HandsOfUnhealthyObsessions (Mina)

[ALEXA ARES]

Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis,
she leaves her halo on the pillow where she sleeps
Her heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine
She lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine

Energy pulsed through the thin air, causing the tree limbs to sway and the shadows to tremble. With so many with godly powers populating this small divine made space, nature didn’t seem to know how to cope. The feeling within the town would surely draw people towards its center. It was a proverbial light to their moth. All over the world, humans seemed to gravitate towards the places where energy was the highest and this little town was no different. The reason for the energy was, though.
Mina noticed that the power inside her, the part that makes her a goddess, reacted as well. The vibrations called the dark Violence from where it was hiding. It was like an entity, living within her and influencing her nature. Mina knew what this meant and couldn’t help the cold smile that formed on her lips. Violence was what got her here. She used to use it only in war, beside her father Ares. Now, however, everything has changed. Her relationship with Apollo, the sun god, or more precisely their breakup changed everything. He didn’t find her love of violence to be a healthy obsession. He always felt that he should be worshiped above all else. He took many lovers throughout their relationship. Mina attempted to keep her jealousy in check, however that didn’t work when she released Violence on the battle field. It was then that Apollo came upon her and noticed how horribly she attacked. It was for this reason that he ended their long relationship.
Mina knew that she should have ended it sooner nevertheless; she continued to allow his attention to mask everything else. Until then, she was only seen as a goddess of destruction. She was known for her prowess on the battlefield, her cunning attacks and her weaponry. She was always overshadowed by both her mother and her father. She couldn’t compare to a minor goddess of beauty. She was sure that this deficiency allowed the God into her heart. He required her father’s help for one of his followers. This was the reason that Apollo singled Mina out. He laid gifts at her feet and blessed her with his flattery. He charmed those close to her. He knew exactly how to get close to a woman.
It is only now, that Mina dwelled on it, that she genuinely saw the man masquerading as a poet lover. It was now that her anger rose to its full heights. She remembered hearing that he had a hand in this small place. She couldn’t remember who let her in on the secret or if the information was correct. All Mina knew was that she would destroy something that he loved. This was the reason that the goddess was walking along these dark streets, reading the energy that had recently flowed through the air. She was sure that it held some trace of Apollo’s power. She didn’t know when exactly, since it was mixed in with other, but she knew that some part of him had been in this area.
Like a panther, stalking her pray, Mina made her way through the mist and shadows. No one was around to watch, although the woman probably wouldn’t have noticed if there were. Her target was the man who caused this great beast to accept. At first shame had overwhelmed her, causing her to hate the power. Over time, though, she learned to embrace the violence and set it loose upon the world. She, of course, wanted to be in control and feel the predator preen within her. She embraced, but never let it control. No, she wanted to be the one who would defy Apollo, and all those who only see his beautiful charming mask. She no longer loved him. She hated him and his perfect world. It was a world that she would destroy!
Coming upon a street that was named after Dionysus, Mina knew that something was wrong. As many faults as Apollo had, intoxication was never one. He liked to keep up appearances and he knew that alcohol and drugs would strip his bare. She still felt the energy spilling around her, and decided in that moment that it must be simply from the city’s creation. The man would never be here and that made this small place a haven for her. Violence also recognized that the god would not be crossing their path soon. It roared in rage at the fight that was denied to her, and it.
For this reason, the woman decided that slight inebriation was in order. She knew that only Ambrosia could really intoxicate the gods, but any alcohol would work somewhat. She entered the club that was on her right. It appeared to be the reason that the town seemed empty. Bodies gyrated to the loud music, following the heavy baseline. The smell of sweat and lust permeated the air around her. Smoke swirled towards the door, attempting to escape the huge crowd.
Mina knew that he was tempting fate by entering a place where tension was already very high, however she didn’t care. Her thoughts weren’t occupied by those dancing around her. She made her way to the bar, trying to calm her Power down with promises of what was to come. She knew that it would not be enough, that soon she would need to destroy something. She just wanted that to happen after she got her rum. Mina hadn’t made it 10 steps from the door when she was suddenly knocked sideways. The man’s short red locks fell into his glaring eyes as he dismissed her as a threat. This quick event registered in the Goddesses mind, and she acted before the bastard had a chance to turn back to his dance partner. Her fist shot out, connecting solidly with his cheekbone. It bruised instantly, dazing him as those around him looked to where to place the blame.
As intoxicated as they were, a brawl broke out, leaving everyone shoving to land a blow. This wasn’t a problem for Mina. Violence rejoiced as bodies started to fall around the petite woman. A calm decadence formed in her mind. This was what she had been born to do. A pleasure and contentment rose within her as she scissor kicked the last man who mistakenly came close to the warrior. Mina didn’t realize when she had drawn her dagger until it was in her hand, beckoning anyone unintelligent enough to challenge her. A large circle surrounded the goddess, all watching from a safe distance as he continued to stand with her feet apart, knees slightly bent and both arms out and ready. Her leather pants were dotted with other’s blood. Her dark hair fanned around her glaring face and falling to the shoulders of her ripped loose tshirt. “Who’s next?” Her eyes screamed death to anyone who neared, but her words were designed to entice.

Notes: Sorry, I haven’t done this in a while and my writing is not up to par. Please forgive it for now.

[gadzooks]

Bloody drunks...The funny thing about Aidens' words was that he was starting to feel a slight intoxication rising in his system as well. It had taken about three bottles to himself to get that way but nonetheless he was getting drunk himself. The difference being that he could control his alcohol better than the drunkards he spoke of; who at the time were busy dancing around like buffoons and trying to pick up girls. One of which was staggering towards him now. " Heyy yoush should share yours drinkth..." his words were obviously, and horribly, slurred. Aiden tilted his head to the side, " And why, pray tell, would I do such a thing when I could so easily drink them myself?" his shots, from deciding to drink casually, lined up next to his arm. The man in front of him glared in confusion and his eyebrows knotted together as he tried to get the meaning of Aidens' words. " Becoth I needs more of the drinkth shtuff in me. And I wanth to shee if thath girl will come wish me back to my plaeth." Aiden looked to the girl who the man had gestured towards and choked on his own shot. The girl was clearly a daughter of Aphrodite, in other words meaning the drunken slob of a man stood no chance with her. Returning his attention to the man in front of him he calmly laughed and said," Trust me when I say that you stand no chance with a woman of her type. Because you're definitely not hers." downing another shot and wiping his lips Aiden smiled at the man. Only to barely dodge a fist and shove. Jumping off his stool Aiden yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" calming himself he straightened his pea coat and stared at the man who had fallen to the ground. His drunken friend was now barely managing to pull himself to his feet and lurching already towards Aiden while bellowing in the common drunk roar," SHE'TH TOO IN MINE LEAGUE AND MY TYPETH!!!" dropping to one knee and extending the other Aiden spun himself with hands tucked into his pockets and knocked the mans legs out from underneath him. " Try to see reason and leave it be mate. You're not going to like what you find on the other side of a fight with me." Changing tactics he picked the man up by the back of the neck and carried him towards the door and tossed him towards it. Not bothering to check if he had thrown him into anyone because he quite frankly cared less.
Heading back to his seat Aiden gestured towards the daughter of Aphrodite to join him. He had seen her wink at him just before the drunk had attacked him. She giggled and brought over a few more of her rather attractive friends to join them. Ordering shots on the double Aiden leaned up against the bar and smiled at the girls as they each took seats around him. " Hello ladies...care for a drink?" gesture to the shots already waiting," Now that my drunken acquaintance is gone we can enjoy a night on me." It didn't seem like the order of the night however as Aiden heard quarreling from by the entrance to the bar. "Ugh...sorry ladies I'll be back in a flash." he sat another empty shot glass down and headed for the door. Bodies were pumping and it seemed so were fists. Dammit... Aiden stuck his right hand into his pocket where there was a secret compartment he could reach through to grab the dagger strapped to his abs. Hopefully I'm not going to need this yeah? But the closer he got the more intense the fighting was and more beer bottles were being used as weapons. Occasionally he would have to punch a guy over the head and drop him before moving on. Finally though he came out into an opening where a crazy-eyed woman stood. Shit...
Things were definitely about to get interesting. He had made it just in time to hear her last question and reluctantly raised his free hand," It would appear that'd be me yeah? Take it easy on me though eh mate? Kinda out of practice with the whole fighting scene." As if....he practiced everyday as he had been instructed by Athena. No use having a skill if you were going to let it become weak.

[ALEXA ARES]

Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis,
she leaves her halo on the pillow where she sleeps
Her heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine
She lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine

The bodies started to fall easily, almost too easily. The humans in the bar were weak and intoxicated. Violence scoffed at the lack of effort on its host’s part. One after another, drunken idiots were throw into the circle, almost like they were being drawn to their deaths. Of course, most of them deserved what they got. People entered this town thinking that they could get away with anything, just because the authorities couldn’t touch the gods. This was a dumb analysis, however, because once in the city meaner things came out to play. Some of the men laughed at Mina’s audacity to think that she could best them. The demigods were a little weary; however they too thought more of themselves than they should have.
Those demigods knew when to surrender, however. It was obvious that they were no match for the god who was fighting in their midst. Many people noticed her feminine appearance and linked her to one of Aphrodite’s children. This made them feel better about the odds of the fight. Many of the children of the goddess of love never raised a hand in offence or defence. They were known for their flirtatious nature and physical beauty. Of course, Mina was never raised with her mother. Instead she was brought up on a steady diet of blood and death. This hardened the shell around the once vulnerable heart.
Apollo changed that inner weakness a while ago, though. She no longer thought about morality in these times of great violence. Instead, she attacked with the swiftness of her heritage and the violence that rumbled within herself. That beast, however, was missing in this battle. It no longer cared if something befell on the weak. A fight wasn’t worth having if you didn’t exert any effort. Even the sober people held themselves back from the fight. They preferred to show that they could beat her without much effort. This was their problem. Not only was Mina stronger, but she was bred for this. Most of the demigods had lovely angelic faces and preferred to seduce, which most of the gods did as well. The females wanted to appear delicate and therefore refused to take part in the growing brawl.
Once the fighting stopped, Mina noticed that the room had grown silent. The loud beat no longer flowed through her shoes into her body. The heat had gotten less oppressive, after the fleeing patrons opened to door to the cool night air. Nobody seemed to move as eyes stared at the women in the middle of the circle. Her eyes held cold anger mixed with a surprising calmness that radiated through her tense muscles. Her pulse was relatively normal and her breathing was slow and structured. She still felt the need to inflict damage. She was not satisfied by the fight that had just ended.
Without anyone else coming forward, Mina lowered her arm that was beckoning people forward. She noticed a trace of godly energy, however she wasn’t concerned. However, Mina did wish that the God of healing would manifest to help his fallen worshipers. If Apollo appeared, the goddess had no doubt that she would kill him instantly. He always thought he was superior and wouldn’t suspect a fight. That would surly make both the girl and her Power content.
He didn’t step forward, though. Instead another man appeared out of the crowd. He smelled like alcohol, although he didn’t appear intoxicated. The ease of which he almost flowed through the crowd showed that he had some kind of alliance with them. She figured that it was that he had been in the bar and was essentially one of them. His eyes were cool in their assessment, only serving to annoy the goddess further. She could almost feel the weapons on his body. The cool contained violence that this man had only showed that he was used to battle. His words were lies, she could detect. She would never go easy on anyone, in any case, but especially not now.
Mina easily looked around, noticing that there wasn’t a lot of space here. Bodies littered the floor, proving to be tripping hazards for anyone dumb enough to move through them. That is how most of the people fell. The room was still crowded with people, although a lot of them had left. Mina noticed some women moving from where the god had made his path. This must be his enterage, although Mina didn’t understand it. She never got why men, mostly gods and powerful people, moved through like with a group of people following them. It seemed that if they don’t get cheered on, that there was no point in doing the action. It only increased the spite that Mina felt towards the god.
“Go easy on you? Not going to happen, mate” she said, almost in disgust. The guy was clearly slightly intoxicated despite his looks. He was quite a handsome god, although most were. It only served as a reminder that pretty looks usually hid something sinister within. She knew that she was in this category. She knew that she would enjoy this fight. Her Violence purred in agreement. “Come and get it, babe.” Mina replied to the threat that hung in the air. She didn’t know who this god was, but that didn’t stop her from fighting him. She knew that their strength would be easily matched, considering they were both gods. This man couldn’t be part of Ares’ lot, because he didn’t have the energy that radiated from both her and her father. That meant that she should have an advantage.
Mina easily tossed the dagger towards him, purposely letting it hit him in an unimportant spot. She didn’t want the fight over too soon. She was not going to move towards him, instead, she would wait where she was, tense and ready for anything he might bring. She would let him attack until he got a false sense of superiority, that was probably there to begin with, and then Mina would show him not to discredit her. She knew that in order to win, she needed to outthink her opponent. Strategy was important in war, as Athena usually pointed out.

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Notes: Hhahah. You’re post made my day.

[gadzooks]

Seems as if I actually have to analyze this scenario. Damn you Athena for training me for this. I suppose I should thank you actually. Maybe I wouldn't be able to keep any kind of peace if you hadn't. Ugh...but why does the creation of peace usually involve fighting? It'd be so much preferrable to just say," Hey! Talk your problems out and leave it." but it would appear, as always, life isn't so easy as a few words and a solution.
Aiden really didn't care for fighting as much as one would assume with him being the son of a battle god. However the misconception stuck and he'd never avoid it. Since he had been younger most were wary to even talk to him fearing that because of his parentage he had a very unstable disposition. It had been very traumatizing at first to be avoided so much but Athena had reassured him. Always telling him,"Don't listen to them Aiden, nor pay any heed to their pointless blathering. They bleet like wounded sheep just to hark to the world that they supposedly know that which is actually beyond their simple minds."
It had helped to be taken such good care of by Athena as she constantly told him how important he really was and that someday he would make a difference. It could have been meaningless babble from a parent but this was Athena telling him which solidified the statements.
Returning to the matter at hand he saw her eyes cast over his shoulder and he checked and found the daughters of Aphrodite loitering just over his shoulder. Turning back around he sighed. He knew it was a commitment in itself to invite their sort into his company. Such as he wouldn't be able to rid himself until they got what they wanted, which usually involved favors of a physical sort. Women were so demanding as the one in front of him proved. Always wanting something was the way of women. The girls behind him wanting sex and the one in front of him wanting a fight. The day he was shown a woman who didn't actually want or supposedly need something would be the day Aiden La'Creaux renounced his title as a god and died a mortal. That would never happen though.
As a god of peace it was Aidens' duty to stop this stranger from wreaking too much havoc, seeing as how she had already gotten a good start. If he remembered correctly there was a specific elite force within the town trained especially for calming riots or mobs. Or in this case a lone stranger seeking nothing more than to cause trouble and mayhem. Aiden felt the need, not only as a moral being but deep within him as the power that demanded him to act, to cause as little need for such a force as he could.
" Sure you're ready? Daughter of Ares?" from the flash of her hand and the knife protruding from his body Aiden deemed that as a yes before even a response was judged worthy. He flinched just a tad; even a god could feel pain. Gripping the hilt he slid the blade from his side. It had missed any vital organs that would be a pain to get healed luckily. Though from what he judged it wasn't luck that had placed the dagger where it wouldn't hurt. This girl was very skilled, that much was apparent, and he might actually have to work to get her to leave the bar and its occupants.
He choked out a short laugh and then looked up and into the girls eyes. It was startling to realize he couldn't tell her exact eye color, only that she did have extremely beautiful and passionate eyes. Eyes focused on what the person behind them intended. A figure to match any other or even better descended from the eyes. She was a very fit one and no doubt used to the hardships of a fight. " Suppose the bandying about of words gets us no where yeah? Guess we'll just let our actions speak a little better for us then mate." No sooner was the last word out of his mouth than he had already hurled himself in her direction. And, dipping past her side, came up behind her back with his dagger already out and up against her throat. It had happened in a matter of seconds yet Aiden had noticed every slow second with precise detail. His training allowed no less than utter perfection when it came to this sort of business. His neck inching forward just a fraction Aiden whispered into her ear," Don't you think this whole fighting thing is a little beneath us? After such a long time it gets rather boring eh? You're not the only one with a god of battle as a parent unfortunately. No doubt yours is somewhat more proficient however. Athena warned me about your type. Said all her training might actually have to be utilized if I came up against your lot" being this close he could smell the hatred of everything that surrounded her. It was almost more intoxicating than his earlier beverages. Such animosity could inspire the calmest people to turn into raging brawlers and fight the closest being to them. "Such fury....where could such a powerful emotion stem from. Surely we have done nothing to spurn you and thus invite such a wrath?"

[ALEXA ARES]

Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis,
she leaves her halo on the pillow where she sleeps
Her heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine
She lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine

The man had a weariness about him that only showed when he looked at the fight. If Mina could guess correctly, she would say that he didn’t like fighting. That only served to make the goddess smile. She had once grown tired of always fighting, however knowing that it was the thing that stopped her from making a big mistake, she grew to like it. Her father never got involved with the relationship that his daughter chose to try. Instead, he seemed to push her harder into battle. It was a long time ago, when she wasn’t as practiced with simple things like weaponry. She used to just watch the battle, only fighting when she had to. That changed though and the girl was glad that it happened.
Violence was no longer content with watching terrible things happen. It wanted to participate. In the past, Mina would watch those murders that she could not stop, and then punish the murderers with violence of her own. It was a sort of justice that she grew to like. It wasn’t enough though. She had grown to need the fighting as well. That was why even now she looked across the room and saw possible striking positions. She could kick him in the kidneys, hit him in the throat and break his trachea, stab him in the chest and hit his heart, or the lungs (which would be more painful and take long to die or heal). She could break his neck, or kick his manly parts (although that was what most men think women are going to aim). She had countless targets in her head, but was waiting for him to come to her first. She might have started the fighting, but it was always crucial to analyze the other person’s fighting first. He had presumably seen her fighting, however she hadn’t seen him fighting. .
It surprised Mina slightly that he chose to slip behind her to hold her captive while talking to her. She was used to men who ran into battle with their swords drawn. Of course, war had changed over many years. Now there were high power riffles and bombs that killed everything within sight in the least amount of time possible. Now people killed without swords or honour. Things were starting to take a turn for the worse. Mina didn’t know how she was going to get her violence in soon if she couldn’t cause maximum bloodshed. She knew that in a matter of years, she would be cut off of the amount of violence she needed. After that, she would lose strength until she was taken under by a painful unresponsive slumber as Violence attacked her own body in order to keep active. He was only nice as long as she fed him.
That brought her back to the problem of the moment. She needed to cause violence without having her throat slashed. She knew that the man behind her didn’t want to. It was clear that he disliked violence as much as she needed it. He probably would do it if he had to, though. Mina knew instinctively that she needed to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. She needed to make him loosen his arm so that she didn’t slit her throat while she attacked. It was easy enough to hurt him even though he was behind her. Many people have tried to use her against her father. She knew how to make the best out of this.
His words made her laugh, though. He thought that he could talk her out of hurting people? He must be the man she was hearing about that was rumoured to be able to form peace from violence. He was not going to win this one, however. He could not possibly transform Violence into something peaceful. It was impossible.
“My father was a more important part of my life than my mother, a sister to one of those chits you seem to have taken up with. You realize that beauty is the best weapon in things like war. Who would want to ruin such a pretty face? But they will use it to take you in, only to stab you when you’re not looking. Believe me. I know my mother’s side as well as my fathers. Even though my power comes from my father, I have watched him interact with those beautiful creatures that he couldn’t resist.” She started, watching the women smile at the position their relative got in. She was known throughout her mother’s side as a danger.
The dagger at her throat made a line of blood when she began to talk. She could feel the blood dripping down her throat and it eased Violence a little. Even violence to herself, as long as it isn’t self inflicted, could keep the Power at bay. “If you want to talk,” she said offhand, “you might want to move the knife a little.”
“Besides,” she began again, “you see how they smirk at the knife at my neck. No doubt they would be glad if you killed me now. You could get points for this. Any one of my female relatives would be glad if you got rid of the one who is prophesied to terribly destroy one from Aphrodite’s line. You might even be able to use it to get to my grandmother. Surely, Aph would be delighted by this event. You seem to enjoy talking, do you think that our words would stop a fight from happening? Do you think that Athena’s secret weapon will be able to calm Violence, who even now clambers inside me for blood and pain? The only way to stop it, Peace, is to lock me somewhere that I could not get free from. And that, mate, is something that is easier said than done.”
With that, she bit the arm that moved away from her neck a little so she could talk. She tasted the salt on his skin a first. The taste on his skin wasn’t as repulsive as it was on others. Then she tasted his blood as her teeth sank into his flesh a little. That too was a little spicy. She moved her head away though, hitting him in the nose with the back of her head. Then she ducked from his hold to spin and kick him in the stomach, a place that wasn’t as soft as it was on most men. It still would have drove the air out of him though. “You don’t know what your messing with,” she stated as she pulled a few more blades that were strapped to her body.

Notes: I devised and started 2 plots with this one post...

[gadzooks]

Having a decent conversation, whether it was about fighting each other or violence, was nice once in a while. AIden felt that this girl had a lot to offer in the way of not only talking but actions too. She seemed educated as well as a very competent individual. Someone to reckon with in other words. It has been a while since I had a good fight. She doesn't seem like one who would give anything less than just that. The problem was that Aiden did in fact somewhat disagree on fighting. The whole concept was fairly boring and not something to get pumped about. Not to say he didn't enjoy a good fight occasionally. But he much preferred no violence to a heap of it.
His arm and loosened a little to allow her more talking room. What was the worst that could happen? She would probably take advantage of it and he would pay. If people didn't create openings though fights would be completely one-sided and based solely on who got in the best strike first. No openings meant no room for strategy and it all came down to brute strength. More intelligent beings had discovered the flaws in their enemies fighting and exploited them to gain victory.
No sooner had these thoughts crossed his mind than his arm had been bitten, nose bashed, and sent tumbling backwards with a well placed kick.
"Ugh...."he grunted as he hit the ground. Aiden felt the blood run from his nose and groaned in regret. Laying there on his back he contemplated honestly not getting up. Maybe if she decided he was weak from being taken down so easily she would move on. That was not a choice however. Peace was not obtained through cowardice or weak actions. As a god of peace he could not allow himself to lay down while the daughter of Ares wandered around causing chaos. Aside from all that Aiden was positive his wildly dangerous combatant would know he couldn't have been done in that quick. Damn this whole being strong shit....it'd be so more relaxing to be a weaker man.
With that he pushed off with one hand and rose back onto the flat of his feet. Now standing he snapped his nose back into place with a painful grunt. As he had figured the girl was waiting for him a few feet away. "Damn I thought I'd gotten off easy there for a second." a quick flash of shining teeth," You really do want to fight me yeah? Regrettable I suppose. Not for either of us. Just that we have to fight. Blah..." he chuckled a bit and then repeated his earlier flash step if you will. This time he spun halfway to her, and instead of coming up behind he came at her left side with dagger, which had miraculously stayed in his tight grip through his fall, aiming towards her neck. At the very last millisecond he stopped on a dime and smashed his elbow into the soft spot in between her collar bone and shoulder muscle. It was still toughened by muscle but the whole effect would be accomplished in the end; a blinding pain as it was one of the weaker areas on the anatomy and thus quite unprotected. If all went as planned he might actually have scored one hit equal to what she had in three.
Seemed lowly to go for a weak point and not just attack her. But that was from a simple mind. Anyone who actually knew strategy would plan for the places that caused the most pain and strike. No fool, unless supremely over-confident, would draw out a battle against an equal. It seemed cocky in itself to judge himself an equal to her but Aiden had a feeling this was a battle that could go on for years with no end in sight. Or even one that could rage off and on with a win lose ratio evening out at the end.

[ALEXA ARES]

Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis,
she leaves her halo on the pillow where she sleeps
Her heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine
She lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine

The hostile energy flowed back and forth between the two. It seemed to be redoubled as it moved back to Mina each time. The people around them remained completely silent, wondering who would win. That was dumb of them of course, because if she won, they would be in a lot of danger. She didn’t think that she would need more violence after this fight but they didn’t know that or her motives. This man probably didn’t know her motives either. Not much was known about this child of Ares. She purposely kept her name out of the myths. Sometimes she even went by other names. Those of her family only knew enough to fear her. Her father protected her as much as he could by teaching her to protect herself. Ares was everything he was known to be. He was cold, calculating, bloodlusting man. He didn’t really know how to be a loving father, but he did try his best. Mina couldn’t complain about in that aspect.
Even though Mina was the goddess of violence, she wasn’t like her father. She understood justice and didn’t hurt the innocent. She found a way early enough to figure out who was deserving for punishment and who wasn’t. She got no joy in hurting those who could not fight back. Those who are innocent often didn’t fight back, couldn’t. The men that killed or abused those who were innocent were the ones who deserved to be in pain. There were plenty of those in the world. The problem was that they were mostly mortals and cowards. They fought those weaker than them but would not fight Mina. That was a problem that she needed to find a solution to. Mina fought the gods sometimes, finding it a much better option. Most of the gods were guilty of something. Most of them made humans sacrifice to them or punish someone who insulted them. Most of them deserved to get their butts kicked.
This one was probably no different. For a god who liked peace, he sure knew how to fight. He didn’t look liked he wanted to continue the fight, but he was dragging it out. He could have tried to arrest her, so to speak. That was the only way he could stop her from reigning violence on the town. This fight would not kill her, and it looked like he didn’t want to. Mina wondered what his plan was for all of this. He currently lay on the floor with the rest of the bodies, presenting a very nice target. She could easily move over and stab him in the chest. She didn’t want to kill him yet though. Her craving for violence hadn’t yet been satisfied. She didn’t want this to end yet.
His face was coated in his own blood as he stood, which was surprisingly attractive. Of course, that probably didn’t surprise those who would know about her. They would think that she loved blood and death, although that wasn’t exactly true. Even thought violence pleased Violence and he was a part of her, pumping hormones through her own veins, she didn’t really like needless violence. Or at least she didn’t a few years ago. Now she was second guessing herself. There was no point hating half of yourself and trying to fight against it. She learned that after Apollo.
This man stood for the same things that Apollo had. He wanted peace, hated violence even though he caused it. He seemed like just another play boy god, partying and drinking, playing with the prettiest girls. Of course he was attractive and masculine; all gods were made that way. This comparison seemed to entice Violence more. Violence always wanted to fight Apollo when they were dating. It should have been the first warning sign, although he wanted to fight everyone.
Mina pulled herself out of her musings when the man started talking. His words didn’t quite make sense, and Mina wondered if it was because of alcohol or the pain he was feeling. She was prepared when he moved towards her. One usually didn’t use the same move twice and so she didn’t think that he would try to get behind her again. With that though, she braced herself for his blow when he raised his hand. Of course he still had a knife in his hand and he might be trying to kill her once and for all, but she doubted that because he didn’t seem to want to fight in the first place. She started to turn, wanting to get the least amount of impact from him/his weapon and her body. Instead of the horrible pain she would have faced if his elbow hit her where he planned, she felt quite a bit of pain as it hit and glanced of her shoulder.
She knew that she was going to get a bruise there, on the bone of her shoulder, although t was a lot less than what she would have gotten. The violence towards herself caused Violence to purr again. It helped the clambering that was going on inside her. The pain was soothed by the serotonin that started pumping in her veins quickly. She crouched low in order to jab the hilt of the knife into his kidney. She didn’t want to stab him and end this too soon if he wasn’t a threat to her life, and she didn’t think he was at this point in time. She realized they were evenly matched and for that reason this fight might never get a winner. That was fine with her at the moment because she needed the extra violence. This time things seemed to be taking longer than usual to feed Violence. She didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter if it took longer, it was going to happen.

[gadzooks]

The pain in his kidney screamed at Aiden furiously. Basically demanding that he fore go anymore playing around. In all honesty Aiden really was technically fighting this goddess. But with the both having divine strength, even weakened by the limits of the town, meant that she could hurt him as much as he could hurt her. Didn't help that they both had parents of battle and war. Without that factor it could have been that one of them would be holding an advantage over the other. Spitting out blood on the floor Aiden stumbled backwards a bit to reassess how best to go about his current situation. If he kept attempting his half-ass attacks he wouldn't really get that far because they would do their small damage and his opponent would just continue to counter with another attack. It was really a stalemate that could end up being the most pointless waste of time. Either I try to end this or figure out a way to change it. Neither one of which sounds very possible. Oh how I do loath constant and needless bickering which always leads to fights. Why will they not end?
In his life Aiden had been in many battles. It was an unavoidable aspect of gaining peace unfortunately. Peace could be achieved through various means but the most effective and most common was through warfare. He resented that fact but at the same time welcomed it. It was in his blood to battle others yet at the same time it was also in his blood to try to end the need for battles. He may be a god and supposedly have a lot of intelligence due to that but even as smart as he was Aiden could not figure out how to end war or battle other than participating and hoping someone better than himself could come up with a solution. In the meantime he resolved himself to trying to end wars or battles faster than they would normally take. Being a warrior of his breeding it didn't present much of a problem until he came against equals. There are many beings that have just as much strength or intelligence as he did and though he had beaten many it still did not change how long it had taken. He'd once had a five year duel with a man. A demi-god of reputable skill with weaponry and strategy. Of course it hadn't been a constant fight but it had taken 5 years to eventually take the man down and stop his tirade against a group of human towns. The man had deemed himself above them just for being half-god and had gathered an army of sorts to follow him. The towns were quite large and prosperous with a decent size army of their own which could alone hold itself against an invading army. But with a demi-god that powerful they wouldn't have stood a chance. Aiden had arrived just in time to challenge the villainous man and thus stop the armies from fighting whilst he and his enemy dueled it out for those long years.
This fight with a goddess of violence would draw out indefinitely he assumed. No need for it in his opinion.
Eyes forward Aiden looked into the girls eyes and tried to find what it was that compelled her to do this. Surely everyone had a choice in what they did and it was out of undying curiosity he wondered what her motivation for such was. All he could see was a hatred that burned as bright as the lights which flashed on the dance floor. It was a passionate hatred meaning she had most likely been hurt by something or someone so bad she had fallen into this hatred and become almost completely engrossed in it. So much so that now she lived by doing what she deemed she should have been doing all along before she had suffered. Maybe this violence was her way of feeling alive and like she had some reason to be alive. It was what she felt her purpose was. Of course this was purely speculation and he assumed he was wrong but felt that he'd it on some bases of what she was doing.
" We really should finish this up hey. People probably would like to enjoy their time at the bar with a few drinks to wash away their sorrows or stress. Maybe we could take this elsewhere?" Aiden's eyes hardened for the first time so far. He was determined to at least get her out of the bar where there was less chance of her hurting others. He could take a beating but would rather not cause any needless violence around the innocents, no matter how drunk they were. He made a quick calculation in his head and once again raced toward the goddess. This time he didn't care about any pain he might take from this and thus went for her head on. He was only a couple feet away when he leaped at her, knocking her to the ground. Rolling his body Aiden hooked his right arm around her neck and clutched his left arm tight. With the hold he had on her she would have a hard time getting away and since they were on the ground he arched his back a little to lift her up and slid his right leg under and around her waist, locking it underneath the knee of his left leg. It was a bit of mixed martial arts he had learned when spending time with a few human fighters. With the leverage he had now he knew there was pretty much only a couple ways that could actually break his hold. Any of which being quite difficult to perform. No doubt with the intelligence and skill this daughter of Ares seemed to possess she could manage it if really given the time."C'mon now. Just leave the bar and I'll let you cut me, beat me, or do whatever you wish to do to me. Just leave these people alone. They've done nothing besides be drunken fools." his plea seemed somewhat weak but Aiden was by no means that. He did technically have a position of power right now but he figured if he offered himself as something to torture or let her come up with her own violent ideas for him she might think about it. No matter what he did see himself coming out of this pretty beat up.

[ALEXA ARES]

Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis,
she leaves her halo on the pillow where she sleeps
Her heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine
She lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine

The hushed whispering around the club grew a little louder. Before, everyone was shocked by the fight and the combatants. Now they watched in fascination, their thoughts too witty or clever to hold in themselves at this time. This is why they started to share their feelings with others. There were hisses of hatred directed toward Mina. Some girls were annoyed that she killed their date, or just annoyed that they weren’t the center of attention. Others were worried if they were going to be next, but held their phones drunkenly to capture something for their next tweet. Some of the men were wondering if it was possible that a man could fight a woman, and not win. Others were replying crude comments full of winks and nudges. “I’d fight her..” was one that was replied once or twice every few minutes as if was the best people could come up with at the moment. Of course, the men hadn’t come forward to fight Mina before, and therefore their references were without thought to the goddess. She didn’t care if people felt that she was attractive. She didn’t live in a household that found that imperative. Her father and brothers often had relations with other goddesses, demigoddesses and humans. They played as hard as they worked. They just would never flaunt or rave about beauty. Most of them lived to fight and if that brought the women, then who were they to deny them?
Of course, Mina didn’t feel the same way about men. She too many decades on the battle field to be surprised that some men found her pretty. She knew too many men in her life to misunderstand they that are often looking for what other more gossipy goddesses termed ‘the right-now woman’. They wanted what most of the men in this bar wanted, someone beautiful at the moment who will give them what they want. They had friends to take the emotional role for them and sometimes felt a tie to someone, but it was never at a bar. These poor women thought that they had a chance of happily-ever-after with these men, but they didn’t. Mina watched people when she was bored. She knew the roles and was unaffected by that kind of thing now. She preferred to look at it from the way of the recent science, Psychology. She always ignored the drunk who think that she is like her other mother-kin. Actually, since Apollo she ignored most men. In them she saw what she disliked about the god. They were always afraid of looking wimpy or feminine. They simply played whatever role they wished to fit into and often those roles were unimpressive to Mina. She liked kicking ass, but disliked a guy who’s ass she could kick. She was often thought of as one of the boys, to her brothers and their friends. Her brothers never kicked boy’s butts back in the day if they tried anything because they knew that their sister would. No, she was never worried about or coddled. She wasn’t told of these dumb stories that the girls know now. She was raised to think for herself, to herself and about war.
The males in this bar didn’t count as men in Mina’s books. They were boys, perpetual teenagers who drank because it made them look cool and laugh at Uranus jokes. (Which Mina didn’t find funny because in her time there were no planets and the word for butt was different.) She knew that they tried all kinds of terrible lines that made very little sense. They felt that women were influenced by these unpoetic words, but really they would probably give themselves to anyone who showed them the right amount of interest. Of course, too little would get them ignored and too much would get them a restraining order and they would be forever brought up in gossip that was told to the woman’s girlfriends. This whole bar scene was a game from the beginning and the patrons were upset that the game was interrupted by fisticuffs, which happens to be the lest masculine word for fighting that Mina could imagine. The men weren’t showing off their masculinity while they cowered in the audience with the women. The women weren’t showing interest to the men, and therefore the game was officially over. It almost made Mina happy that she could interrupt something that would only end in pain on both sides.
Speaking of pain, Mina noticed that the man, yes he was brave enough to be considered one, was standing back. He was kind of crouched, probably without realizing it, to try to protect his vulnerable midsection. He was looking at her, obviously trying to devise a plan. He wanted to protect those in this bar. He must not know how horrible some of them are. None of the men she killed would have stopped themselves from killing her. If she had let them, she would be trampled in the bar fight which had started innocently enough. Some of them purposely moved towards the fighting area in order to get in on the action. She knew that she took glee in the fight as well, but that didn’t mean that these people were innocent. If they had been, Violence wouldn’t have taken joy in their pain.
All of a sudden the man before her rushed her, his intent not clear. It was slightly surprising and Mina managed to get a few hits in before he wrapped himself around her in a move that was confusing and strange. She had been in combat before but never had someone dared to do something like that to her. When she was first held in, she started to fight even harder. She hated to be imprisoned by anyone. She thrashed, although that did nothing but hurt her. Violence took pleasure in that, but Mina didn’t. She wondered again why she wasn’t getting strength faster. Obviously getting hurt herself added to the violence that radiated this place. It would seem obvious that her Power would be happy by now. But it wasn’t. It was then that the realization hit. Violence wasn’t taking joy in the pain she was giving the man. “Fuck..” she muttered aloud, stilling her struggled. They were in an awkward position near all the bodies that lay on the ground. The crowd was now taking bets on who would win. Mina knew the answer to that and didn’t like it. “You can let me go now. I’ll leave. There’s no point fighting you anyways, your pretty damn innocence or was already punished for your crimes enough to please Violence. This is over.” She muttered, signing in defeat. She needed to find another form of Violence or else she might lose control or consciousness. “P.s. You lost your fans. My aunties don’t like men who spare me death.. sorry about your luck. Oh, and have you seen Apollo around here? I owe him something. No, really, I will leave the bar. I’m done here.”

[gadzooks]

Lying on the ground with the submission hold on the girl Aiden found himself slowly tuning out the excited murmurs that surrounded him as others noticed him having the upper hand. They were probably just as eager as he was to have an end to this confrontation. Maybe he could end it with the hold he had now. Most fighters didn't really expect someone to get them in a hold but try to kill them or just beat them up real bad. Aiden liked taking the surprise tactic and pulling one of these moves because it caught most people off guard and they tended to give up. At least until he let them up and then they typically went at it again. He was going to try and avoid that happening this time though and see how it played out. Knowing how she fought she probably would be on him soon as he loosened even a touch.
That was why it came as such a big surprise when she admitted defeat and promised she would leave the bar. His mind instantly reeled with questions as to why she would. It was odd because he didn't expect submission from a girl with the parentage she had.
Oh well. If she tries anything then she does and I won't be able to change that.
Releasing his hold on her Aiden pulled himself out from under her and got to his feet slowly. Seeing that people were still circled around him he shooed them with his hands," Clear off then all of you. Nothing to see here yeah? Get on with your own lives, go drink some more and play your idiotic games with each other." Turning around he looked down at his former opponent. He could call her that now since she had apparently admitted defeat. If she chose to re-initiate the fight then he would have an opponent again.
Looking down and seeing her just lying there Aiden observed how her rough black hair hid half her face and also stuck out in a wild fashion thanks to the brawl. It wasn't some important thing to notice but it did enhance her looks and personality: wild and beautiful. As a goddess she was entitled to no less than that which he observed yet it wasn't someone else he observed it was her. She had an appeal different than the other goddesses. Like she had beauty but didn't use it for the same purposes. All the others wanted was sex and to play you. She seemed to care less about her appearance and more on who she was or what she could do. It was quite the impressive display and Aiden inwardly smiled. Not many goddesses had those kind of bragging rights to walk around with so maybe she really was different.
"Here take my hand." he held it out and waited for her to grab hold. No doubt it would turn out to be an empty gesture but nonetheless it was a kind one. " We can get out of here and I'll fulfill my promise to you. I told you that if you left the bar you could do whatever you wish to me. You seem to truly desire violence or inflicting it one way or the other and I feel it's only right that I satisfy those needs so that maybe others can be safer. At least for the time being you see. It's a win-win situation in my opinion. You get to fulfill your need for violence and I possibly extend the life of some unsuspecting person. So what do you say? Will you take that bargain?" To Aiden it seemed a pretty good offer and he didn't mind getting cut up a little, even if it was to save someone who probably wouldn't do the same thing for him.

[ALEXA ARES]

Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis,
she leaves her halo on the pillow where she sleeps
Her heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine
She lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine

Submission was usually out of the question for Alexa. She understood that it could be used as a defense strategy in a no win situation, however, the goddess was known to act more like a berserker when cornered. She was often informed that it was stupid not to escape when it seemed like the best option. She would admit to others that they should leave if they were in absolute danger. There was just something inside her that broke loose when something threatened her freedom. There was a time that she was captured by something that Heph made. It made sure that she couldn’t escape her bindings. The enemy of her father thought that they could use her as leverage to get something. It was a dumb move on their part because her father wouldn’t have given himself up for one of his daughters. Also, that very action signed his death warrant. Instead of pretending to be submissive, she went crazy, dislocating her shoulders and eventually got her hands into a better position and took advantage of a weakness. She ended up murdering the man and freeing herself from the bindings.
That wasn’t the first time that someone tried to use her against members of her family. It also wasn’t the first time that she used her own brand of justice to get back at them at the same time as getting away from those that tried to lock her away. There were times during the Renaissance that those of the church locked her up along with many other people who they considered witches. They burned, drowned, hung and tormented many innocent people in the name of God. Alexa could see those people even now being hurt for no reason besides their hair color or the way they walked to town. The goddess wasn’t capable of dying when the others could. She walked across hot coals and was instantly burned like anyone else would be. She, however was healed very easily. This was the reason that she was released. Apparently only God could allow her to walk across without injury. Of course, they could have easily decided that it was the devil that did this. It didn’t matter to Alexa though. She would have escaped soon and taken the revenge towards those who hurt so many. Violence was happy about her pain and those of some other women that were being hurt. He was also completely overjoyed with the pain delivered to those who delivered pain to those who didn’t deserve it.
Alexa knew that that was the difference in this situation. This man wasn’t holding her in order to hurt her or use her against someone. He wasn’t being evil or rude. He was only doing this to stop people from getting hurt. That was why she didn’t feel the need to lash out however she could. Instead, she waited until he released her on his own. She settled down on the floor, stretching out her muscles and taking inventory of her pains. She could tell by the slight joyous feeling she was getting from Violence, that she was still hurt in some way. She guessed that it was either the jab to her shoulder or the cut that the one capable brawler managed to get her with before she crushed his windpipe. She could feel the slight trickle of warmth flowing down her collarbone. She ignored it, knowing that it was nothing compared to the pain she had before.
Alexa decided to take his hand and let him help her up. She hoped that she was wrong and that Violence was actually confused. When she got up, she scratched his hand with her thumb nail. She knew that the action would only cause a little pain, but she would be able to contemplate the sensations running through her. She did notice that his hand was warm and larger than hers. It was interesting to touch someone else without the intent to harm or the understanding of possibly being harmed. She discounted anything she experienced with Apollo from any understanding she had of people. She knew that the relationship she had with her fellow god was nothing like what humans, demigods or even other gods had. She was surprised she had that thought and had to shake her head in order to compose her test. She ran her nail sharply over the back of his hand, drawing a trail of red, barely breaking the skin. She waited a moment and felt nothing change. With a curse, she retracted her hand and stepped back to make her way through the crowd. “No, don’t bother. If you want to help, you should go hurt someone and come back and see me, then I might want to hurt you more... or better yet, do you have any loved ones I could hurt? ‘Cause I’d really like to hurt you.” She said, moving towards the door. People moved out of her way as if afraid that she would strike out. She thought about it a few times when people sneered at her or gave her a cocky grin. She didn’t understand what they were so glad about. It wasn’t like they were the ones who beat her. She accepted her loss well and later planned to do something about Violence. She decided that the best thing to do would be to ignore this man and go somewhere else in the town. She didn’t need to annoyed by another man’s ideals or become friends with someone else who hated the most basic part of her. Violence was getting annoyed at the lack of violence in the room.

[gadzooks]

Aiden just stood there taking in all the words given by this girl. She gave off the impression that she loved violence but it was more than even just that simple piece of a much larger puzzle. It was as if her violence would only be given where deserved or for a reason justified to her. Otherwise she turned down violence as had been in his offer for his own pain and the quenching thirst for violence she contained. " I don't have any loved ones that you could actually hurt. Only one person and she kinda is out of your league, no offense. My adoptive mother is way too smart for the likes of us to try our hand with." it made him smile to remember training with Athena and she hadn't gone easy on him. When he was younger he'd come up with silly and childish ways of sneaking up on her or trying to beat her in a sparring match. She hadn't really used her full power to fight him but he would still leave sessions with bruises dotted over his body. She would not needlessly hurt him but she also would not let him think he had won. Fake victory was not one at all even if someone believed that they had indeed been the victor in a confrontation because the truth was that it would lead them to false misconceptions and they would get killed from thinking they were so much better at something than they in fact were. Athena had told him he needed to know when he had won so he could constantly think of ways to get better and never take a victory as anything more than a chance to think of an even better way to succeed in what he had done.
Thinking back to what the girl had said and his own response in turn he said," You could have just agreed to hurt me. If it would have helped we could just have another fight or whatever you wish. You seem set in your decision though so I accept that. Perhaps I'll just tag along with you and maybe if you feel such a need as to harm someone else I might step in. Interference can be quite a distracting thing and at times frustrating. I may have to anger you so you release the rest of your pent up fury on me and not some innocent person." with that he was already in motion matching her step for step as they exited the bar and wandered onto to the somewhat empty street. There were of course a few of the former customers of the bar standing about smoking cigarettes or bantering with each other about only the things one could possibly want to talk about while intoxicated. Some of the conversations were actually quite catching and if Aiden hadn't been busy trying to stay with the girl he might have joined in just for fun. " I'm sure you will find some kind of fighting to be had within the city. So many of our kind or blood can only lead to such things and possibly that's why you chose to come here yes? I apologize if I talk too much. I, on occasion, have my talkative ways ruling my state of mind and this mouth is hard pressed to keep itself closed.

[ALEXA ARES]

Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis,
she leaves her halo on the pillow where she sleeps
Her heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine
She lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine

The night air was thick with energy, brimming with expectations of the night. Darkness often took away inhibitions, hiding the evidence of their crimes even to themselves. The predators used the cover of darkness to stalk their prey and carry out their plans. The women of the night stood in plain view, their clothing minimal and their bodies slightly dirty. They offered deals and promised a night of fun, for the right price. Alexa had no doubt that many men in the bar would take them up on their offers when their own prey denied them. The women in the bar who were being hit on constantly and who secretly wished that they could just act like a man and leave with one, were expecting something else all together. The darkness gave way to a dreamlike atmosphere that allowed them to dream of the perfect man that would come, sweep them up, and make the problems of the world melt away. They hoped to find their prince charming in the large throng of people.
The violence in the air sucked her into the darkening world of expectations. She wanted to follow the predators and make them her prey. The men deserved to have the world turn on them. The men deserved to lose their lives in the same way that they would soon kill some innocent person. It was kind of ironic that a killer thought that murder deserved death. She knew that one of these days someone would come after her in the same way, but she was ready. She didn’t want to think that she was vulnerable to an attack, but as the man today showed her, she could be taken down. She would get back at him and probably would have won, if not for his innocence. It was quite annoying that she felt no joy in hurting him. Every man was guilty of something. She knew that he must have done something to deserve punishment. He must have just come back from being disciplined. That could be the only reason for his sudden lack of blame. She thought about it, while keeping her eyes and ears open. She needed to hurt something.
Violence was screaming inside her, needing something to divert its intentions from her. It wanted pain, wanted to destroy something utterly and completely. It clawed at her insides, not happy with the slight pain she felt from its attention. She knew that it would be easy for her to slip into a coma of agonizing pain. It would do no good for her to die and end the Violence for good. It wanted to continue, to live inside her and punish. She wanted to hurt those who needed to be hurt. She no longer condemned the living power inside her. She embraced it and couldn’t let this man make her feel guilty for it. She wouldn’t let it matter to her in any way. It would only hurt her and then he’ll win, they will win.
She noticed him walking behind her, following her and talking nonsense. She didn’t care what he thought of her, she told herself that it didn’t matter. She didn’t care if he tried to stop her from hurting someone else. She could take him, she would if she needed to. Instead of answering him, she stalked into the night, hiding herself in shadows like the men she tracked. She listened and smelled, felt the energy that flowed back to her like a large wave. “Shut up,” she whispered to the man following her. She wasn’t going to be caught because he decided that he wanted someone to talk to. “If you want to chat someone up, go back to the fucking bar. You will get nothing from me.”
She didn’t want to be followed around town while she found someone to harm. She wanted to be free of his pestering nonsense. It pissed her off that she couldn’t walk around like the free woman she was. She might have killed someone, many people. She wasn’t a vigilante but someone who found the most convienient way to get what she wants. The thing inside her demanded violence and she gave it to him, free of charge. She would kill anyone she wanted, and would move onto the more innocent if she ran out of evil in this world. It wasn’t up to her who Violence liked to harm. She didn’t choose who would give her the most benefit. There was no point attempting to make her out to be someone good. She wasn’t a good person and anyone thinking that would only get killed.
The man walking before her was holding onto a woman, his paid date. He held her tight and muttered to himself a little. His intentions were not good, he didn’t want to have sex with her. No, he wanted to hurt her for being dirty. She knew that there was a man in England who used to do the same thing. Lots of people tried to emulate the man, and some people genuinely felt that he was right. Alexa knew that she would get more out of watching the man hurt the girl then she would if she gave the man a quick death. She needed to torture him more than he would the woman to get the most of it.
She moved seamlessly behind him, making no noise and hoping that the man following her would be quiet too. She quickly placed her arm around his scrawny neck, applying pressure. The woman screamed and ran from the night, shouting that she was going to call the cops. The threat didn’t faze Alexa, she knew that the prostitute never would implicate herself. Soon the man lost consciousness, his fighting stopping quickly. It wouldn’t be long before she would get her violent fix.