40 | puissance

(n) the ability to exert effort for the accomplishment of a task

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                    "Ha!" Mr. J shouted, pointing at a person on fire, running and hitting himself on a tree. I laughed at that sight and Mr. J laughed, his left hand banging the steering wheel in happiness.

I loved this.

Police cars and fire trucks were filling the place, trying to put out the fire but I knew that by the time they reached there, everyone would be dead or injured badly. Mr. J honked the car repeatedly in annoyance and cursed under his breath for the people to move away. I frowned, not liking the fact that they are making him upset.

But after a few hits and shouts, we were smoothly on our way in the highway road, not being caught by the police or anybody else.

It was almost sunset and flecks of pink and orange filled the sky, reflecting beautifully, the sun radiating brilliantly, not harming my eyes, filling the whole world with a relaxing warmth. All of a sudden, I narrowed my eyes at the road, and they widened when realisarion dawned on me.

"Look!" I pointed at a red lean figure, standing in the middle of the empty highway road, blocking our path.

"Oh!" Mr. J exclaimed. "Robin's here to rob our fun away." He growled and stamped on the brake, the car making a screeching noise and it came to stop.

"You filthy clown!" Robin shouted, walking over quickly and flinging the door of the car open, almost seperating it from the car. He pulled Mr. J out of the car, by his arm and punched his gut. My eyes widened and anger filled me up in an instant.

"Hey!" I shouted, getting out of the car angrily and I heard Mr. J laughing, clutching his stomach and standing up. I stomped my way towards Robin who looked at me curiously.

"Are you a hostage?" He asked and I gritted my teeth in anger. Blinding rage flowed through me and all I could think about was the punch he gave Mr. J.

Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and I know it's too much for me to handle. I have never felt anger like this before. I was having a good and peaceful evening with Mr. J and he ruined it and how dare he punch Mr. J?

The anger burned so bad like fire lacing my veins and creeping up my spine, my skin was a sore looking red but all I could feel was desire; desire to hurt him.

My fist swung in the air infront of his face and he backed away, I could feel the slight brush of his nose. I didn't stop there. I took two fast strides and drove my heels right into his stomach, throwing him off balance and he jerked back. Using this as my oppurtunity, I grabbed the knife I had hidden under my dress and drove the knife through his flesh in the tight cloth he was wearing, just right under the ribcage.

I stood locked, face to face, with the man I had just stabbed--a thickset of fresh red blood, flowed from his stomach. I pushed him against the car and digged the knife even further, glaring at him, daring him to move an inch.

I felt my chest heave up and down from the sudden use of my energy but felt them refilling. Ivy really meant it when she said I needed that drink. I was thankful for a moment and sighed.

I craned my neck around to see Mr. J watching me in silence, his eyes wide and his arms wide open, staring at me with shock and amusement and a bit of something else that made my heart flutter.

Lust.

I smiled at him, feeling shy all of a sudden.

In an instant, a slow smile made its way onto his face, his mouth curving up and he grinned maniacally. His metal teeth shined under the sunlight like sparkling diamonds. He looked beautiful.

He walked slowly towards me and Robin. Robin, looking almost unconscious with all the lack of blood. "Batman decided to let the side-kick go alone on this mission?" Mr. J teased, mocking the word side-kick.

"I came by myself." Robin spat, glaring at him and looked between me and Mr. J.

"Ooo!" Mr. J exclaimed, lowering his face to Robin's eyes and stared deep into them. "Tired of being his slave?"

"I am hi--"

"Partner. The dynamic duo." Mr. J said, his voice low and throaty, placing his hand with the smile tattoo on his face and laughed evilly, the laugh sending shivers down my spine.

"You keep telling yourself that so that you can sleep at night." Mr. J said, grinning before his fist connected with his cheek, slamming his face onto the car and immediately, he became unconscious, falling to the ground like a baggy sack.

"Ah." Mr. J sighed, stroking his hair into place and looked at me.

My heart skipped a beat at the intense stare in his eyes, the feeling of lust becoming stronger in his eyes as he glanced at my hand which held the bloody knife. He tilted his head, and licked his teeth, his pink tongue gliding over them in hunger, narrowing his eyes at me. I bit my lip, to prevent myself from smiling at all the proudness I felt.

"See something ya like?" I asked, my accent slipping but I didn't care. Its not like he has never heard it before. Feeling a little courage, I walked past him, and threw the bloody knife in the lake beside the road. Looking at my clean hands, I walked over to the car, walking to the to other side to reach my seat but I was yanked back into a hard chest, my forehead hitting hard against his marble like chest and I smiled.

I didn't know why but I was kind of expecting that he would do this. In an instant, he lifted me up and sat me on the hood of the car. Placing his hands on the hood, on either side of me, his icy blue eyes flickered from my eyes and to my lips. My emotions were overwhelmed and my heart pounded against my chest. Butterflies flying everywhere. I inched my lips closer to his face, blowing hot air onto his lips, teasing him.

I could see the swirls of lust and pure desire circling and dancing in his eyes. But, nobody but me could see the small amout of fear, the admiration and the shock in it.

He was trying hard to maintain a calm composure but I could see the slight tremble in his lips, and the twitch in his eyes. He growled deeply and I felt myself turn on immediately, desire filling me up. The vibrations reaching my lips, making them quiver and goosebumps erupted all over my body.

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his body stiffen against my palm, his gold chains were cold against my fingers and I slided them across my finger, twirling them and with a sudden unexpected pull using his chains, his lips slammed into mine and fireworks flew.

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