Todd Wants Key's Face

Sam: Sarah... Sarah, come closs'rr... mnnff... yer'ah hunnerd miles away right now...

Sarah: <:/ ... *scoots her chair closer, and leans in a bit* better?

Sam: *smiles a little* ... No... clos'urr...

Sarah: *smiles a bit as well, and leans in even closer, so she's only a few inches away from his face* Here?

Sam: ... Thas good... *he combs his fingers through her hair, still smiling*

Sarah: Heh... *leans even closer and lightly nuzzles him*

Sam: *nuzzles her back* ...Mmm... probably won'rem'ber most'ah this...

Sarah: Well... it's not like we can't do this again later...

Sam: S'true... id'be nice t'do...

Sarah: Mhmm... *kisses his cheek, then nuzzles him some more* ...Have you been sleeping okay?

Sam: ... Uh... mmnn... will y'be mad at me f'I said "no"...? D;>

Sarah: No.... I'd just ask why. <:(

Sam: S'cause I've been hurting... drugs wear'off by th'time M'sleeping...

Sarah: Oh... Have you tried asking them about that...? <:(

Sam: Mnnno... never thought 'bout it...

Sarah: Well, maybe you should ask them tonight, you need to get some sleep... <:(

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Blood Puppet: *without a word, he takes her*

meanwhile

Sam: *waits for Sarah to visit*

Sarah: *comes in to visit after she was done with work* Hey, Sam... feeling better? <:/

Sam: M'feeling DRUGGED... 'cuz I complained 'nough... heheh...

Sarah: Oh... <:/ *pulls up a chair, and sits next to his bed* Well hey, better than hurting.

Sam: S'nice t'see you... very nice...

Sarah: It's nice to see you too... *lightly touches his hand* ...I hope you'll be out of here soon...

Sam: Cann take much long'rr... I think... s'good, though... m'fine...

Sarah: Good to hear... *lightly strokes his hand* ...

Sam: *he smiles a little* ... shoulda seem me wakin'up infftha morning... coulnn't ev'n THINK... eheh... REALLY needed something t'drink...

Sarah: Well, we're trying to get you OFF the alcohol, Sam...

Sam: I know... every minute's torture w'thout it, though...

Sarah: You just have to last a little while longer... <:(

Sam: Mnngh... s'better with the drugs...

Sarah: Not surprised... *sighs* ...Sam, you have to promise me you'll try your best to NOT start drinking again....

Sam: M'kay... I'll try... but... eheheh... can't promise you n'thing...

Sarah: ...Even with your mom...? *trails off, and sighs. no use trying to reason with him right now...*

Sam: *misunderstanding her* ... I could maybe drink with my mom... in controlled doses... maybe it'll be easier that way...

Sarah: That's not what I-- *groans* Never mind...

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Blood Puppet: *he keeps it up until the motions grow tiresome for him, to which he then stops* ... Enjoyable, I hope? Bah, what am I saying? Of course it was.

Celine: *can only nod, too out of breath to speak*

Blood Puppet: *he then moves both of his hands to her hips, resting them there* ... So... when the Lieutenant gets better, would you care to visit him with me? I do ever so much enjoy toying with him...

Celine: *puts her hands over his, and speaks when she catches her breath* I would love... to go with you... huff...

Blood Puppet: Oh good... that'll be fun, won't it? Us and the Lieutenant... possibly also that Sarah woman.

Celine: Oh, they'll be fun to torment... it's been a while since we've had a chance to...

Blood Puppet: Well, that's because the Lieutenant has been hurting himself without my help... and its rude to attack someone when they aren't prepared for it. *he kisses her neck*

Celine: Mmm... a good point... *leans back and nuzzles his neck, kissing it as well*

Blood Puppet: ... Mmm... so... that swirl that I showed you when you were in the dentist's chair... did it help you relax? Just curious to know.

Celine: Mhmm... It did.

Blood Puppet: Good... that's very, very good... *he kisses her again, then walks around so that he's facing her front* Do you... remember anything from when you looked at that swirl? Like how you felt, perhaps? Or anything you may have heard?

Celine: ...I... it's hard to describe. It felt like... floating. I wasn't really thinking of anything in particular, just how nice it felt...

Blood Puppet: The swirl made you feel like floating? How very interesting... *he nuzzles her* ... I can carry you back to the chair... we can do things...

Celine: *puts her arms around him again* I'd enjoy that....

Blood Puppet: ... I think you will, too... *he then picks her up and carries her to the dentist's chair, setting her down on it. He proceeds to take off all his clothes, revealing his body, scarred with bullet holes from far back, when he trained himself to hit them back with his blade. Scars. Burns. All past stories, stretching back from when he was still infected*

Celine: *looks him up and down, wondering when and how he got some of those scars... she could ask him about them later, if he was willing to share. for now, she simply sits in the chair, eagerly awaiting him*

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Blood Puppet: *he slices up the body, slice slice with his katana, then starts a fire, every once in a while, when Celine is in sight, he glances back at her*

Celine: *doesn't notice at all. she walks over and sets the spices down near him* Need anything else?

Blood Puppet: No, that's all... *he adds some spices onto the meat, cooking it in the fire until it's done. When it is , he sits and eats it as it is*

Celine: *waits patiently* ...

Blood Puppet: *he later finishes* Ah... quite good. Quite good, indeed. *he eyes Celine* ... Ms. Gris, come here.

Celine: ! *goes over to him, eager to please*

Blood Puppet: *he then kisses her, simply wanting to do so*

Celine: *kisses him back, putting her arms around him*

Blood Puppet: *he then breaks the kiss to whisper to her* ... I have always been fascinated with the human body... I want to study yours, Ms. Gris. Strip.

Celine: *nods, then takes a step back so she can have room to take all her clothes off. she drops them in a small pile next to her, and simply stands there* ...

Blood Puppet: ... *he steps closer to her* It's almost surprising how comfortable you are making yourself nude in front of me... *he examines her body, touching her arm as he does so*

Celine: *shivers a bit when he touches her, but doesn't squirm under his gaze* I live to please you, Walter... I have no qualms with this...

Blood Puppet: ... Nice to know... *he walks around her, touching her back, then uses both his hands to massage her* This does not mean that I will not also try to please you, though...

Celine: *relaxes, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet sigh* Mm... well, thank you...

Blood Puppet: Of course... *he then takes off one of his gloves, throwing it aside. He moves the bare hand over to Celine's front, moving a single finger down her body until he reaches her more... private area. He doesn't stop there, however. He "massages" the woman's parts*

Celine: *leans her head back against his shoulder, letting out a pleased moan. she puts her hand over his, hoping to keep it there*

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Blood Puppet: *grins from ear to ear* I like the swirl, too... go to sleep for a few minutes, Ms. Gris.

Celine: Alright... goodnight... *her eyes droop closed, and she's immediately asleep*

Blood Puppet: *he turns off the TV and pushes it back up. He continues combing his fingers through her hair, waiting for the "few minutes" to be up*

Celine: *wakes up after a short while. she smiles widely when she sees him, as if he were the most wonderful thing she's ever looked at* Hello, Walter...

Blood Puppet: *still combing his fingers through her hair, he smiles back at her* Hello... and why is Ms. Gris so happy at the moment, hmm?

Celine: Because I'm happy to see you... *briefly glances down* May I wonder why I'm strapped down?

Blood Puppet: To make you more comfortable. I know how very comfortable this chair makes you. *he unstraps her* There you are.

Celine: Mm, thank you. *sits up, looking up at Blood Puppet, practically ADMIRING him* ...

Blood Puppet: *his smile widens a bit when he sees her looking at him like that, silently staring back* ...

Celine: ... *stands up from the chair, and puts her arms around him, hugging him close, just wanting to HAVE him there...* ...

Blood Puppet: *he hugs her back, kissing her cheek* A hug is always a grand thing...

Celine: Mhmm... *nuzzles him affectionately* Always nice to have you close...

Blood Puppet: The same goes to you, my dear... now, ah... I am quite hungry, so... that person I killed... I need to go cook him.

Celine: Ah... would you like some help?

Blood Puppet: You're willing to help me prepare a dead body?

Celine: *nods, still smiling. she was practically willing to help him to ANYTHING*

Blood Puppet: Ah, good. *he smiles at this, then walks over to the body and drags it near the entrance. He starts cutting it up* Ms. Gris, if you could find any seasonings lying around, that would be most excellent.

Celine: *nods, and looks around, picking up whatever she finds. most people would find this kind of thing repulsive, but no, she thought absolutely nothing of it*

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Blood Puppet: You simply threw me off guard. That's all. He approaches her, dropping the body onto the floor, and gives Celine a one-armed hug* Ah, well... laying dormant for as long as we have can make me a bit jumpy... so, my apologies for questioning your behavior...

Celine: *is a bit disturbed by the sound of the body hitting the floor, but nevertheless, she puts one arm around Blood Puppet when he does* That's fine... no apologies necessary.

Blood Puppet: ... Very well... *he takes his mask off then leans in and kisses Celine*

Celine: *kisses him back, though to her, it felt like something was... off. she wasn't enjoying it as much as she should...*

Blood Puppet: *breaks the kiss* ... Is something wrong?

Celine: *pulls away slightly* ...I don't know... I'm not quite sure.

Blood Puppet: ... *he thinks he understands what's wrong, which saddens him* ... Ms. Gris, would you please get into the dentist's chair?

Celine: Um... sure. *hesitantly sits down in the chair, feeling unusually nervous*

Blood Puppet: *he straps her in* Now, see, Ms. Gris... this is going to relax you... *he pulls the TV down close to Celine's face, turning it on* You are going to feel so very relaxed... *he then slips the headphones on her head*

Celine: *stares at the tv, and after a little while, she goes completely blank*

Blood Puppet: *he carefully slips the headphones off* ... This is very relaxing, isn't it, Ms. Gris? Just like I told you...

Celine: ...very relaxing...

Blood Puppet: That's right, very much correct Ms. Gris. Now... can you search inside your subconscious and tell me why you've suddenly become more nervous around me...?

Celine: ...Always been... uncertain... the effects... of the last session... are wearing off....

Blood Puppet: Ah... *he figures that making the command stronger would allow it to last longer* ... Ms. Gris, remember that you love me... but not just love... you are DEVOTED to me... OBSESSED, even...

Celine: ....I am obsessed over you....

Blood Puppet: *he combs his fingers through Celine's hair* Yes... that's right... and remember, this chair relaxes you... the swirl on the TV relaxes you... you like the swirl, Ms. Gris... you like to stare at it...

Celine: I like the swirl...

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Sam: ... I promise, Mom... <:(

Claire: ....I heard there was alcohol involved... please tell me it wasn't you...

Sarah: D:> ...

Sam: ... ... *he looks away from his mother, shame starting to show in his eyes* ...

Claire: *tries very hard to hide her disappointment* ...

Sarah: ...

Sam: ... *he finally speaks, albeit quietly* ... I-It was because Dad died... I-I couldn't deal with it on my own... a-and then Sarah left because I was being an ASSHOLE to her BECAUSE I was drunk because Dad died... and then I drank MORE, and now I'm about to lose my JOB, and... and... I-I just c-can't... s-so much has just... fallen apart in s-such a short t-time...

Claire: ... *looks back at Sarah to confirm this*

Sarah: *doesn't meet her gaze* ....

Claire: .... *looks back at Sam* ...well, I hope you've realized your mistake...

Sam: ... Yeah, I know... I-I'm gonna try to fix all of this... if I can...

Claire: I'm sure you can... it might take some work, but I'm sure you can do it...

Sarah: ... <:/

Sam: ... Thank you, Mom... <:(

Claire: *puts her hand over his, and squeezes it gently* ...Try to be more careful next time... I don't need to lose you too. <:(

Sarah: <:( ...

Sam: *he nods slightly at his mother, no longer feeling the need to speak* ... <:(

Claire: ... I have to go run some errands... I love you, Sam. Don't do anything too foolish, alright? <:(

Sarah: <:( ...

Sam: ... Bye, Mom... <:(

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Blood Puppet: *comes back to the dentist's office, a fresh kill slung over his shoulder - a teenager around the age of fifteen* Here I am, Ms. Gris.

Celine: *is milling about as she usually does--there really isn't much to do. she had started feeling a bit... uncomfortable around Blood Puppet again... it was strange. watching him come in with a body like that didn't help at all* Welcome back, Puppet...

Blood Puppet: ... So the Lieutenant has drunkenly smashed himself and his motorcycle into a truck... I do hope he's okay. If he dies by anything other than my hand... well... that would be rather disappointing...

Celine: I honestly DOUBT that would be enough to finish him off...

Blood Puppet: Ah, true... the man deserves an award for how much he's survived... but now curiosity has overtaken me... I did tell you that calling me Walter was fine... so why call me "Puppet" like you used to?

Celine: ...Just changing things up a little... Is there something wrong with change? <:/

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Sam: *he slowly wakes up, his tired eyes resting on Sarah* ...Mmmg'morning... *he gives her a small smile. Thank god the night before hadn't been a dream. She was really there, and she still IS...

Sarah: *sits up, returning his smile* Good morning... *lightly touches the back of his hand* How are you feeling...?

Sam: I've got a headache... and I can really feel the broken bits of me now... but it's okay, because you're here... <:)

Sarah: Do you want me to get the doctor...? <:(

Sam: Mr'okay... but then I can't really talk to you straight... <:(

Sarah: I'd rather not see you in pain... <:(

Sam: ...Mh'kay... when's Mom coming here...? Do you know...? <:(

Sarah: I'm not sure, she said she was coming in the morning...

Sam: ... 'Kay... *he look off to the side, out the window, the morning light hitting his eyes like razor blades* GUH - *looks back over to Sarah, squinting* ... Shouldn't of done that...

Sarah: Ah! Yeah... You want me to close those, or...?

*there is a knock on the door*

Claire: *peeks into the room* Sam?

Sam: Mom... Hey... <:)

Claire: <:D! *comes into the room, quietly shutting the door behind her*

Sarah: *steps aside to give Claire room* <:)

Claire: *goes right up to the edge of the bed, looking incredibly relieved* ...Thank god you're alright...

Sam: ... You kinda have to expect that from me, Mom - I've survived a whole bunch of that kinda stuff... stabbings, drug overdose, and now a major accident. <:P

Claire: Please don't remind me. X(

Sarah: ^^;

Sam: But hey, I'm alive - in pain, but alive. <:)

Claire: And that's what matters. <:) I just hope you get better soon...

Sarah: ....

Sam: Of course I will - I can bounce back from anything AND I can do it quickly. XP

Claire: I know you can, I've seen you do it. <:P Just don't OVER-do it... can you promise me that?

Sarah: <:/ ...

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Sam: *smiles sadly at Sarah - he can hear his mother's relief even over the cell phone*

Sarah: *smiles back at Sam* Now, you just go get some sleep, alright Ms. Gatzsky?

Claire: I will... thanks again...

Sarah: Anytime. Goodnight... *hangs up* Alright, she knows. She says she's coming to see you tomorrow.

Sam: ...Okay... feel bad f'worrying her... <:/

Sarah: Well, at least she knows you're okay now... that's one less thing for her to worry about. <:/

Sam: Yeah... ... maybe y'should go sleep, Sarah...

Sarah: ...Okay... then maybe you should do the same. <:(

Sam: Mmkay... *he closes his eyes, relaxing*

Sarah: ... *pulls up a chair, and sits next to the bed, resting her head on the edge of the mattress* ...

Sam: *he feels her weight on the edge of the bed and opens his eyes a bit so he can run his good hand through her hair* ...

Sarah: *gives him a tired smile, then gently takes his hand from on top of her head, and sets it back down on the mattress, keeping her own hand over his, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. she speaks quietly* Go to sleep, Sam...

Sam: ... Mh... *he closes his eyes again. It doesn't take very long for him to fall asleep*

Sarah: *sits there for a while, with her hand over his, until she eventually falls asleep as well*

The Next Morning

Sam: *still asleep*

Doctor: *had snuck into the room while Sam and Sarah are asleep and started changing some of Sam's bandages* ...

Sarah: *wakes up, and notices the doctor there* ! *scoots the chair away from the bed to give the doctor some more room to work* ...

Sam: *fast asleep*

Doctor: *works* ...

Sarah: *waits patiently* .....

Doctor: *after changing the bandages, the doctor checks Sam's broken arm and ribs before writing down a couple of notes and leaving*

Sam: *asleep*

Sarah: *waits for the doctor to close the door behind him before she pulls the chair back up to the bed. she goes back to the same position she was in before,head on the mattress, hand over Sam's*

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Sam: *it takes him a few extra seconds to register what's going on and what has been said* M'sokay... was drunk anyway... acted likah asshole... m'understand... woulda'left myself f'I got married to m'self an'this happened...

Sarah: Th-The fact that you were drunk should have been enough for me to realize that I couldn't take you seriously...

Sam: ... ... I... had ah'dream... Sarah... m'dad was'there... said t'get you back... somehow... told me... t'stop drinkin'... but... but ah'CAN'T... ah'can't do'it, Sarah...

Sarah: Yes you can... I KNOW you can... you got by just fine without it before...

Sam: *quietly* M'think... h'maddicted... c-can't... *he's crying* I-I'm'ADDICTED...!

Sarah: Hey, hey, hey, shhhh... *puts her hand over his uninjured one* shhh... all addictions can be broken, okay? I'll help you get through this...

Sam: S-S'not j-just that... might l-lose m'job...! O-OH GOD... e-everything's turning t'shoot...! *he sniffles, trying to calm down* B-B'no... n-not everyth-thing... y-you're b-back...

Sarah: *leans down, lightly touching her forehead to his* Shhh.... shhh, that's right, I AM back... and I'm gonna help you fix all of this, okay? I promise. I won't ever leave you again, especially when you need me.

Sam: *he lightly kisses her as best as he can, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He's dealt with enough pain. Perhaps now it will finally end* ...I-I love'you, Sarah...

Sarah: *gently kisses him back, wiping the tears away with her thumb* I love you too, Sam... and I'm so, SO sorry I left...

Sam: M'forgive you... forgive me f'being a dickwad...?

Sarah: *nods slightly* Mhmm... *lightly rubs his cheek with her thumb* ...Do you remember anything the doctors said? About how badly you were hurt?

Sam: ... No... That, n'the accident isself's completely blank... can't remember a'thing...

Sarah: Mm... well, that's okay. *nuzzles him lightly* As long as you're still here. <:)

Sam: Mm... <:) *he lightly touches her hand with his not-broken one*

Sarah: *kisses his forehead, and pulls away, keeping her hand on his cheek* ... Oh god, we need to tell Claire you're okay... D:>

Sam: She doesn't know yet...? D;>

Sarah: *pulls out her phone* Well, I assume she saw the news... D: *dials Claire's number, hoping her battery will last long enough*

Claire: *answers, sounding quite panicked* Sarah?? Oh god, is Sam--

Sarah: He's fine! He's going to be okay, I'm standing right next to him...

Claire: *is extremely relieved* Oh, thank GOD... I just... I don't know what I would have done if... *sighs* Thank you so much for calling... tell him I'll be there in the morning, alright?

Sarah: I will, don't worry about it...

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