Truth

[Murduck]

Well, that's really a matter of self-perception, isn't it? I mean defining what a person has to be to be legible for a good killing.

[Lissachoa]

well, I have my own ways, lately I would just leave them half alive.

*rubs my eyes*

man, why am I so tired?

[Murduck]

As if I would know. *Sits up*

[Lissachoa]

well, work was a bit on the rough side...best to rest up while Cain is I guess...

[Murduck]

Alright. I'll just be poncing about in the living room, then.

*Picks myself off the bed*

[Lissachoa]

mmm....

*curls up on the bed and looks up at him*

It's good to have you back....

[Murduck]

....*Smiles a bit, and heads out the door*

It's good to be back..

[Lissachoa]

*reating my head on my arms I ponder for a short moment quietly to myself*

he still seems troubled....must have been from what the split persona had done...hell, even I'm stil bothered by it all...

[Murduck]

~ Murdoc was troubled, sure. But it wasn't about Melissa's past. Oh no. It was really, about that dreaded feeling that was sinking inside his heart. A gloomy, doomed chill that couldn't be shaken off one's shoulder. He could sense it, it was seeping through his very veins. And his heart began to ache. He took his coat off the rack, and slipped into it casually, as he stepped out the door. He was determined to find out what it was that left him drowning in despair.

He strided down the hallway and left quickly, knowing well that time is of the essence. ~

[Lissachoa]

*A few hours has passed before stiring awak as I felt a small hand poking at the back of my head, rolling over slightly there was Cain with one of my hats on that nearly covered his whole head*

you awake already sweetie?

Cain: Daddys new fwiends hurt.

phht, daddys friend probebly got drunk and staggered into traffic.

[Murduck]

(( awwwwwwwwwwwwwww i want a cain. 0.0 what's going on? ))

[Lissachoa]

(( Should Murdoc be back by now? ; ))

[Murduck]

(( oh! XD Ok. ))

~ Meanwhile, there was utter silence in the living room. Marie was in a very bad shape; totally shaken to a point of inconsolableness. Murdoc had dressed her in Melissa's bathrobe and wrapped her warmly in a blanket, and even that, her shivering had yet to cease. There were trails of blood on the floorboards, leading to the sofa, and the stench was almost nauseating. Marie was stretched on the sofa, her head laying on Murdoc's lap, as they held each other's hand, Murdoc seemingly whispering something to her, as he shut his eyes. ~

[Lissachoa]

*walking out of the room with Cain in my arms I enter into the living room and spots the two before noticing the blood on the floor*

...you went back.

[Murduck]

~ He didn't reply, merely whispering to Marie, as he held her hand tighter, cocking his neck forward, as though he was feeling a rush of excruciating pain through his body. The trails of blood evaporated slowly trickling away into nothing, clearing itself completely from the floor. ~