Subject: Fraternizing with the Enemy, chapter 2
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Posted on: 2011-07-07 04:25:00 UTC

Author's note: This chapter is dedicated to ApOcAlIpspOnY who is clearly such a sad person that he has to flame everyone who writes better than him. :) Maybe hell stop being so immature now. So go thank him for inspiring more Nume/Suicide! I guess now we know who really sucks, huh?

Suicide dragged the gasping Supernumerary into the darkness. It took a moment for the terrified Supernumerary to realize that he was in a responce center--the dark responce center 2771, where Suicide and his minons--no such thing as friends no, he never had friends--lived. Supernumerary gasped as he was thrusted through the dark doors into the deep shadowiness beyond.

He stumbled hard and fell, violet bruises blooming on his illuminescent pale skin as he fell. He blinked away the diamond tears clinging to his delicate lashes, trying to stand up, but his hands were trembling and he had trouble rising up. With a growl Suicide kicked the door closed, his broad muscular shoulders blocking the light even before the responce center was closed to the light of day outside. Now there was only darkness and Supernumerary let out a gasp of terror.

He felt so strange ..... there was a hot warmth in his hands where they shivered and the soft flesh of his slender hips burned where Suicice had dug his strong fingers into it. The warmth burned him and made him shiver.

Suicide snapped his fingers and a brilliant lance of fame shoot from them, catching fire of torches set in iron brackets around the responce center and bathing the scene in flickering orange and red light. It burnt Suicide's deep brown skin almost black and his eyes lit up flame-colored, making him a dark and fearsome spirit that loomed over the trembling Supernumerary as if he were an otherworldly demon that planned something sensualy nonconsensual for Supernumerary. It flickered over Supernumerarys skin, turning him into an otherworldly fae of flame light.

"H-how did you do that?" Supernumerary gasped.

"The ancient world held more strength and magic then you could imagine," Suicide said his low voice thrumming through Supernumerary like rough deep music. "How do you think I could survive so much battle and darkness? Like the ancient oracles from who I learned my craft, my power is unstoppable." Supernumerary gasped and Suicide let out a low dark laugh. "But like every oracle I need sacrifices to maintain my power. That's why I'm here, my young nymph." The cruel hand caressed Supernumerary's slender throat. "Do you think I'd spend my renewed life in this place if it wasnt for the hunting it gave me? And you are the prettiest piece of pray I have ever seen, Nume."

"Don't call me that!" Supernumerary gasped, trembling. "I won't let you kill me!"

"Oh my dear Nume . . ." The dark man smirked and a wave of heat rolled through Supernumerary making his knees tremble. "Who ever said anything about killing you?"

Author's note: what a twist! What can I say I was inspired. :) It's totally obvious to anyone whos actually studied history (like I have. I spend so much time researching! What can I say, I'm a perfectionist) that Greeks were really into magic stuff and it totally makes sense for Suicide to be magical. They had a whole goddess of witchcfrafgt and stuff. Now remember, reviews are love!

[Tungsten's note: Yep. Goin' to hell.]

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