Kitra stumbled even as a paper whip and a flock of oragami birds seemed to appear from beneath her clothes. Zelek wrapped the paper whip in stone mid crack, being hit with a diamond hard katana would cut you in two easily unless of course it had a sheath on. The birds would have to be dealt with the old fashioned way, bringing their master to heel. Still he didn’t care to test his stone versus her whip. He dived forward tackling the already woozy Kitra, he wondered how accurate her birds would be, if she would risk causing herself damage as well as him.

His body hit hers hard leaving him on top of her, his whisimcally murderous grin devolved into something more feral his mouth closed on her throat and turned what could have been a vicious tearing of the jugular into a passionate kiss, She had always liked that, embraced the aspects of danger with in him, always playing with fire though, was bound to burn you sometime.

Burn Kitra burn, He awaited the result of his ploy, perhaps he could convince her that this was all still for her? He was trying to save her from the amazons perhaps? They could run away together. Bid his time until he was sure all of her paper was safely away. In the meantime it couldn’t hurt to cover himself in a fine layer of stishovite* around his skin, which every since the world went M.A.D. was in much higher natural volume. Her diamonds would cut, but not as deep.

((stishovite* is a rare mineral found when quartz bearing rock is brought to extremely high tempatures. It is in the group of mineral hardness just below diamond.))

That bloody jerk stopped her whip! Kitra didn't have time to think much else, nor was she able to react as Zelek's lithe body slammed into hers. Her back met the ground and she felt all the air leave her body as she was sandwiched between the ground and Zelek. For a few precious moments Kitra could only see stars. Her vision came back right as Zelek's feral grin went straight for her throat. Well, so it had seemed as he turned it into a kiss instead.

All right now Kitra was dazed and utterly confused. What the heck was he up to? Her little paper birds had dropped to the ground due to her being stunned for those few moments. However, they quickly took back to the air and hovered. Kitra then turned her full attention to Zelek. She was pissed, "Get the hell off me you blood sucker." Alright that had sounded better in her head.

Zelek couldn't move fast enough for Kitra. Since he didn't actually have a proper hold on her, she pushed upwards with her arms. As an added bonus she used her paper to give him a second shove off her. Once that was achieved she scooted backwards and stood. There was about a foot between the two of them now. Her eyes narrowed and her paper birds resumed their attacks. Kitra's eyes narrowed even further as none of them did any damage.

A low growl escaped her lips and her whip disassembled and reassamebled into a short sword. One that she was holding so there was no hold's barred on how sharp it could be. And you guessed it, it was as sharp as diamond. She moved forward as she brought the blade slashing upwards, aiming for cut to his midsection. Then a few more across his chest and then one aimed for his neck. All the while she used this particular distraction to use a few of her now not so useless birds towards his eyes. A small chuckle escaped her lips as her birds went for bullseyes on both his eyes.

A smile lifted his lips as they were pressed against her neck, the sound of paper birds hitting the ground was music to his malevolent mind.

Or not. Nope, no love for little old him. a surprised laugh escaped his lips as he heard the word blood sucker and she effectively tossed him off of her. before he had time to scramble over and reclaim his superior positioning she was attacking with the birds again.

A nasty paper blade tore into his skin ripping paper cuts into his exoskeleton and releasing his blood. He would have to return the favor. Long needle like tendrils sprang from the tips of his fingers growing toward her as quickly as he could manage; they speared the birds heading for his face and continued toward her. He accepted the body blows, frustrated that the paper based attacks would take longer to heal than usual but much less time than wood. He couldn’t however spare his neck at the moment. His free hand swung wildly toward the blade, stishovite met paper, met arm met blood before the forward swing stopped.

Zelek gasped in pain and his eyes widened in pain. “Magnificent!” his fingers wrapped around the paper weapon. His other hand slashed at her collar bone, it was time to introduce her to the wonders of true pain.

Kitra gasped and felt a wave of nausea hit her as her blade bit into Zelek's arm and came at a halt a good chunk of the way into his arm. Her gulp was audible as her paper blade dropped and fell apart as it fell from her hands. Part of her mind had seen the needle like tendrils that were coming for her. The other part was still attempting to come to agreement on how close she had just nearly taken Zelek's arm off.

She saw his eyes widen and heard his gasp of pain. Kitra had managed to move back slightly however his finger weapons still scored nasty hits. Her scream of anguish rang throughout the dusty air as the stone bit into her flesh. Deep gouges scored her flesh and moving her arm made her want to scream again. All she could do was blink and look down as blood flowed from her wounds.

Kitra staggered back a few steps, her wounds were deep but she could still move. Providing she could think past her pain. She could do that. Kitra gritted her teeth and pulled out her bone dagger that Isabel had made her. Holding it in right hand she moved forward. Her vision was slightly blurred due to tears streaming out of them. It caused her to stumble as she went for Zelek's eyes once again.

He struck true as she had, and while he was going to bring them back as he didn’t want to damage her to much after all, She was going for a knife in the face of this small mercy.. The paper fell from his hand and arm as it soaked up his blood and fell to the ground. Zelek retracted the needles just after adding sharp barbs to the ends to add a bit of sting to their exit wounds.

Such a fierce creature he had taken a liking to so long ago. She was still intent on killing him. It was just a bone blade, let her have her fun he thought. The bone struck true and he gasped, the pain was absolute, he was pain incarnate. It took him back, fond memories and all that. One hand grasped for her throat the other struggled with the hand upon her hilt, he had to get that clear as to begin the brief healing process.

his face was a contrast of red on powdery white. a mix of agony and joy twisted his features in a cacophony of confused pleasure.

Kitra's managed to score true for getting his eyes. It was a shallow cut, but still a hit nonetheless. However her short victory was quickly abated as Zelek grasped at the handle with one hand and went for her throat with his other.

Kitra gasped and dropped her bone blade as her hands went to his hand to try to get it to release. She couldn't breathe! Her voice came out as a gurgle as she tried to tell him to stop. Her mind went blank as did all of her insticts except one. One of her knees went for his groin. Kitra wasn't sure if it even connected as her world went black.

Zelek grinned as her body went limp, her knee was a millimeter away from decimating his manhood, it wouldn’t have been pleasant. Still he would have survived. He knelt down and lapped at one of the several wounds upon her collar bone and enjoyed the sensation of his wound stitching themselves back together. He calmly and methodically removed ever scrap of paper from her person, he wasn’t a pervert so he behaved himself, but damned if he didn’t appreciate the view, whilst he made sure she was free of weapons. He licked the blood from his lips and tossed Kitra over his shoulder. Her hands were bound at her back andhe laid her gently next to Allison.

He checked the other girl’s pulse and was pleased to find her alive. He bound her hands as well and retrieved the remainder of the wine. Pouring it down the woman’s throat, to ensure a peaceful trip to their new accommodations.

Zelek sealed the entrance to the section of subway he found that was caved in on both ends, providing light and air was only a matter of minuscule tunnels and well placed shiny rocks. His lair glittered with light during the day it was cast into a darkness that was unforgiving during the night.
Both women were thoroughly secured to their means of imprisonment, it was one thing his power had allowed him to do well. He laid Kitra in one corner of the cavern and chained Allison to a wall, she was in better health and more dangerous as he hadn’t had the opportunity to remove her source of attack, the girl was covered in ink and short of sanding her skin, which he was willing to do, he hadn’t thought of a way to remove the ink in manner that would preserve her, but he would figure something out.

He tended to and cleaned kitra’s wounds, Boiling water would help them seal he thought.

Perhaps boiling water was the answer to the ink girl's inevitable resistance as well. all of her need not remain pretty after all.

Blackness, complete blackness. It was a blessing to be free from the pain Kitra had just been experiencing. How long she was out for she hadn't had a clue. However pain brought her out of the blackness. Kitra gasped and would have sat bolt upright. But she was chained, or more correctly termed, stone shackle bound on her hands and feet.

She attempted to call her paper at will and was not pleased when she got absolutely nothing. Kitra eyed Zelek, who was currently attempting to clean her wounds. Which in turn was what had woken her up. Her voice was level and calm when she spoke, "Pervert." Kitra blinked a few times, which helped to clear her sight up a bit. She sighed, "Mind telling me what the hell you want with us?"

Kitra couldn't see Allison which was not a good thing, hell if she was stuck here she may as well be annoying. "Is Allison still alive?" She definetely did not like being helpless. But thats exactly what she was. No paper and nothing but her wit. Kitra closed her eyes and sighed, why oh why did she have to met him.

Waking up in pain was much more familiar than Allison thought it ought to be. Waking up sitting up was not so familiar, and she’d bumped her head on the wall and spent a few minutes staring into the near-darkness before trying to stand up, being pulled abruptly back down by chains, and realizing that she wasn’t still in her first semester of college. Or even in the same world, any more. She could sort of see; there was light, in patches, even if not enough for her to actually see anything useful yet. And she could sort of hear; there were voices, tone and cadence, even if there weren’t any associated words or names yet. And she could feel; solid beneath her, solid behind her, legs asleep and tingling, solid around her wrists that had pulled her back down.

Well, the last one she could do something about. Allison yanked her arm away, as if she were trying to punch something, with as much force as she could manage, and immediately failed to accomplish anything except to make the thing on her wrist seem to bite into her arm. She yelped at the unexpected pain, letting her arm go limp again. And, then, realized that immediately trying to escape unknown chains when she was in an unknown place probably wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had.

…Well, fine. If Zelek was going to know she was inclined to fight anyway, then there was no reason for her to have to pretend otherwise. Good; it was easier not to pretend, anyway.

His lair was more like a crypt or a tomb than he would have preferred, but there was something befitting about drinking blood in a dank, dark cavern. It was a fifty foot by thirty foot rectangle platform connecting to the long rail that subways used to go down. It was caved in on bot sides of the tunnel leaving area that he had made turned into a wonderful little statue garden, each of the statues a former victim. Towards the wall several statues made up a throne each statue helping the next form a fairly comfortable seat. The rest of the statues knelt toward it, some begging, others weeping, all of them were obviously suffering.

The rest of the old subway station at 77th st was smoothed out and made to look as if it were natural, only the small tunnels infused with crystals reflected light and provided air. They climbed high into the rubble of the building that used to be above it, all the way to the top, where those that passed it now and then would swear the place was haunted by the deceased, on some nights you could hear their voices crying out for anyone to save them. the light would eventually be bright enough to see by easily, once the sun had saw fit to burrow through the haze and grace them with a proper light. Both exits were sealed and would remain that way for some time.

“Never that my fair skinned maiden.” He chastised her as he cleaned her cuts. He smiled down at Kitra and tilted his head back. “Allison, Kitra wants to know if you are alive.”

“ Are you alive Al?” Zelek called out again tentatively as if he didn’t know the wretch was making a healthy return to life.

If looks could kill then Zelek would be a pile of smoldering ash. However Kitra did not have that kind of power. She did know she was really feeling Zelek cleaning her wounds. Kitra winced and noted that her coat was gone. She was also rewarded with hearing a yelp as Zelek's voice went silent.

Happy with knowing Allison was alive, or hopefully that was her making that noise, she turned her attention to Zelek. His comment of fair skinned maiden had made her want to laugh. She kept that bitter laugh to herself. Maiden? There was a reason Kitra had joined the Amazons, there was protection in numbers. And women normally did not attempt to take advantage of the unwilling.

Kitra had lost nearly everything when it had happened. And it didn't even take a few weeks before her supposed safe place she had was broken into. She had been beaten senseless and taken advantage of. Maxine had happened on her a few months later and saved her.

Kitra blinked a few times, wow what a time to be remembering things that no longer mattered. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at Zelek. "So I'll ask again, what are we here for?"

“ I missed you.” His eyes and expression were honest and he might have meant it. Her staring up at him with such fury did nothing to alleviate the momentary look of tender care upon his face, none the less it still evaporated and was replaced by a look of malice that seemed much more at home. He squatted down and spoke into her ear, a wicked whisper delivered, that might have sent chills down the spine of a lesser woman.
“I was, bored, thirsty, lonely amd so very sick of pretending to behave. You are here, to keep me company, keep me happy, keep me quenched. Besides, neither of you were doing anything of consequence. Merely, floating along surviving. You might as well serve some purpose.”

“It does however make me sad to know that there is so much pain in your future.”

He then abruptly stood and spoke loudly to them both. “I hate it, but I see no other course of action, you must suffer, until Allison relinquishes her ink. In time, if you decide to tolerate or even enjoy your new lives, I will try to make things more comfortable for you, but as it is, I have a feeling I can’t trust either of you.”

His uttered words showed true on his face when it showed a moment of tenderness. However if Kitra hadn't been watching closely then she wouldn't have seen it. Malice soon replaced it along with his very wicked whisper. Kitra's gulp was audible as she closed her eyes and shuddered.

To make things even better, Zelek had stood quickly and announced his intent quite loudly so Allison could hear as well. Her eyes flew open as she realized what he would do to Allison and herself if Allison didn't do as he said. Kitra really couldn't care less about herself. She had brought Allison into this mess. She needed to get her out of it.

Her voice came out much calmer then she truly was, "Let Allison go Zelek." Kitra swallowed against her dry throat, "She doesn't deserve to experience the torment you can dish out." Her eyes showed pleading for him to let Allison go. Not that she relished the thought of being food for a sadistic nutcase. But Allison did not deserve that, not whatsoever. Kitra remained silent, waiting for Zelek to respond.

Allison’s hearing improved, gradually; enough for her to make out words and, eventually, an entire sentence. It took a moment longer for her mind to finish figuring out what “suffer” or “relinquish” meant, and what “her ink” and “your new lives” implied. In the meantime, Allison stayed still, frowning at the air in front of her and letting her vision ever-so-gradually settle back into usefulness. It always was the weakest of her senses; the easiest to hurt, the last to recover, and the most sensitive to being messed with by anything; concussion, emotions, or from the taste in her mouth, drugs. She could see shapes, now; fuzzy silhouettes, only they were still dark on black instead of black on sunrise.

Once her mind did catch up with what she heard, Allison did not see red. She never had, really; instead, she’d always seen white. That was her first clue to her own rage; the second was the feel of her ink lifting off of her arms and burning through her skin, and the third was the pain in her wrists. It took a moment to realize, again, that it was the stone biting into them to hold her back. “Kill you--!” Her voice was loud enough to make her flinch, thick and scraping on her throat; it was the pain from speaking that told her it was her voice.

Allison froze a moment, breathed, and the rage settled back into cold and storage; ready to fly when she let it, but not so interfering now. Her vision came back; fully, now, she thought, though no more useful in the dark. She stayed still, the ink that she’d ripped out of her arms floating in loose patches around her head, and stared toward where noise seemed to come from, hoping to see something that would help. Neither giving up ink--and effectively agreeing to his power and choices--nor keeping it and letting Lady Kitra be hurt were choices she could agree to.

She couldn’t see any others, though. Not yet. There had to be a yet. She couldn’t choose anything else.

Zelek looked to Kitra with a mocking grin. “Ok, Let me go do that. She wouldn’t bring that whole flock of banshees back to save you. Besides what’s to stop me from devouring you, if I don’t have anything to snack on.

His head snapped to the right as he looked toward the woman screaming gutturally. Half expecting the woman had found a way to thwart his constraints. She would not enjoy the repercussions of killing him again.

“I thought you already figured out how bad I am at dying. We could all get along so much better if you would just put the ink down and submit.” He taunted hoping she would prolong the process, so he could break them properly.

“I wonder though, how many more amazons could I capture? A gorgeous fountain of blood pouring from the veins of once proud women. I might need to track down an adapted first to handle a couple of them. I am sure you all have wronged at least one, surely.” He drifted into a thoughtful state, wondering at the likely hood of finding a tamable adapted.