paixaorpg | An Encounter. [Completed]

Character(s): Haine Rammsteiner, Giovanni
Content: Haine wanders around but has his brain messed with. Giovanni is oh-so cruel.
Setting: N7
Time: Early, early morning
Warnings: None yet

The days were growing longer. It felt like years to Haine. Hours stretched into days. Minutes into hours. But he knew that time was counting down only the seconds until he was found. He was expecting a visitor. It was times like these that Haine wanted to stop time. To stop everything.

Haine spent a number of days searching. Then he sold the townhouse. Afterward, he kept searching.

That was all.

Just searching.

He wasn't even sure of what he was looking for.

Kicking up the dust underneath his feet, Haine wandered the streets. His position was vulnerable, but he wasn't hiding. He knew that he couldn't hide.

Hands in his pockets, he walked. After awhile he got tired of the streets and tried alleys. Haine was lone figure in these narrow corridors. His figure cast shadows on the already dark walls. Eventually, he sat at the bottom of a fire escape, his arms resting on his knees. The stairs he sat on were old and rusted. The building itself looked like it was about to crumble. A faint glow of light reflected off the top of the stairway. It was early. The sun was barely up, but Haine had already grown weary.

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With the secure knowledge of Haine's presence being within this city, as well as the appearance of MOMO, Giovanni's priorities had rearranged themselves into a tidy little list of necessities and desires. The first, becoming accustomed to this new city, was going smoothy; on the surface it seemed to be a regular domed city, and any dark undercurrents spoken of would apparently take an extensive amount of effort to delve into. If he even felt the need was there. At the moment, any desire to find out about mysterious black-cloaked persons was shoved away for one sole person.

Haine.

Specifically, Haine's mind. What he had been doing while here. The state of his body. The 'dog' that existed in him. Any 'friends' he had made, any deaths he had caused. Everything and anything that might be worthwhile to know.

Giovanni even felt a little like playing around with Haine's memories, for old times sake.

"Restless, this time?"

Smiling in a most congenial fashion, he leaned back against the wall of the decrepit building a few feet behind Haine. The fracture of time of his arrival had been minute; literally and physically being there wasn't necessary quite yet. An illusion, hallucination, whatever you wanted to call it because Giovanni didn't give a damn, was good enough. It involved less shooting.

"Have you been dragging yourself around like back home, Haine? Or have you found some kind of purpose here?" A calm tone of voice, with only a sharp shock of static to Haine's mind to work as emphasis when he mentioned 'purpose'. "We haven't had the opportunity to truly speak to each other yet. I find that a little disappointing."

"Shit," Haine muttered under his breath. Haine's eyes widened and a vein in his neck visibly stood out. Today was not his day. He instantly grabbed his gun, pulling it out and pointing it at the figure leaning against the wall. Standing up, Haine walked to the opposite wall so his view of Giovanni was clear. He thought about the amount of time it would take for the bullet to hit his brother.

"Get the fuck out of my head," Haine answered back in a forced tone. He ignored all of Giovanni's questions, his finger on the trigger. Haine was not in a negotiating mood.

Giovanni's smile only widened further, and he didn't move. Facing down the barrel of a gun was a common thing whenever meeting with Haine, almost some kind of sick tradition when the wheels of their little 'family reunions' began. He absolutely loved it, even if it meant being on the receiving end of some dreary pain caused by several bullets. "And what, you'll shoot me if I don't?" He paused, silence in place of what should have been a chuckle or laugh. "You should try to control that anger of yours, Haine. You know what will happen if you don't."

The final syllable fell and Giovanni had started forward. His eyes, despite being obscured by his glasses, were dead set on Haine. "Shoot me as much as you like. I've other places to be today, I didn't come here in person. This is important though, so I'll cut to the chase."

His shoe made a soundless impact against the ground, hailing the start of an onslaught of static. Not simply the noise, which would be audible to only Haine, but a deep, erratic thudding within his very mind that would be felt through the nerves as they rippled downwards to the rest of his body. At the same time, Giovanni began to peel through the layers; he was pursuing his first goal of separating the most immediate memories Haine had, forcibly dragging them up so he could properly view them.

The mind-fucking control was only the beginning, he knew. This was an all too common experience with Giovanni. Haine already knew what was coming. His head felt as if it were about to split in two and his body was failing. This sort of thing would kill a normal person. His vision blurred and he knew visions were soon to come. He wasn't listening to Giovanni anymore---he always said the same, droning, useless things anyway. Haine didn't care. He just wanted him out.

Haine's eyes widened and he clenched his teeth. Straining and veins bulging, he concentrated on moving his arm to point the gun at Giovanni's head. He laughed and spoke in a crazed voice, "Wake up, Giovanni."

Haine pulled the trigger.

Haine could hardly see. He was momentarily blinded, and he stumbled and swaggered away. One hand on his eye and one hand stretched forward, he kept walking for what seemed like hours until he slumped and fell over on the ground.

It wouldn't be long until he woke up.

An Encounter. [Completed]

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