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Scene 1- Inside a Little Box

Finally “cleared”. Suppose I should be stoked about being able to walk a free woman again without hearing random screaming during the night. Without having them gag me with medication that will 'cure' me. Should be grateful that now I don't have to re-live my history again, and again, and again. Now I can return to being a champion again. The only Extreme Champion that strives to make this title less of a joke...

A Champion verses Champion match... First someone I fought along side, Cassidy surprised me with her kindness towards me. I am actually looking forward to facing her again. She works hard and I know she'll treat the US title as well as Gwen had before.

My mind is still shifting towards these.... Justice people... They abused their own power to keep people 'safe'. I would mind ringing my hand around one of their necks. Suddenly we are like beasts in a cage. I hate cages. I hate people telling me where to go. I hate being locked up. I'd happily fight them off if they attempted to command me...

I want to beat Cassidy. Fairly.

I want to rid ECWF of their new dogs because they have no real purpose here.

Sophia Halter, ECWF Extreme Champion, has returned from a short break... Suppose the crowd will enjoy that. Doubt any of the others will pay me any mind. That's fine. Keeps me out of their mindless bullshit. While they fight against one another, I'll find something else to hold my attention... I always do.

Scene 2- Completely Homeless

Black paint splattered all over the colorful designs on the walls and had covered parts of the musty carpet. Books scattered across the floor along with random clothing. Thick chemical scent swirled around the room before it escaped through the cracked window. Opposite from the door, hidden in the corner, Sophia curled up, head pressed to her knees while black paint covered limbs remained close. Her dark eyes observed the lights outside the window. Sun setting on the city while all the buildings seemed to glitter like fireflies in the night. A crash didn’t warrant a reaction while a scream was heard followed by shouting. A dead gaze flickered to the door before it blinked away. Couple was fighting once again, as always, like clockwork. Sophia didn’t move when a knock gently thumped against the wooden door nor did she react when it swung open allowing a stream of light to rain in. Wild mop of dark curls fell while the somber stare rose to meet with Devin.

“Soph… Are you okay? I didn’t hear you answer when I knocked..”

The brunette turned her attention back to the window.

“I didn’t answer…”

“I know… Hence my question…”

He took a couple more steps into the room, letting the door easily close shut behind him. Underneath her legs Sophia began to scratch at the paint to litter the floor below and leave behind a raw sensation.

“Why are you here?”

He looked down at the floor a bit, only raising his eyes to look at her slightly, responding quietly. Sophia continued to pick but stopped.

“I wanted to see you.”

Her head rose again bringing dark orbs to stare at him.

“You didn’t want to see me when I was at… at that place. Why has that changed now?”

Lifting his head, he gave her a serious glance.

“What? I did too want to see you. Nothing has changed, Soph.”

“No you didn’t! You came once! ONCE--”

Sophia snapped while her limbs fell as she sat up straighter.

“--You saw me… and then you… left me there.”

The words hissed from her lips.

“You… You weren’t… You..”

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a soft sigh.

“You barely said a word to me that time I did come. Barely even LOOKED at me. It’s like I was just another fixture in the room. I figured it’d be best if I just let you do your thing and not be a distraction..”

Giving a small shake of his head and a little shrug, his voice got lower.

“I’m sorry. I DID want to see you. You’ve gotta know that.”

“I don’t.”

Sophia glared towards him.

“You didn’t actually want to see me or you would’ve have come back! You have no idea what it was like it there! I wanted a distraction… I needed a distraction. I needed you and you just abandoned me there with those people while they “treated” me. I tried to call you, I tried to stop you from leaving and you…”

She pulled herself up from the floor. Strands of brown hair blocked sections of her face as she shook her head.

“I...hate you for leaving me there.”

The words hit him in the chest like a wrecking ball. Physically, this was obvious as his eyes closed and he cringed upon hearing them.

“... You… You don’t mean that…”

Sophia seemed infuriated by his words as she looked around the room as if hunting for an escape route. It took a minute of silence before words emptied from her mouth.

“Get out.”

Devin eyes opened once more as if the words didn’t quite register.

“Get out! Get out! I hate you! I hate you for leaving me there! I won’t forgive you! Leave!”

Sophia crossed the room with both hands forcefully shoving against his chest.

“I hate you! I hate you! Get out of here!”

Shoving him once again, he staggered backwards into the door. He looked back at her with hurt, confusion and an emotion he never thought possible when looking across into the eyes of Sophia - fear. He swallowed hard, fighting back the tears he felt stinging at the back of his eyes, while his hand fumbled around, blindly trying to feel for the doorknob. Finally, his fingers brushed over the cold brass of the handle. His hand clutched it, desperately, as he pulled on it, opening it up just enough for him to slide between the edge of the door and the entryway and out of the room, quickly closing the door behind him. Within the room Sophia breathed heavily hands still extended outwards, fingers twitched. Weakly they began to fall but trying to grasp at the thin air for support. Sophia felt the anger drain from her body, a tiny smile grew across her lips and she nodded her head. He was safe now. Devin was protected from the mood swings and, more importantly, her. The corner of her lips faltered as Sophia’s face scrunched up in despair. Knees wobbled as the woman’s figured lowered to the floor, browns bubbled with large tears before they streamed down her face. Sophia curled her body up tightly, fingers wound in tangled locks while she quietly pleaded into the carpet…

“...Come back…”

Scene 3- Safety Within Your Arms.

Water bounced from the tile of the bathroom as Sophia watched the suds wash down the drain. Slowly she turned the water off crawling from the tub to swaddle herself up in a towel. Sophia shook, carefully wiggling to slip on underwear and a long shirt. Walls, the door, the window all began to cry when the woman opened up the door to allow the cool air inside the steamy bathroom. Tangled locks soaked the shirt, ran frozen drips down her cheek and neck as she rested her weight against the wall by the door to wait. Sophia rested her head back against the wall wondering if Evan would actually come. Days had past with no word from him but he had promised to come see her… Perhaps it was better this way. Waiting for someone who wouldn’t come. Sophia could lose herself in daydreams of how it could be, his smile, his laughter, and how they painted the whole apartment… Reality fell back as the black paint had dried. It was impossible to scrap it from the colorful scenes now. No, this was best. Sophia would probably shove Evan from her life as well...

It had been a while, a long while, since Evan was himself. Between his “job” ending permanently, Sophia being gone… Even he was gone, lost at the bottom of a bottle. He still was, but it wasn’t just about himself anymore. He made a promise to his closest friend, that he’d be there. He’d make things better. He wasn’t in the best of shape, he’d barely made it through a quick shower, his hair went unbrushed, his dark blue button up shirt only half tucked into his black jeans. His shaky fist pounded at the door of her apartment, once, twice…

Sophia reached up to turn the handle allowing it to swing open. Brown orbs observed the rather disheveled appearing Evan. Faintly the corner of her mouth lift as she stood up with arms extended to him. Sophia snuck both arms around his chest to press herself against him. “Evan…” quietly the words were muffled against his exposed skin. A few steps backwards pulled him inside the room.

Evan put his arms around her, though they were somewhat lifeless. Having recently killed another bottle does that to a person. “Hey, Soph.” He had missed the familiar apartment, near as much as he had missed its occupant. He stepped inside with her, though he stood in one place. His body wavered in place, his intoxicated state making the room spin around him. “I miss..missed you.”

“I missed… you…” Sophia watched him how lifeless he seemed. The way Evan swayed made her dizzy. It was exhausting but that was always had it felt around him. Draining yet intoxicatingly addicting to be around. Her hand reached up, thumb brushed across his pale lip, Sophia eyed him as she leaned up. Brown eyes remained open when her lips pressed against his.

Hardly a reaction, Evan briefly pecked her lips before leaning his head back. This wasn’t right, he wasn’t right…. He wanted to be here, to be around her, because if anyone could make him feel like a human being again, it was Sophia. But there was nothing. He stumbled backwards, leaning against the door he’d entered in only a few short moments ago. “Happy to uh..be home?” His words hadn’t come out very clear, he wasn’t even sure there was a proper answer to that question. He had to make some kind of small talk…

Sophia lower her arms to her side with the blank expression covering her face. Everything was wrong. The daydreams crashed into reality and Iris had warned Sophia. Evan reflected her. Lifeless figures that floated from location to location in attempt to regain normalcy. “No.” Soph was blunt and she reached for him again. “Come here…” Normalcy; Sophia craved it more than anything even if she had to drag it out of Evan.

Evan pushed himself away from the door, stumbling forward toward Sophia. He gripped her shoulders to stay upright, almost sending them both to the floor. “Sorry. No sleep.” It was a half truth. He tried and tried to sleep, it didn’t work. Alcohol didn’t either, but it was...normal. Safe. His bloodshot eyes met with Sophia’s, but no sly smile spread across his face. No happiness. Just...quiet.

“It’s okay…” Fingers slipped between his intertwining them before she lead him back into her room. Each unsteady step caused her to grip his hand harder, she wanted to steady him again but they were both useless. Sophia wanted to crumble to the floor but there had to be something to hold the duo up. The back of her leg bumped against the bed causing her to sit down. “Maybe I… can help you sleep…” Sophia fell backwards then with yanked him forward so he crashed down on top of her. He was warm as usual and with a small shift she was something she hadn’t been in a long time: comfortable. “There.”

Evan groaned, he hadn’t been in a soft bed in what felt like forever. The cheap motels he often stayed at just couldn’t compare...and then there was the woman who was half beneath him. He braced himself on his forearms and tried his best to look down at her, but he still felt rather shaky. It wasn’t like her, not that Evan could remember, to do things this way, but he couldn’t complain. Rather, he didn’t want to. “Plan on singin’ a uh...lullaby?” A little hint of humor, but not like usual. It was bland, dry, no real feeling in his voice.

As gently as possible Sophia flipped him over to his back. “... I don’t know any lullabies… My mom… never sang to me.” Features scrunched up. After being forced to speak about her past so often while being locked up in the ward the habit had begun to stick. She climbed off the bed to undo his shoes and toss them aside before returning to being on the bed. She wanted him to actually lay with her like what they did before Thanksgiving… “Evan.” Sophia knelt on the bed, one leg on either side of his hips as she held her hand out to him. “... I didn’t… take it off.” On her middle finger was the silver ring Evan had given her.

“Good.” He couldn’t help but smile, if only a little bit. His hands lazily, naturally, found their way to Sophia’s thighs. “Ever?” He was a little curious, even now. His eyes moved from the ring to look back at her face, she looked...good. He was happy about it. Very much, at that...but Evan knew better than most, that she wore more masks than a movie villain. “I won’t be mad if you’ve taken it off once or twice.”

Sophia’s eyes lifted from his face to the beach painting that hung on the wall. Devin… “It was taken off… I couldn’t keep it on all the time.” Her hand rested against his chest, fingers mindlessly crawling across the heated skin while her browns traced along the clear walls. If, just for a moment, this room was normal and they could pretend to be. Evan spoke more and he couldn’t sway around making her dizzy. Sophia force her lips to spread into a smile if only to make sure she could still do it.

Evan took a minute to just breathe. He watched her face, and he could feel more of himself coming back, though he still felt...clouded. Being with Sophia was good for removing himself from the situation he’d been in for what felt like a lifetime. “You know, for the longest time, I would always wear this ring. Not on my finger, it was way too small, but I had a necklace. It belonged to my sister.” It was noticeably absent from around his neck. “It was all I had left of her, you know?”

“I.. can’t relate.” Sophia confessed tracing her fingers against the side of his neck then along his adam’s apple. There were no mementos that she had ever hung on to until Evan and Devin had given her gifts. Endless orbs of deep colors traced along his features, his bloodshot eyes with dark circles and the strange look they held. “Evan… Why did you… disappear?” The glimmer of light drifted visibly from his eyes and she bent down to hide her face against his chest.

“Honestly?” Evan’s voice was firm, but distant all at once. It almost felt like he wasn’t even talking about himself, but… “Honestly… I wanted to just find a hole somewhere with a couple nice bottles of whatever I could get my hands on. Wanted to curl up in that hole and die. Still think I do, sometimes.” It was all very matter-of-fact. No hesitation, not a care… “Obviously I couldn’t…”

“It’s your job again… always is…” Sophia voice vibrated against his flesh before her face turned to the side. Sophia had to rein herself in, to be the stability between the two of them, for once. There had to be something she could say to give him comfort. Racing in her chest was her heart, thundering, yet beneath her ear was a steady rhythm. Eyes shut to focus on the sole beating of Evan’s heart. It felt so cliche; how people could be caught up on hearts and their beating. “I can hear your heart beating…” Sophia hummed and drummed her fingers to match the beat.

Evan let her words hang in the air, for no other reason than to prolong the moment. He traced a circle on her lower back, lazily with a finger, trying anything to make this feel more familiar than it already was. “I quit.” Very nonchalant. He didn’t consider it a big deal, not anymore. “I don’t have to, no, I refuse to do it anymore.”

Browns widened at the news, her head picked itself up to stare down at him. It was amazing to hear but judging by the expression he wore… held no weight for him. “Isn’t… that good?” Sophia rested her palm against his cheek. Why wasn’t he happy? A lump built up in her throat, a tightening in her stomach, and Sophia gently smacked his cheek.

His dead green eyes showed just the smallest hint of life at the ‘smack’. Then a sigh. “Yeah, it’s good. I just should have done it a long time ago, before things got bad.” Evan moved both of his hands to either side of Sophia’s head, his fingers snaking their way through her hair. “Before things got worse, I should say. Was never really that good, was it…”

Chills shuddered through her body causing her to arch up. Sophia lowered her hips down to finally sit on Evan. “... You were always bloody… Beaten… It was never good.” She shut her eyes then bent down to kiss him again. It made her wash everything away for a second, the way… someone else used to. There was no guilt like before but instead just overwhelming craving to taste more of him.

Evan’s hands dropped from her head, his fingers trailing down her neck, her back...they dipped under the bottom of her shirt before he flipped the two back over, his large frame over top of hers once more. He broke their lips apart, green eyes now locked into her brown ones. His breath caught, then...a small smile. “I don’t have to leave you anymore. No more getting hurt, bloody...just..” He captured her lips once more. He had no other words, he had nothing but desire. He needed her to be normal, wanted her to be happy..for both of them to be happy.

Sophia kept her eyes on his closed ones before they drifted to the wall… The picture… The guilt ached all over. Evan’s body was warm though, his lips warm, and it warmed her. Sophia tried to tear away from the wall that held the memories of Devin that haunted the room. Evan’s words buzzed around to cloud the sickening feeling before she finally feverishly kissed him back. Sophia needed this. Like a kickstart back to being awake again. Fingers nimbly undid each button his shirt before they ran down to his pants. In a snap all the actions stopped. Sophia broke away from him and lowered against the bed breathing heavily. Evan’s eyes opened again. “Can…we go… ?“ Long limb extended so her index finger pointed into the living room.

He was confused, very much so at that, but the moment...Sophia, she was more important than any silly questions. He climbed off of her and lowered himself to the floor, stumbling back against the wall. “Yeah. Living room. Yeah…” He put two and two together in his mind, most people would at this point. He held his hand out to her, a less genuine smiling on his face. “C’mon…”

Sophia took his hand letting his wobbling form lead the two into the dimly lit room. The city lights cast shadows across Evan’s chest before he pulled her into him again. She glanced up before their lips crashed together again. Evan’s feet moved faster backwards in a lazy attempt to stop them from falling. His back met the wall, she bumped into him and they started where they left off in the bedroom. Articles of clothing fell to the ground tangling around their feet before Evan bent down to scoop Sophia up. He spun her around to pin her against the wall. His lips coated her neck, her cheek, her breast and Sophia felt as drunk as he was. “Evan…” Sophia breathed into the darkness finally shutting her eyes while their bodies connected.