You will know me by the hate I swear

Axelle Napier · 09-28-2012, 09:59 AM

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Word Count → 2207 || Points → 22 :: R/O, backdated to Aug 7th.

The ride there had Axelle high on pure adrenaline. Abella clung quietly to her, not saying a word. She was terrified of what was to come, and planned to run away as soon as the two wolves began fighting. She knew she was already involved in some way (from them kidnapping her), but she didn’t want to become anymore involved. She would stand by Tyko’s side once Axelle had turned her over, like she had to, despite all that the woman had done for her.

As Couer took them over the ridge, Axelle began to see a black figure in the distance. He too stood by a horse – the same horse that Kai rode to Anathema on. Abella whispered behind the wolf, ”That’s him.” As if Axe couldn’t tell the shape of her own father. And she couldn’t. She hadn’t seen him in years since her mother had died and she had left, so why would she know it was him? The only way she could tell was the horse that stood next to him – she recognized it from when she sent it off out of the territory.

As they neared, Axelle’s heart began to race. The adrenaline and nerves were kicking in and making her both excited and nervous at the same time – not good. She needed to keep a clear mind in order to beat the man because no matter how much she didn’t want to admit it, Tyko was smart – and Axelle was smart like her father. She got her brains from him. The trio approached the black wolf with the magenta eyes, and all Axelle noticed was that arrogant smirk painted on his face. The Marbas jumped off the horse first, glaring at him for a moment before helping Abella off of Couer, carefully. She kept the girl behind her as she walked around Couer to face the man.

Tyko faced them as well, and he let his eyes drift over his daughter in a very possessive way – none suitable for a daughter-father relationship. He snorted, ”My, my Axelle. You’ve grown so well. You’ve filled in quite nicely.” He attempted to make a step toward her, but her snarl warned him otherwise. He looked up at her, ”Do I scare you, daughter? Does the very essence of me sicken you?” All he got in return was Axelle’s continuous growl. Her ears pointed up in a devious way – they weren’t flattened, but they weren’t forward either. Half mast, if you will. Tyko continued to toy with her emotions and laugh in her face. Tyko was trying to taunt and provoke the female into doing something stupid because he somehow knew that she held the same demeanor. He continued to poke and prod at her ego, and laugh at her in a snide manner. ”Ok, I’m done. My slave?”

Axelle turned her head to Abella, and nodded for her to go. Abella nodded back and walked over to cross the invisible line between the two family members. She could feel the negative presence of Tyko’s ego (and plus his alter ego), and as he grabbed her arm when she neared him, she knew it would turn out bad. Tyko seemingly was in the mood to fight, and as Abella was hoping to avoid that – she saw there was no escape now. He shoved her behind him, and Abella took Deo away from the pair. She took the horse a few yards back, hoping to avoid the whole thing and sit back and watch.

Tyko looked innocently at Axelle, ”Well, what do you want? You gave me my slave – was this supposed to be some sort of trade? Did you want to know how I killed your mother? Or is this of another issue?” He knew that would set her off because she was the only one who was suspicious of him, and now she knew. He knew she would snap, and she did. The word ‘kill’ drove her up the wall, and in one swift motion she lost all emotion and consciousness in her eyes and grabbed the dagger from her leg and lunged at him. She came into contact with the fleshy tissue of his arm, slicing a nice gash there. He snarled and she knew it must have hurt because of the amount of blood leaking down his arm now. Axelle didn’t play, she wanted to get this over with – he killed her family and he needed to die. End of story.

Coming back from that, she twirled around and aimed another slice at him – but this time he was able to catch her arm, which made the dagger go flying, and twist it in a way that had her bowing before him. Then he brought a knee up and kicked her in the maw. It was hard enough for her to see stars, but it wasn’t enough to disarm her. She had worse. Though, the kick was hard enough to make her fall backwards on her ass, which gave Tyko time to do something stupid. As she tried to recover, she spotted him scrambling for the dagger. She wasn’t able to get up in time to save him from getting it, but when he came at her with it – she was able to kick it back out of his hand. Now it relied strictly on hand to hand – and Tyko didn’t waste time. He smacked his daughter with an open hand full of claws, which made Axelle’s neck crack to the side. She followed up with a deafening punch to the side of his head – which most likely made his ears ring. He snarled and went to wrap his hands around her throat, but she countered that by elbowing him in the face.

The blow was hard enough to send him stumbling back a couple steps, and it gave her time to regain her composure. She danced around him, aiming to 'wander' toward the knife – but not getting there so easily. He continued to strike her, and she continued to counter and block every hit as best as she could. Some of them landed, but most of them were blocked – or else she might have been knocked out by now. He attempted to kick her in the head, but she managed to catch his leg and send him crumpling over. Then she grabbed the dagger again.

Tyko froze, and looked at the weapon in her hand. He snarled, but giggled too. ”You plan on stabbing your own father?” He kept his eyes on the dagger she held at her side, ”We’re not much different… I wouldn’t hesitate to rip you apart either.” The thought of being ripped apart sickened Axelle; it made her stomach turn, but she caught on to what he was trying to distract her with: thoughts. Visions, imagination. When she was deep enough, he would strike and she would be distracted. But it wouldn’t work. He continued to laugh, but when he decided to make that ‘sudden move’, she was ready for him. He ran for her, and at first she hesitated, but when it was clear he wasn’t going to stop, she drove the dagger into his chest.

She thought the stab drove home, but instead it just sliced very close to his neck. He had a nice gash along his collar bone, but no stab wound to the heart. And as she was too busy trying to see where she got him, he punched her dead in the face. The punch was hard because it was direct and close, and when she stumbled back, he brought a leg up and kicked her hard in the stomach. It was hard enough for her to cough out blood, and become slightly dizzy. She dropped the knife as she realized what had happened. She crouched over, clutching her stomach, which was the stupidest move she had done yet. He used that opportunity to kick her in the face, which had her seeing stars all over again. When she hit the ground, she was barely conscious. She could hear everything around her, but she couldn’t open her eyes or move. She was done for.

No matter how hard Axelle tried to fight it, she couldn’t move. Tyko circled her paralyzed body with an eager smile. There was so many things he could do to her. Calix was throwing ideas at him left and right, and soon he fed into what the evil spirit wanted: sex. Calix always wanted sex, and Tyko was willing to give it to him. Though Tyko couldn’t rape his own child, he could let someone else do it with his body. He let Calix slide past, and click into place. The way his face contorted was a clear sign of the new inhabitant. Ugly, new inhabitant. He now circled around Axelle like she was a fresh piece of meat that needed to be cut up properly. He continued to check her out, and she continued to try to fight the paralysis, with no prevail. Then he dove on her. He stuck his member into her, and began ravaging her body. Axelle whimpered, and that was all she could do.

Thankfully, Calix finished quickly. Though, they were still stuck together for a while because he knotted. The dagger landed close by and he was just able to reach over and grab it. Then he toyed with the sharp blade and began making cuts into Axelle’s skin, stabbing her here and there just for laughs. She squeaked and whined, but there was nothing she could do. She could fee every bit of the pain, but couldn't move. Something clicked inside her head, and she got all feeling and movement back in her body, and swung a sloppy, half-paralyzed fist at his face. The brute snarled and slammed another fist into hers, and resumed holding her down. He was strong enough to keep her there, stronger than Itzal or Eztli. And all Axelle could do was snarl at him and struggle against him.

They struggled for a while, until finally he deflated enough to pull out of her. Then he stood a little bit away from her with the dagger. Axelle rose, disgusted and hurt and bleeding, to face him. Calix lunged for her, and with one quick motion, attempted to stab Axelle, but she was quick enough to block that by averting his arm with an elbow, but she wasn’t quick enough to see the other fist coming towards her face. That had been the knockout blow. Axelle dropped like a rock, and was instantly out cold.

Calix smiled in her direction, and then walked back towards her horse. He pointed the dagger tip, and as Couer reared to attempt to kick him, he was sliced. The horse snorted, and ran away kicking and jumping. He ran in the direction of Anathema with blood leaking down his chest. Calix allowed Tyko to take over control, finishing with his bit of fun. Tyko realized he was walking away from Axelle’s still-alive body, and rounded back onto her. He walked back over to her unconscious body flipping the dagger around in his fingers, and knelt next to her, and readied the dagger in his hands. Abella saw, and ran over as fast as she could, and right before he was about to drive the blade into her heart, Abella stopped his arm with all her might. ”No! You can’t kill her yet!” Abella still hung onto his strong arm using every muscle in her body, and he snarled back at her. ”Her pack will come looking for you, and you’ll be as good as dead anyway – no matter who won here.” She was just making up an excuse not to kill the girl, but she was right in her own sense. Tyko stopped trying to fight it, and dropped the hand with the knife in his lap. He did, however, cut a nice gash onto the back of her neck in the shape of a ‘T-symbol’, as she would remember him taking her on this very day. Then the man turned and mounted his horse with Abella and left from the spot, taking Axelle’s knife.

…

A few hours later, Axelle awoke cold and hungry. Her horse was gone, Tyko was gone, and Abella was gone – but at least she was still alive. She was bloody and violated, but at least she still had her… Oh, wait. Nevermind – he took the dagger too. Axelle rose from the bloody spot on the ground where her body laid for so many hours. The sun was setting, which meant she had been lying there for most of the day. Where was Kai? Why didn’t he come? Surely he would have found Couer by now… unless he was dead too. She felt a slight pang in her chest for the horse – she didn’t mean for him to get hurt too. He was only meant for transportation, nothing else.

Axelle rose, and instantly, her stomach turned and she threw whatever contents were left in her stomach, up – which was mainly just stomach fluids and a few pieces of stray meat here and there. She avoided stumbling through it as she made her way toward Anathema grounds, slowly.

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