charming self. When she was newer here, she had been with a new guy who had been in denial. They had been kissing and getting ready for other things near the window when he had glanced into the corner and paled.

He had turned violent, shoving Darla out the window to her death... until she woke up in her room. She never saw him again, but she was glad for that. Even though one was in purgatory, the fear of the final death never left anyone. Their hearts still beat quickly and their breath still caught in their throats as hers did now.

 

[Drobabes]

"What do you mean mine?"

He was angry, but not at her. The wound in his heart had been torn wide open and the confusing riddles of this place only added to the bleeding fear spilling out.

Suddenly he was off the bed, dropping the towel on floor and searching for his clothes. He didn't bother with the shirt, just pulled his pants up quick and threw his jacket on loosely. He left the hat but grabbed his boots, too caught up in a flood of emotions to care about how he looked.

"I think I...I think I need to take a walk. You can stay here if you want."

He doesn't wait for a reply, just strides over to the door, swings it open, and makes his exit. If the goons from the night before happen to be waiting, they were going to be finding themselves on the other end of a bad nightmare and a strong knuckled fist.

The black hat, left perched on the end of the bed in his hurry to get his clothes on, suddenly vanishes.

 

[Poprockz]

She had no words for him, anything she might have said caught in her throat. She was torn between fear, empathy, and pity. Darla wanted to reach out and comfort him, but it seemed like he needed something she couldn’t provide.

The door closed after him and she didn’t even notice the hat fading with him. She sighed and got up from the bed, going to the bathroom and using his shower to clean herself, getting the cum out from between her legs. It was hot and steamy, and it helped soothe her stress. Soon she stepped out and toweled off, putting on all of her clothes but the pair of panties. They were soaked with her juices, and he probably wouldn’t mind if she left him a souvenir. She made the bed and left it in the corner of the bed before opening the door cautiously.

No one was in the hall, so she was able to find her own room. After finding a purple thong, she redressed and headed out, wanting some coffee and a good breakfast. She wandered downstairs to the bar and “ordered” her food which ended up being scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. The woman could be seen munching on it in the booth at which they had shared a couple drinks.

Darla was honestly a bit worried about him, but knew he probably would turn up eventually. If not... then life would be the same as it had always been.

 

[Drobabes]

Ella landed in her own bed, having gone from hanging in rope to hanging in mid-air. For a few seconds she just lay on her blankets gasping, the memory of the strange sensations that had swirled through her body as the world seemed to break around her, still fresh in her mind. Though she wasn't exactly a newbie here at Perdition, she had never experienced something like that and it left her deeply shaken.

When at last she collects herself enough to sit up, she looks around her room and wonders just what the hell happened. Not that the room was going to give her any answers of course, but it helped her nerves to calm as she just took it all in.

Finally she crawls up out of bed and digs around in her wardrobe, pulling out a thick cotton white shirt, some blue jeans, and a light blue bandana to tie her hair back and out of her face. Shoes were last on her priority list-usually forgoing them altogether, but the thought of stepping on broken glass on the way down the stairs makes her grab a pair of sandals anyway. Sure, she probably wouldn't complain much if she did cut her feet, but the fresh memory of pain from Patrick's talented touch left her craving something more.

Real pain. Sharp and hot and inflicted on her by someone else, because it's what she deserved and to punish herself would defeat the whole purpose. She could punish herself in small ways, but to really alleviate that guilt, she needed someone else to do it. So it was with this thought that she prepared herself to leave her room.

When she stepped out into the hall, it was cold and much darker than normal. A sickly feeling rose up in her gut and made her swallow down bile as she walked. And walked. And walked.

It seemed to go on for hours, every turn of a corner leading to a darker and longer hallway, and not once did anyone ever answer her knocks on their doors. Infact, it was uncharisticaly quiet for the Halls of Perdition and eventually she began to panic. Running now, around the corner, she found herself at yet ANOTHER hallway, and she stopped to put her hands on her legs and catch her breath.

"Oh come on! What the fuck?!"

Why was the bar doing this to her? Why wouldn't it let her find the stairs? Why would no one answer their fucking doors?!

She began to run again.

...

Hours. It had to have been hours, if not a full day, since she had left her room. Her mouth was dry and her lips chapped from all the running and at times, screaming, in her search for the exit. She was ready to give up and just let the thirst and lack of water take her. Slowly falling against the wall, she let her ass slide down until she was sitting crouched on the floor with her head in her hands. She was breathing hard again and almost didn't hear the slow creak of a door to her left.

Her eyes flew open as she looked, catching the faintest glimpse of a wisp of brown hair as it flew through the exit.

"Hey!" She shouted, then got up and ran to the door, intent on chasing down whoever it was. Maybe they new the way out, or at the very least, could alleviate the disturbing silence of the hall.

A long and spiraling flight of stairs greeted her, and in her hurry to catch the person she had seen, she didn't take note of the sound of the jukebox or the waft of food until she was at the bottom and staring into the usual crowd of drunks and offenders.

Gasping for breath, she looked around briefly, then made her way to the bar. She sat down heavily on a stool and drank down a large glass of water as soon as it appeared before her. She was so overcome with relief that she actually let loose with a small sob as she reached out for another drink, this time wanting something a little stronger. Perdition didn't always give her what she wanted, though.

Something small and cold kissed the palm of her hand, and as Ella looked down, she recognized it immediately.

It was a ring. A simple gold band ring with a word etched into the inside of it. "Forever" is what it said, and it brought tears to her eyes. Then, anger. She grasped the ring tightly in her palm, and looking right into the mirror across from her, she threw it as hard as she could. She landed it, and the point of impact cracked and spiderwebbed out.

With a huff, she reached out her hand again, demanding the bar give her what she wanted. It wouldn't. What materialized in her hand instead was a black oiled cowboy hat, and she could swear she smelled his scent on it.

With a sound stuck somewhere between a scream and a roar of frustration, she tossed the hat to the ground, and reached out again. This time something soft graced her fingertips, and she dropped it immediately.

A tiny white cotton dress, no bigger than a doll, sat on the bar. She stared at it, stunned.

Tears began to fall down her face as she tore it away from the bar and threw it behind her, but even as she did so, another little outfit appeared, this time a tiny little shirt and baby pants. Beginning to panic, she keeps tearing the clothes away and throwing them behind her, and each time a new outfit appears. The more she tries to tear the clothes away, the more they appear on the bar until there is a large stack of tossed baby clothes behind her.

"Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!"

Both her hands reach out, anticipating another outfit, but what she grips instead squishes between her fingers, and blood drips down on the wood. The scars on her back begin to bleed, seeping bright red through her cotton shirt, and she screams as she holds out a fresh umbilical cord. Her hands open, letting the flesh drop onto the bar with a wet smack, and she all but trips over the chair as she runs out the door of the bar, screaming the whole way.

As soon as she leaves, the clothes, cowboy hat, and any trace that she had been there at all are gone. No crack in the mirror; no blood on the counter.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla looked up, seeing a woman come to the bar, seemingly exhausted. She watched her curiously, having nothing else to do as she sipped her coffee. It was then that things got weird. The woman seemed to throw a small object at the mirror, maybe a stone or a ring? Then, she tossed something else to the ground. Her eyes widened in confusion as it seemed to be Toby's hat. It was possible that it was simply just someone else's black hat, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was his.

Then she was chucking baby clothes behind her like she couldn't get rid of them fast enough. It was the umbilical cord that made Darla most disturbed, though. She gagged on her drink and tried not to breath in the smell of it. Averting her eyes, she tried not to look as the woman ran screaming out of the bar.

Her gaze drifts to the seat next to her, expecting Perdition to give her another reminder as well, but she sighs in relief when she finds the seat bare. She smiles and looks to the table only to find the bloody knife on her plate, the tip dripping blood onto what was left of her meal. She didn't feel hungry anymore anyway, so it wasn't too much of a loss, but she still felt the anxiety she always felt at the sight of it. Darla wanted to tell it that she had been right in what she had done, and yet the knife seemed to question her, to ask her if she truly believed that or if there was guild seeping into her heart.

"Fuck..." she muttered, getting up from her seat and wandering outside. It would seem that she also needed to go for a walk to clear her head. The voluptuous lady walked on the road, her high-heels not particularly effective on uneven terrain. She didn't wear heels much in life, only when she was going out to try to entice a man. Perhaps that's why Perdition only allowed her to wear that kind of shoe. It hurt if she walked too much, and it prevented her from running unless she ran barefoot.

"Hey there, Darla."

She spun around and saw one of the two men who had trailed her last night. While they hadn't waited for her at the room, it would seem that at least one of them hadn't given up just yet.

"Hey." Was all she said back. Her eyes watched his every move, backing away slowly and carefully as she tried to think of how to get back to the bar without being grabbed. It wasn't looking like that was particularly likely, though.

 

[Drobabes]

Toby had walked quite a ways in the rain, just straight out and away from the bar. Each step he took seemed to clear his head a little, but it didn't stop the memories from flooding his mind. Memories of a little girl with white blond hair, holding her dog as she sat on his father's hay bale and cried her eyes out, telling him of all the terrible ways in which her mother's boyfriend had beat her. And then him, lifting her shirt up and applying the antiseptic cream, trying not to get too much of her blood on his hands and shirt.

His hands felt hot, despite the rain, and when he looked down they were bloody. He stopped and stared, then plunged them both down into a puddle and tried to wash it away, but it wouldn't go. The more he scrubbed, the bloodier and darker the puddle got, but still his hands wouldn't come clean. Finally he gives up and sits on the ground, his eyes just staring at his fingers, and he couldn't tell the rain from his own tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.."

Sometime between leaving the bar and sitting there on the ground, the rain seems to ease and let up, at last giving way to just a gray overcast sky. In the silence that followed, Toby heard something from behind the building where he had decided to sit down.

"Darla?"

He gets up and cautiously walks to the building, stopping to peer through the many cracks and crumbled rubble. What he sees makes him squeeze his fists in anger, but for the time being, he doesn't come out from hiding. He was hurting, confused, and more than a little angry, but he had learned long ago that he had to control himself. His fists had very pronounced knuckles that stood out when he balled them correctly, and with the right throw, he could knock a man out cold. Kill them, even.

If this man chose to walk away, Toby wouldn't need to hurt him.

 

[Poprockz]

"Think you're better than us, don't you, slut? Well I've got news for you. You're just as fucked up as anyone else here. I don't know what you did, but I know that if you weren't a shitty person, you wouldn't be here." The man slowly advanced toward Darla, a predatory look in his eyes.

She backed away from him further still, but her heels prevented her from moving too quickly or risk falling down. Darla knew what came next, but the fear in her refused to accept it. Her lip quivered and she shook her head, "no... I'm not a fucking rapist like you." Her finger pointed at him accusingly.

He glared and advanced quickly, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her back into the wall. His other hand shoved down her slacks as he choked her, her hands scrabbling at his wrist to try to get him to let go. Her air supply was being cut off, and she could tell that she wouldn't have too long before she became unconscious. She could feel his fingers seeking her heat, rubbing her, groping her, and she desperately wanted to stay conscious; it was the only way she would have a chance of getting away.

 

[Drobabes]

It only took him a few steps to reach them-a few steps too long. The guys was quick and already had her pinned against the wall and groping her in the time it took Toby to reach him and grab his shirt.

Enraged, he spun him around, cocked his arm back, and let him have the full force of his fist. He watched the sick fuck fall to the ground, but it wasn't enough, no. A familiar sort of anger was bubbling up in him, something that had been set free when he was sixteen and could never be pushed back down again.

Reaching down, he picked the guys head up off the ground and cruelly drug him by the neck over to the side of the building. Once he was there, Toby held the man's head between his hands and begin to viciously pound his skull into the concrete, over and over.

Blood spurted and gushed, and the sound of a cracking skull could be heard, but he didn't stop. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, and the way he was beating this man-well past death, left him looking almost possessed.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla didn't notice Toby until his fist made contact with her attacker. She crumpled to the ground, coughing and massaging her throat. Her throat felt bruised from his grip, and she knew he could have choked her to death if he wanted to.

She watched in shock as Toby grabbed him and dragged him out of sight, the sick sounds of the man being beaten to death loud in the air. Darla covered her ears, trying to block it out. For a brief moment she wondered when Toby had gotten back, and more about how he found her. Perdition was a large place, and it almost seemed like she had been blessed with extraordinary luck to have had him nearby when this happened.

Her hands came away from her ears after a minute, but the sounds of flesh upon concrete continued and she trembled. He should have been dead, he had to be dead. Why wouldn't it stop? She squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for it to be over.

 

[Drobabes]

It took another full minute before Toby could pull himself back from the abyss. By the time he could see anything but red, there was a body laying underneath him, twitching but very clearly dead. His own hands were covered in fresh blood now, and as he stood and wiped it off on his clothes, he was breathing hard.

He stepped out from the side of the building and looked around. Seeing Darla in a crumpled ball with her hands covering her ears made him flinch, knowing that he had caused her to be sitting like that.

Slowly he walked over to her, took her hands and forced them to her lap, then he pulled her against his chest and sighed.

"I'm sorry hunny. I didn't mean for you to hear that."

In all honesty that wasn't completely true. For the few moments he was lost, he didn't even know she was still around. All there was in his mind was unbridled rage at a cruel world, and a target that didn't need to be walking around in it, breathing his air and putting more evil into something that was already so hard to live in on it's own.

 

[Poprockz]

Her arms put up a bit of resistance, as though she didn't trust that it was safe to remove them from her ears yet. It had felt like a very long couple of minutes, and if someone had told her it had been an hour she might have believed them. Soon she found them in her lap, though, his bloody hands leaving bracelets of blood upon her skin that she wouldn't notice until later.

When he pulled her to his chest, she relaxed a little. There were flecks of blood and what she could only assume was brain matter upon him, but she could still smell his own scent from his exposed skin in the opening of his jacket. She had no problem with Toby killing the man, but the manner in which he did it was so full of rage and hate that it was shocking.

"It's okay... I'm... I'm just happy to be safe." For a sliver of a second she wondered if she truly was safe with him, but then she shook her head and relaxed the rest of the way, leaning into him. He had protected her for now, even if he had unleashed himself upon the man like a demon from hell.

"Thank you..." she put her arms around him, uncertain of his intentions, but wanting to be near him anyway.

 

[Drobabes]

He could feel her hesitance and he had a loose idea of why that might be. Few people truly knew him, and now after what she had just witnessed, Darla was unfortunately amongst that group.

He helped her to stand, keeping her close to his chest for a minute more before pushing her back away from him and looking into her blue eyes. He had less and less doubt as to the fact that he was actually dead. Too many strange things, and the fact that he had walked for at least an hour straight away from the bar and yet, there it was right behind them.

"If we're both going to be stuck in this world for a while longer, then I think I need to tell you some things about myself."