(January 1st, after In the Dark of the Night. Open to Felicia & Cillian)
Felicia wasn't one to mingle. Despite a majority of her fellow thieves being animals, the female just didn't want to interact with anyone at the moment. She'd been thinking, using the intellect inherited from both mother and father to examine her situation. She did want to cause chaos and make the world dance in the fire of her destruction. But she didn't want to die doing it, taken out in a most improper and undignified way. Eaten by zombies. That wasn't going to happen.
However she felt it unnecessary to try and be kind and cure anyone bitten by the undead bug. They were gone and she didn't care about people anyway. So what was the point?
Now she walked among the graveyard wondering briefly who'd been in there. A zombie apocalypse who hadn't actually risen the dead. Interesting.
Cillian clutched then toy tightly in his fist, stroking it with the forefinger of the same hand. His blue eyes frantically searched the dark for anything dangerous, anything that could hurt him. As if that reminded him, he looked over his shoulder, searching for any stalking phantoms of the night. There was none.
Letting out the breath he been holding, he continued forward. That's when he stumbled across a particularly ghoulish place. A graveyard.
Cillian swallowed, noticing the light fog rolling in. He'd seen way too many movies to not guess what happens next. Turning, he shook his head. Nope. Not doing this. Bad idea. You're such a whiny bitch, ya mook.
But what if zombies jumped out and grabbed him? There ain't no stinkin zombies in the wall, stupid! Besides, the dead ain't walkin. Only the crapheads who get bitten. Now haul it!
Swallowing once more, Cillian made his way into the graveyard, his pulse pounding wildly.
Gracefully stepping between the risen tombs, Felicia blinked a few times before turning her head about. The hoot of an owl, the scuffle of a rat's footsteps didn't frighten the girl; they enticed her to push forward. She pivoted on her sandles before stopping at a tomb sitting in front of her. Running her fingers over the stone, the female's head jolted slightly at the sound of footsteps.
She slid behind the tombstone before sliding behind the figure. She missed his face. "Say your scared," she whispered. Her voice was flat, monotone and homicidal. "Tick tock. I'm waitiiiiiing."
The crunch of leaves, hooting owls... all of it was driving him to the edge. Then a voice, drove him right over it. Letting out a scream quite unfitting of a male, he jumped forward and to the ground in front of a wrinkly old tree as he held the stuffed animal tighter in his grip. If there was there any time he needed Johnny it was now.
.... I don't think so kid. There ain't nothing here that you need me for. Idiot. Can't even recognize her voice...
Eyes opened wide. This was very bad. Johnny had always helped him, always when he needed saving. Cillian flinched as the cloud rolled away, letting a beam or moonlight fall across his soon to be murderer. "F-f-f-felicia?!?!?!?"
There wasn't any cruelty in her voice. She wasn't his sister after all. If Felicia would admit she could like some people the 15 year old might have even said she liked Cillian. She stepped back and placed a hand in her jean jacket pocket and shook her head.
"What're you doin' here? You're gonna get yourself killed." Voice was still flat.
It seemed like whatever cruel God had forced him here had smiled upon him. She was here too! She could help him!
Picking himself up, he cradled his arms. It helped him feel safe. Like someone was holding him. He did it quite a lot apparently. "I don't know. Johnny took control one night and I ended up h-h-h-here."
His stutter wasn't nearly as bad around her. In fact, he unconsciously forced himself not to when around her. Felicia had that effect on him. Cillian scratched his hair. "He w-w-won't tell me how we got here. Or w-w-why he made us join the Thieves Guild."
"First off, stop talking about that puppet master like he's real. He's not. We've been over this." Felicia was terribly annoyed by Johnny's presence in her life. She was aware that Cillian was sick but she handled her anxiety and inner turmoil with grace. She didn't understand why he couldn't do the same. 'Johnny' offended her. 'Johnny' had actually hit her resulting in a confrontation. She didn't like Cillian's 'protector' not one little bit.
"Secondly, you probably joined the Thieves Guild because you had nowhere else to go," she huffed, "And you're used to being around evil." She smirked softly, eyes narrowing evilly.
Cillian quickly an promptly shut up. He stood there, shifting in place as he played with the toy in his hands. He could only look down, remembering a certain event in shame. It wasn't his fault. Really, how could you control a sadistic personality who would kill you with the same feeling one would have while ordering a beer? How could someone as weak as him stop someone so strong was in control. She didn't understand. She couldn't understand.
But hell couldn't stop him from feeling the way he did.
I hate to admit it, but she's right. That's why I picked the Guild. Ya know nobody would want a pair like us. The so called good guys could handle you, but me? Nah. You'd be out on tha street without em.
Sighing in discomfort, Cillian looked up. That smile of hers should scare him. Yet it made his insides feel like butterflies with a crack addiction. "M-m-m-maybe you're right. Are you in the Guild?"
"No, I'm with the good guys. They overlooked the fact I have homicidal tendencies and I stabbed someone about a week ago." She rolled her eyes and punched Cillian's shoulder. Her eyes raised at the stuffed dog fidgeting in his hands. She shook her head but decided to not comment on it.
"So your inner creeper got you here huh?" Her eyes narrowed. "I thought your sister'd be here to make sure you didn't flip out." She bit her lip. She was the one who usually looked after him, not his sister.
Cillian nodded. "I don't really know what happened. He was just able to take over a couple of weeks ago. Next thing I know, I'm waking up here."
His eyes looked hollow as he stared at a spot on the ground. Nothing special about that spot, it just was there. Giving a shaken, wry smile, he continued. "I'm not even sure he knows what's going on either.."
Clutching the little faux pet tighter, thoughts turned to his sister. Cillian was lucky that the toy was somewhat durable. If it hadn't, the thing would've been an unrecognizable wreck. His left eye twitched, a small muscle memory of what happened when she hit him about a year ago. "C-c-clarice isn't here. I think she's still back in G-g-gotham. I h-h-h-hope she's okay..."
And just like that, his stutter was back in full force.
"I'm sure Clarice can take care of herself. Your sister's a badass."
She threw her curly hair over her shoulder, breath pouring through her lips. She stared at the plush toy and sighed. He'd never break that habit. She would have just backhanded him had he been any one else. But Cillian was the only human being able to at least poke at a sympathetic portion of her.
One might have said a sympathetic flicker appeared in the sociopath's eye. It was the kind of look her father gave her when she came to visit Arkham or his lair unexpectedly.
"You need to shut that guy up, he's awful," she said with a tight purse to her lips, "You hear me Johnny? Stay out of here. I'm protecting him now."
Cillian stiffened. Oh. She noticed the toy. He should probably drop it, it showing his weakness to the guild and all. But, if he did that, he'd probably break down. The young man just couldn't take being abandoned again, even if it was a toy. His blue eyes looked up, meeting hers through his sandy hair. Those eyes made his fragile heart melt every time.
Oh no. Now she's done it. Look here ya whore! I have just as right to be here as he does! I'm being nice, not even takings over and tearins ya apart! And how cans youse takes cares of him when youse not even in the Guild? I'M HIS ALTER AND I'M GOING TO STAY WETHER YOUSE LIKE IT OR NOT!
The boy collapsed to the ground, the toy forgotten as he grasped his head. Whenever Johnny screamed, it hurt. It hurt a lot. He could barely keep from screaming by biting his bottom lip and clenching his eyes tight. Cillian couldn't shake the sound of a satisfied chuckle from his ears. And if you trys to gets rid of me, I'll makes sure we boths go away. Forever.
The boy couldn't even tell her what his other half was saying. Johnny had chosen to inflict his anger out on the closest thing he could without taking over.
Her eyes narrowed tightly as Cillian fell to the floor. God, how she hated that stupid alter. She knew it existed on its own. Cillian would never lash out and hit her on purpose. Seeing him fall made her heart crack a little. She shook his curly hair before kneeling in front of him. She placed her hands on either side of his face. Her eyes were still ice cold, dead like her father's. Masking was the female's greatest skill.
She even believed she felt nothing herself.
She removed one hand to pick up the dog in the dirt. "Stop it," she said softly, "Stop. I know he's yelling. But quit it. He's nothing, hear me? He's nothing." She traced a path with her finger over his skin.
"Calm down," she growled, "Just listen to me. I'm gonna protect you. I promise."
Just like that, everything went silent. Cillian was too flabbergasted to say anything as he opened his eyes and stared. Johnny must've been too amused by it and retreated to a different part of his mind to laugh it off. The boy's mind went blank, trying to compute all the changes in emotion he was going through in such a short time.
There was the fear of entering the graveyard, the shock of seeing Felecia, the warmth from seeing her, the anger that Johnny had put in his head, and the surprising scene taking place before him. It was so much, he could barely handle it. Hand unknowingly grabbed at air, not remembering he had dropped the stuffed animal.
He stayed like that for a good minute, just staring into her eyes. But when his mind finally rebooted, he shook his head and hurriedly looked away. In the dark, it was tough to see the hint of red on his face. "T-t-thanks. I w-w-was scared that I'd n-n-never see anyone from Gotham again. That I'd d-d-die alone here."
Her eyes blazed as she listened to him speak, the deadly predatory portion of her curling back into view. She had her hands drop to her side, eyes narrowed and shifting to the side. She had a scowl on her face.
"Here." She tossed the male the plush dog. "C'mon, stand up. We're not gonna sit here in a graveyard and mope." She rose, eyes narrowed. "And you can tell Johnny he can go die in a hole."
Her eyes flashed towards the darkness. "You're not gonna die, I wouldn't let that happen," she remarked offhandedly. She shoved her hands in her pockets.