Memory Lane | Will

[claire]

Virage surveyed the shabby alley with appraising eyes. This was the place, alright. The black burn scars on the brick and the rusting wreckage of a crane that had clearly been destroyed by some sort of explosion. The area looked like a warzone, and if Blaze's memories were anything reliable to go by, it was where he'd attacked his little girlfriend when they'd first met. This girl seemed so pivotal to his recent past, as if she was the hinge that had turned him from the feral beast of a boy who had torn up this alley into the outwardly normal guy that she had seen at the library. Maybe this girl warrented a visit. After all, who knew what would happen to his mind if this girl's influence was removed?

She pulled the next note from her pouch and left it on the dingy ground, a rock keeping it in place. This was her game, to play on her prey's most vulnerable spots, to infuriate or break them down so heavily that when she finally faced them, their minds would be far from clear and therefore more open to manipulation. She left the alley before any of the bloodthirsty gang members roaming the block could notice that she was there. Next stop was that block that she had seen in his thoughts, where he'd nearly blown a building with civilians inside. For a supposed hero, this guy had an especially vulnerable past. That made him such an easy target.

Dearest Blaze,

A temper is a terrible thing to mind. How did it feel to go for her throat, to long for her blood, to revel in the darkness of your soul? I wonder what would happen if you gave in again? I wonder if she would survive...

Virage

[William Talbot]

More bread crumbs...


Following more his gut feeling than any logical reasoning, Blaze headed north, trying to locate that certain scent that had haunted the former crime scene that was his old house, the echo's of that nightmare still trying to fade from his mind, he soon found himself near the old storage facilities, and before long the abandoned warehouse he had stayed in before he had met Violet, the memories from that more recent part of time having been forgotten as much by choice as anything, but they came creeping back to him as he wandered about then saw the ruined crane, the memory of the gang fight he had been unwillingly caught up in the middle of drifted through his mind, but sudden;y his thoughts where snapped back to the hear and now as he heard crunching paper underfoot, and he looked down at the note, and the rock holding it in place...


Blinking at this he shuddered as he remembered the totally terror driven rage that had taken him over, and how, for some then unexplained reason, he had attacked Violet, unsuccessfully thank god, but still... He had wanted blood, all out of pure fear and anger at being attacked, and feeling threatened.


'What would happen if I ever lost it around Violet again?'[/color] he wondered to himself, the though of it making him cringe and shudder at the prospect.

'Would she survive it? Could she even deflect it now? Could I ever really harm her, even if I didn't mean to?'

He shook his head clear of such thoughts, the chill in his blood feeling like poison to his soul.

Sticking this new note into his pocket next to the first, Will stood there and tested the air, and then closed his eyes, letting his empathy reach out and find him a direction to go in next.


He found it, and then walked away from the place that held a rather unpleasant memory...