But I'm Dating A Semi-Sadist
Posted on Sep 01, 2014 @ 1:51pm by
Edited on on Sep 01, 2014 @ 1:51pm
Mission: The Tangled Webs We Weave
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“But I’m Dating a Semi-Sadist”
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Location: LUNA
Scene: Kennedy Lake
Stardate: [2.14]0901.0034
At first it had been all luxury ships, sex, and room service.
Funny how fast that changed.
They got to RISA when that other woman that Rawyvin was looking for was gone; the famous one. The other woman, the one that he really wanted, was also gone. So Montoya stood with him as he stared at the crews who were cleaning up after the burned down building.
“I’m sorry,” she tried to say.
Rawyvin said nothing to that but left.
For hours Montoya didn’t see him, unsure if she was perturbed that he was gone or happy.
Bored was finally the most pressing feeling she could come up with and so she left the room they were staying in and went looking for food, entertainment or Rawyvin (mostly in that order).
She found Rawyvin first; it wasn’t hard. Evangeline Montoya wandered around RISA, trying not to let her mouth hang open at the opulence. Suddenly she heard a melodic guitar strumming, and a deep melody that she couldn’t place; so she followed that, figuring she’d find some entertainment.
She walked around the back of a fancy restaurant, to the alley then down past that to the small beige shed with cerulean roof behind the eatery. The door to the shed was slightly ajar and there was a dim light tentatively pouring out from the windowless shed.
Sticking her head into the room, the Human woman was shocked to see a bloodied blond man lying on the floor, his pale blue eyes inexplicably bright and wild at the sight of her. She supposed he would have said *something* at the sight of her but the rag shoved into his mouth, then bounded tight over parched lips and cheeks forbade that. The man was naked; and what would have been an otherwise unremarkable Risan body was now bloody, cut open to the musky air; skin, blood, muscle and bone all touched by the air.
“If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the "No"'s on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark”
Evangeline turned around to see Rawyvin finish the song with a flourish; he looked at her with heavy lids as gently, almost reverently turned the guitar around so it went to the table with a gentle whisper. “How did you find me, pet?” he asked.
“The singing,” she whispered.
As Seth sighed, absentmindedly scratching an itch behind his right ear, his long raven hair fell forward. “A vanity of mine I admit,” he confessed. Looking up he said, “But you knew that.”
Evangeline nodded slowly. At the oddest moments he would take out the guitar, or find a piano, and sing; softly as if he didn’t want his voice (itself an instrument that was hypnotically beautiful) to overshadow the instrument he lovingly caressed with his fingers.
Instead of offering explanations, or reasons, Seth slid off the chair, grabbed a pair of gloves then opened up a small suitcase. “It’s difficult to travel, you never know what to pack,” he mused. Pulling out a small wand with a bronzed tip and held it up to the light. “Small, lightweight, compact, and passes through Customs everytime.” Looking over at Evangeline he said, “By the way if anyone asks next time, it’s yours.”
The former pilot looked at it, her mind racing, all snappy comments draining from her mind. “Mine?” she whispered.
As a small hum filled the air, Seth kneeled next to the man who began to whimper. The Human man smirked but never took his eyes off his victim. “It looks like a pleasure device, does it not? Not that you need it, with me. But even if you were tempted this would *not* be what you want. Let me demonstrate.”
Like many who survived the Second Dominion War, Evangeline had killed in order to survive. As a fighter pilot, she actually was proud of those kills; the more kills meant more Federation lives saved. She was not a naive waif squeamish at the sight of blood, or at the concept of raising a pistol or hitting the red button if meant her life would be spared. The choice of life or death wasn’t something she had a problem with; but there was another question when it came to pleasure. Or perhaps even when it came to simplistic concepts as the *pursuit* of pleasure.
The man screamed, or would have if not for the rag shoved into his mouth. That’s what Evangeline took with her from her only trip to RISA. That and the look of Rawyvin’s pure joy the more the man screamed.
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Sometime later Montoya found herself on the stoop of her old apartment building. It was shoddy three story building with six apartments, the alleyway reeking of urine. There were elderly men and women, long past working, sitting on chairs either on the steps or out their windows talking about the days of long past.
None of them talked about screaming that woke them in the middle of the night with sweat pouring down their body -- screaming from RISA intermingling from KHITOMER work camps. No one talked about boyfriends who went on torture sprees from RISA to DAKALA to DRAYLON to LUNA. Everywhere they went, he was courteous, almost loving one moment; now though Evangeline knew better. Because the loving caresses now would turn in a moment to a grip too tight if she said something amiss. Now when he went “off” he expected her to with him, just to watch as if he liked the audience; hell some days he asked if she wanted to learn how to do it, as if he was some kind of teacher. She’d declined so far and for that she’d gotten, “You hurt me Evangeline.”
That hurt, which was *stupid* and she *knew* that. But it still hurt. So no, no one ever talked about the shit in her life, Montoya decided as she walked up past the old pains who were taking up oxygen until they died. How she made it this far was beyond her but even she managed to convince Rawyvin to let her go for this. Sadist he maybe but no one wanted to meet the mother of the woman they were fucking.
Leaning on the buzzer Montoya muttered, “Come on, Ma, answer the damn door.” She was ready to give up when someone else came out of the apartment building and Montoya barreled through, not willing to let this moment slip. Running up the first flight, she heard the apartment manager, in all his drunken glory, throwing something (a lamp if she had to guess) threatening to turn off the heating unit again. She went past the apartment of Mrs. Ludboski on the second floor who thought she was 22 instead of 82; it would have been hilarious if she wasn’t trying to lift her arthritic leg up above her hoverchair. Instead, the Lunan woman kept running up the stairs without sweating or panting until she made it to the third floor and banged on the door of the apartment of the apartment on the right.
Finally a tired woman in her late 60s with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a faded shirt and loose pants, answered the door.
Montoya stared at Kezia Smythe-Montoya for a long moment before saying. “Ma, it’s me, Evangeline.”
Kezia stared at her youngest child. “You’re supposed to be dead,” she muttered before turning around into the apartment.
The former pilot sighed and followed her mother, unsurprised but unbowed. “Ma, can I stay here?” she asked as she walked in.
Kezia sat down at the battered table that Montoya remembered from her childhood. Looking up she said, “You were the first woman in our family who actually stayed in the Fleet as an officer without being dishonorably discharged. Hell at one point you even ran a department.”
Montoya said nothing, standing against the wall of the dingy room.
“Instead what do I hear, Evangeline? You got captured cause you were stupid as usual to listen to what you were supposed to be doing? Good job, girl,” her mother sneered, “you weren’t dishonorably discharged cause the Romulans got you first.” Looking up she said, “I *wanted* you to be dead. Cause coming back is only going to be heartache.” Shaking her head she said, “You ain’t nothing but a fuck-up, you don’t listen, you never have and you never will.”
Montoya said nothing, crossing her arms across her chest. “Ma, I’m out of prison and the man who got me out...there’s something not right with him. I think he’s a criminal. I need help. Please.”
Kezia shook her head, her hand lifting up the cheap long cigarillo that had been waiting for her on the table. “Let me get this right? You managed to screw up your life even more, Evangeline, and you want to take me with you? No, what did I tell you when you were a kid? You got yourself into this mess, you get yourself out of this.”
The younger Lunan woman nodded, seemingly unsurprised. Pursing her lips she said, “Well it was worth a shot.”
As the younger Montoya left, Kezia shot out, “You know what your problem is, Evangeline? You forgot where you came from. You think you’re so much better than me, than this place. You ain’t nothing but a rat from the Lake and that’s all you’ll ever be. Don’t pretend to be some noble Starfleet officer, you couldn’t be that now could ya?”
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Location: EARTH
Scene: Outside Federation Council Chamber, San Francisco
Rawyvin sighed; this was a coarse use of his time. Then again the person in question did just deny him. Three times no less; if he was a different man then he would take that for a sign.
She was leaving the building, triumphant from her testifying before the Federation Council; it was easy to pick her out, her azure skin stark against the white suit. A small part of Rawyvin felt bad about leaving the children motherless but he heard the father was back so they’d have him at least. Time to kill one the formerly powerful women in the universe.
Suddenly a light soprano voice singing from the brick wall across the way caught his attention...
“You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'Cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms
“If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the "No"'s on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark”
Rawyvin turned to Evangeline sitting on the opposite wall, looking carefree, a breeze making her hair dance. “It’s time to leave here,” she said softly.
“I didn’t know you sang,” he replied, as if they were a normal couple, and one wasn’t about to assassinate someone and the other hadn’t just agreed to come along for the ride.
Evangeline looked over at SFA - gleaming off in the distance. Inhaling she turned back to Seth, “There’s much you don’t know about me. But you won’t learn it if you sit there like a rock.”
Rawyvin looked over and saw Xana Bonviva left; the moment had passed. Turning back he asked, “You know what I do.” As she shrugged her shoulders he asked, “Well then, pet?”
Evangeline jumped off the wall with shocking ease; some good had come from a hellion youth in Kennedy Lake. “We’ll need to set limits,” she began.
“I don’t do limits,” Seth replied as he tugged her down a darkened back alley.
“Well...we both get to learn something new,” Montoya grinned. “By the way we need to add some upbeat songs to your repertoire.”
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NRPG: It’s been a while since we’ve heard from Montoya (or from Rawyvin by extension). I thought a little explanation - and torture trip - as to how they got off RISA and why Montoya would pick Rawyvin would be apropos.
Chris: Hope this works - and by the way *tag*!
The song title comes from a line in the song “Somewhere That’s Green” from “Little Shop of Horrors” and the song that Rawyvin and Montoya sing is “I Will Follow You Into The Dark” by Death Cab for Cutie. There’s an excellent version found here.
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Sarah Albertini-Bond
writing for this time
Evangeline Montoya
Civilian