It was a lovely room really. A red sitting room connected to Alexander’s bedroom in one of his little mansions in the middle of nowhere. It was tactfully decorated with dark woods and plush sofas. It was a room that Korelia would have absolutely loved if not for the fact that Alexander was in it. But, that was alright. He would die in this room. That made it all worth while.

Korelia's body shook all over as she tried to keep her arm steady. She pushed to keep her face blank as she pointed the crossbow at Alexander's chest. She growled with the effort to overpower his mind with her will.

“You couldn't possibly understand how long I've waited for this, you sterile bastard." She hissed. Her finger tightened on the trigger. She savored the flavor in the air. Alexander's arrogance for believing that she wouldn't or couldn't kill him would soon be bleeding all over the lovely rugs. Her mind howled the battle cry she had been born with. This was the end of his twisted torture. The end of the power he held over the helpless. This was the end of Jack's abuse. She didn't give a shit if her brother hated her or never spoke to her again. This unworthy fuck in front of her was going to die tonight.

She almost screamed with the effort not to fire as Jack burst in from the bed room and threw himself in front of Alexander. He was naked and his hair was unbound. He looked more protective than she had ever seen him before.

Her eyes grew feral with the lust to kill. She fought not to sent the bolt through Jack’s body and into Alex anyway. She suppressed her instincts to purge the world of Alexander Deling's putrid influence to keep her brother from having to be in pain.

“Get out of the way." She growled.

“Kore. You can't do this." Jack said. Not a request, a demand. An order from the most non authoritative man she had ever known."

“Jack. Don't." Kore instinctively pushed away the tears without a second thought but the feelings still ran around ramped. She knew that Jack might not be able to function without someone like Alexander to act as his father once had. She knew that Jack needed someone to abuse him so that he could feel loved. She just didn't want to believe it. Damn him, he wasn't allowing her to ignore it anymore.

She flexed her left hand to remind them that if they moved she could kill them both within a few silent movements before she took her finger off the trigger of the crossbow and lowered it slightly. She cocked her head to the side and looked at Alexander standing there as if nothing were happening. Her face twisted in discussed. He couldnt care less if she tried to kill Jack. He didn't give a fuck. He would much rather Jack take the crossbow bolt than him break a nail.

Her nose wrinkled as she spat at Alexander. "Have Jack explain my definition of hate to you sometime. And know that the disgust and pity I have for you goes beyond those dead men." She flicked her eyes to Jack and let the weight of her gaze rest on him for a moment.

“You know, I wonder, if this situation were reversed, would you do this for me? Would you shield me with your own body against Alexander? Would you understand that he doesn't give a shit about you as he spilt your life on the floor before he ripped into me? Would you go against your addiction for sex and pain to save me?" She gave him a bored, blank look. "I don't think you would."

She spun around and ran out the door. She ran down the dark corridors without paying attention to what she was doing. The body did all the work while her soul keened. She didn't pay any attention to the guards that she killed with out sound or care. She hardly noticed as she smashed out of one of the third floor windows and into the freezing waters of the lake below. She barely registered the fast run over the rocky, cold terrain. She wasn't aware of arriving at the train station and purchasing a ticket for a private cabin in one of the trains heading South. She didn't realize anything until she was on the train in the private room that she had silenced with her magic. She didnt come back to herself till the train pulled away from the station and started speeding away from her Brother and his torturer. But, when she looked at her ice crusted black clothing, felt the weight of the crossbow on her back under the heavy cape, she started to scream in earnest.

She stripped off and crawled into the adjoining bath room, fighting to stay mobile. She turned the cold water on in the cramped shower stall and stepped in as her sobs wracked her body. Her fists slammed into the tiled walls over and over again as her feral reflexes begged for some kind of release. She pulled at her hair that almost snapped from being moved from it's frozen state plastered to her skull. The bathroom started to steam as the hate heated the water in seconds as it pelted her blue-white flesh.

The water was snapped off by her fist pounding into the water dial. She stepped out of the bathroom completely dry as the heat started to warp anything in the cabin made of plastic. She sifted through the water tight bag that had been on her back with the crossbow and found fresh clothes that she had to throw on as quickly as she could to keep them from catching fire. The tears had stopped now, but she hurt more than the tears could help her.

She snarled in her aggravation and the hate that she held for herself and kicked the panel under the windows of her car. The wood splintered and fell away as the rush of the wind around the train ripped through the room. She stared at the gap in the wood and cocked her head to the side.

She was going back. She may not be able to kill Alexander, but she WOULD get Jack out of that nightmare for as long as she could. She strapped the pack and crossbow to her back again. Her cloak was thrown over that. The Talons were slipped on before the Silver Dragon Gauntlet swallowed her arm from elbow to wrist.

Kore turned to the panels under the window again and she kicked a few of the boards out. She crawled out of the opening and clung to the sill under the windows on the outside. She could see the powdery snow skate by as her hair whipped at her face. She turned around so that she was standing, looking back in at the room through the windows that were shuttering now. She took a deep breath and jumped backwards.

She flung into the snow on her back and skidded over the terrain. Her eyes closed, she came to a stop. After a few long breaths and moving various body parts to assure they were in good enough working order to get Jack and get out of the compound with both of them breathing and without any amazingly gushing wounds, she got to her feet. Her right shoulder hurt like hell when she popped it back into the socket and she cursed. She wouldnt be able to lift the crossbow. A growl emanated from her throat and she started running at full feline speed back to the compound that she could still see in the far distance.

Her body ached, her mind wailed, her heart shrank to the size of a mothball, but she ran. Time no longer existed and she sprang over the snow and rocks. She would get him out. This time, she would simply be quiet about it.

(TBC...)
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