[>> Leafstorm515]

Yep, another Criminal investagator. <3 Well, not really. She's the perp/unsub, until she befriends one of the agents and the whole team ends up loving her and blah blah she becomes their 'pet'. ( To save her from the death penalty, they vouch for her and get her put under thier watch lol) Her name is Riley James, and the tattos either mean someting or cover scars. ( There are obvious scars on her back and face. The barbed wire tattoo around her ankle it a touchy subject.

[>> Leafstorm515]

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[>> Leafstorm515]

(( Felt like doing some writing, so have this. X3)

My eyes narrowed as the rest of the team walked away. They knew, every one of thier lying deceitful hearts knew that I'd never really be a member of thier 'family'. The taste of this thought settled bitterly into my mouth, and my lips curved downward in distaste. I felt mildly apphalled at my ungreatful beahvaior. Granted, they had saved my life. But saving a persons life is an act of mercy, not actual saving. I was already gone, long long gone before they'd ever even seen me.

Subconciously, my finger rubbed one of the scars on my palm. Defensive wound. Painful. Undeserved. My eyes flickered as I leaned back against the desk, my heavy boots making a soft thud as I shifted my weight. What was I doing here? I rubbed my temples harshly as I thought. I hadn't ever wanted this... Had I really wanted to be this monster? I guess if I paused and asked myself, I really had. How to escape the pain of the world, I thought, was to join it. To become the pain that the world offered. Then what did I have to fear? Grudgingly, a pained smirk flitted across my lips. Myself. Opening one eye to stare through the haze of red hair, I saw a figure approaching me. Curtis. 6'7. Leader. Weak spot left shoulder. Favors right leg. " Riley, It's late. Do you want something to eat?" He asked. His voice was like grtty sandpaper as it tore through my feeling of thought.

I let out a brief hiss under my breath, cussing a few times in russian. I then raised my eyes in what had to be a rather unimpressed look to meet Curtis's gaze. "Feed me like cat, da?" I muttered, not bothering to correct my accent. Curtis started at this, then a stern grimace set over his well-scuplted face. " Riley." He barked, and the word was no longer a name, but a command. Stop. Shut up. Become a dummy. My brain instatnly disected everything I saw, and I massaged my forehead again. "Vhy, Cur-tis, evil always out zere?" I questioned suddenly, my voice cruel and calm. I stared into his blue-green eyes with intense anger. Curtis's face went through an array of emotions as he struggled to find words.

"Riley, What's gotten into you? Pull yourselfr together." Curtis said, avoiding my question. I was suddenly on my feet, and had him pinned against the wall, my hand latched on his throat. In the same instant he put a gun to my forehead, and the click of the bail echoed in the abdononed room. I continued to stare, unblinking. "Evil isn't a true thing. Evil is fear becoming too strong for us to fight it." I whispered, and I could feel my anger sliding away. Curtis noticed a second before me, and dropped his gun. In an instant, I felt warm arms wrap around my small frame and pull me to his warm chest. At first I struggled, desperate not to need this comfort, to show I was strong, to fight off any feeling I had. But he just held me softly, and eventually I gave up my plight. "Riley, the world isn't a good thing. Good people get hurt alot. That's why I do this job, to try to show justice. You aren't a bad person, you just don't know what to believe anymore. " He murmured in my ear. I blinked against his neck, pondering his words. "I am not as you say. I was born this way and I will die this way." I whispered back, tilting my head to look up at him.

What I saw in his eyes was more inspring than words could ever be. Tenderness. Love. Anger. Protection. An deep seated despair for my lost life. I saw a fire in his blue eyes, a seething ring of destruction. He was like me, but he had taken the other road. I reached up and gently touched his nose, caught up in that fire. What was life? Life was this. Somehow, some way, I felt a sprout of growth in my heart. I could see it growing, and as Curtis lowered his lips to softly kiss my forehead, the sprout began to bloom.