<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4d/92/e2/4d92e24cb511cb789a7c887ac403b920.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">+</a><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#daa520">B</span>laze had a tough time expressing her emotions, or rather the personal ones. Feelings that had her horny or flirtatious were easy, even sorrow in a way. It was the raw pain and guilt that had her choking up in certain situations. She didn’t share her deepest and darkest secrets with anybody. Not anymore. The single man she opened up to was dead and there wasn’t a thing to be done about. Her secrets died with him and now there wasn’t a soul in the world to use her faults against her. Sure they could pry. They could name off random slivers of her being and see whenever she made the slightest gesture ensuring they’d hit their target. But they wouldn’t have the honor of hearing her pain first hand. Michael had been the only one she’d share it with and that wasn’t going to change now that he was gone. <br/>
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Emotions got you killed in this world. There wasn’t room for sympathy or mercy. Blaze had never been one to forgive and forget anyways, back when the world wasn’t controlled by metal beings. Now that it was basically one mash pot of shit and robots, why should that falter? If anything, it should become law to the ginger, which was more so the case. She had hardened. Had Axel noticed, he had yet to mention it. The majority of her wanted him to be okay with it, accept it and love it. There was a small fraction that just… didn’t care. It was how she survived and she didn’t want to chance herself just to please one person, risking her own life in the process. She had shut down that part of her brain, the emotions and the feelings. Except when it came down to the damn men in her life. Fucking men. Three in particular. Michael. He was her mental Siamese twin. Though a year and a half older, the pair were identical in their personalities in most ways. He was a tad more logical and in his head than she, Blaze running more on free will and lack of thought. While her motto was “Act first, think later.” Michael was the opposite. But that’s what made them perfect for one another. And now he was dead. Murdered. Fucking men. Axel. He had broken through almost every single wall, every shield, killed every guard and kicked the doors into her mind. He’d gotten her to feel an emotion she had always faked. He’d gotten her to love him. Complete infatuation. She refused to acknowledge it fully. Love was such a high risk. She didn’t want to admit it, but Blaze knew herself. She knew she was in love. Axel was the only person she would ever dare to speak about it to, since ya know he is the one involved. Perfectly painful, love. Destroyed her heart as much as it mended it. Fucking men. Jiwon. How the hell did this “bastard” get into her life? Oh that’s right, Axel. Two people in one, what a lovely way to meet new friends. Well, there were more but she preferred these two over them. She knew better than to announce that. But… damn Jiwon. He was in the perfect body to drive her absolutely insane. The body of her boyfriend. Her hot, dancing, rapping, physically flawless boyfriend. And that axehole knew it. He knew how to work his way around a women and her sexual desires. Blaze didn’t doubt that he’d played his magic out with others. In an odd way, it didn’t bug her as much as it would had Axel been in control. Jiwon was angry. Dark. Twisted. Beautiful. Alluring. Perfect for her screwed up side. She hoped he knew that she loved him on more than a physical level, even if it wasn’t the love she gave Axel. It was a dangerous love. Lustful and unnatural. <i>Fucking. Men</i>. <br/>
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She watched how his body moved, the cringed that almost had her chuckling from the heat. The difference between the two men got stupidly funny at times. But as she stared and pondered the qualities of each, Jiwon tensed and stopped. She trusted his instincts with every fiber of her being, her own bodying becoming still. The sound of a gunshot had Blaze belly down on the ground, huddling near a piece of rubble. Blinking, she accessed her own body mentally. No pain, no warmth, no bullet wound. Then to Jiwon. He was leaning. He’d been shot. <i>Shit… Think, Makenna, what would Michael do? Well, Michael would cross the street and help like an idiot. So that wasn’t useful one bit, thank you, subconscious</i>. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a9a9a9">Blaze! Get your ass over here now</span>!” <i>What? Well, if he says so.</i> Her eyes darted within the hallows of the street, quickly checking over ever obstacle and crevasse before lifting her leg to put her foot in the solid ground. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a9a9a9">Dammit, stay there</span>!”<br/>
“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#daa520">Make up your mind, jackass</span>,” she gritted under her breath, turning around and lunging back to the previous building. Or was this adjoining? Who freaking cared. It was a brick building with the windows punched out, a perfect viewing platform for the scene unfolding. Her want to go and be a hero, grab him from the line of fire, was pulling at her. But Blaze knew. She knew he had it under control. Her eyes peaked above the bricks as she got her breathing under control. They watched. He wasn’t running, and he was shot. What the hell was Jiwon doing? It angered the ginger to watch. Having to keep telling herself to remain put and remain quiet was tedious and difficult work. This was the side she would never understand personally, only mentally. His violence. She didn’t hate violence, she was used to it. Though not his violence. It intrigued her as much as it scared her. His voice sounded again, and Blaze had to replay it in her mind a few times before she actually understood his request. <i>Are you freaking kidding me? I’m not leaving you, Jiwon</i>. The words threatened to give away her position to the robotic demons, which oddly weren’t targeting her… She didn’t have the time to dwell on it before he was shouting at her again, after the robot spoke. All of the charges seems like something Jiwon would do, so she wasn’t terribly surprised… But rape? A shiver ran down her spine. <br/>
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She didn’t have but a moment to process any of it before she heard his tone. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a9a9a9">Goddammit, Blaze, go</span>!” Against every single ounce of her soul, Blaze took a step backways, away from the window so they wouldn’t see her run. As her steps padded faster, she felt her throat closing in the familiar hug of tears. <i>I left him. He told me to, he wanted it. But I left him.</i> It tore the girl apart. But she didn’t dare stop to wallow in her own fears for Jiwon. Blaze kept pumping her arms until she was at 3rd. Her crossbow was digging into her arm from the hold she’d gotten it stuck in. Her feet finally came to a stop, the girl collapsing in a nearby store. Just a few more paces and she’d be at the point named by Jiwon… but it was so far. He’d be a minute, she could catch her breath a little. Opening her canteen, she splashed water into her mouth, annoyed that she couldn’t just down the whole damn thing. Her breaths slowed slightly, enabling her to get a better view of the building she was in. Stepping over a fallen pillar, Blaze held her bow at point and moved slowly. It was a library. Interesting. She scanned the small little collection of books, walking lightly until the store had been cleared. Something caught her eye. Coffee bar. A grin filled her features and she hopped over the counter. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#daa520">Jesus does love me,</span>” she sighed and grabbed a bag of chocolate covered coffee beans. These little fuckers were the best thing even created. Who are we kidding? A bag? Blaze grabbed all of them, all freaking<i> six</i>, and stuffed them into her pack before exiting the building, after scanning of course. The rendezvous point was across the street. She was there within a few minutes. A bean bag drew her eye to a hidden little corner, which was soon a chair to her little booty. Bow in her dominate left hand, she aimed at the world while her right hand popped the beautiful, chocolate covered beans into her mouth.<br/>
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