Post by Cause and Effect on May 5, 2017 11:47:40 GMT
Thursday, May 4th. 5:04pm. Staten Island.
Despite the hellacious attack to his twin brother Atticus at the hands of Lennox Daniels, Laroux wasn't going to really do anything beyond the comment regarding Sofie. But as the day progressed, Laroux felt that grip loosen more and more, until he heard of the ‘incident’ regarding Rayven Hardy.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, the final shot that finally allowed Xavier to release his grip.
”She couldn't just..let it go. She just..hadda push one more time.”
Seated in the driver's seat of that black rental sedan, Laroux had a firm grip on the steering wheel. The sun visor pulled down, Xavier staring deeply into his own bloodshot eyes. During the events leading to this very moment, his thoughts were scattered, hard to pin down and focus on any individual one.
Once he learned of what happened to her, that was it. The clutter was swept away in one fell swoop. It was crystal clear as to what must be done. An eye for an eye.
Opening that driver’s side door, Xavier climbed out of the car, a pair of black denim jeans secured to his waist by means of a black leather belt, his torso hugged by the near skin tight black tank top while a white unbuttoned shirt laid draped over that garment.
His usually arrogant expression was replaced by a blank slate, no emotion showing in those features as his eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for a street sign. Finally, he caught sight of one. His straightened lips curled into a rather sickening grin as he saw what the sign had said: Henderson Ave.
Digging his hand into the right pocket of those jeans, he pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he double checked the house number, comparing it to the one dead in front of him. It was a match. 394
”She did this. She did this.”
Is was almost as if he was in a trance, focused on nothing but the mission ahead of him. A long walk up a concrete driveway, leading to the front door, Xavier stopped in front of that door, taking a moment to just look at that door, his mind quiet, almost peaceful in a way.
A risk. Rather than devise a plan to gain entry into the home, Xavier simply reached down before getting a firm grip on that doorknob. He was pleased to find that door unlocked. His grin grew as he silently pushed the door open, walking inside.
Almost right away, Laroux was struck with the smell as it invaded his nostrils. For just a moment, Laroux took in the scent before continuing on. With the home being as large as it was, this could take a while. Luckily, as soon as Laroux turned a corner into a hallway, he saw a door closing.
Everything was falling into place. The timing and convenience of it all seemed like fate..like this moment was destined to occur. For just the slightest of moments, Xavier felt a sense of righteousness as he flung the door open, a yelp of surprise emitted from the woman enclosed within that restroom.
Before the older woman could process just what was going on, Xavier struck, throwing his own body into hers, sending her crashing down. On the way down, that woman caught her forehead on the edge of that porcelain sink.
She laid on that cold tile floor, a split on her forehead allowing blood to trickle onto the pearly white floor beneath her. Xavier stood tall, that stomach turning smirk dominating his features. That right hand dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Beginning to record, Laroux focused it on himself, shaking his head slowly.
”Y’know, I was like..really disappointed when I wound up in a completely different state than what was intended. I really wanted to see Icon for Hire. But thankfully, I got personally invited to what could be an even better show all together. Ohshit, I think it's startin, listen.”
Laroux held a finger up to his lips, making a shhing sound. The sound of that female’s pained groaning could be heard, lightly at first, but growing louder with each passing moment.
”Fuckkk, I loveee this song! Don't you, Ma?”
He pressed the screen of his phone, the view switching to reveal the fallen woman as she tried dragging herself towards that door.
”Just one song? Ohnono, that won't work at all. Encore!”
Taking a step towards the fallen woman, Laroux jumped up, stomping the sole of his right black steel toed shoe down onto her hand, an ear piercing scream of pain filled the room. Xavier shouted out in excitement, pressing his shoe down onto the same hand, grinding it into the floor.
”I told you, Lennox. I told you after you attacked Atti, leave it alone. But no, possibly stealing his ability to hold his child at birth..wasn’t enough for you..was it, Len? You had to go after Ray. I couldn't take it. I had to show you that..this isn't a game anymore. You want this fuckin side of me on you? Consider me the Djinn because your wish..has been granted.”
Applying that much more pressure on her hand, audible pops and cracks were heard as she pounded her free hand against the leg of Xavier, trying to free herself. He turned his head to look at the sink that had became less than secure after she was thrown into it.
He looked at her pinned arm before leaning to grab hold of the large porcelain bowl as he gave it a couple good jerks before removing it from the wooden base entirely. The occasional grunt from Xavier gave an idea of the object's weight. Bringing it up higher and higher, he maneuvered it close to above his head before slamming it down onto that trapped arm.
It shattered upon impact, both the sink top and her arm, sending chunks of porcelain scattering in all directions. Those screams of pain filled the room, a whoop of excitement emanating from the man possessed by revenge. He stood still, almost statuesque, his eyes and the phone both focused on the older lady.
The pain had rendered her near unconscious as she tried to speak, her words flowing jumbled, almost gargled. Slowly, Xavier started walking backwards, allowing the scene to remain fixated on the now unconscious female.
”I warned you, Lennox. I gave you so many chances to just settle it between us and you spit in my face..twice. No more chances. An eye for an eye.”
With those last five words, the scene was cut.
Despite the hellacious attack to his twin brother Atticus at the hands of Lennox Daniels, Laroux wasn't going to really do anything beyond the comment regarding Sofie. But as the day progressed, Laroux felt that grip loosen more and more, until he heard of the ‘incident’ regarding Rayven Hardy.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, the final shot that finally allowed Xavier to release his grip.
”She couldn't just..let it go. She just..hadda push one more time.”
Seated in the driver's seat of that black rental sedan, Laroux had a firm grip on the steering wheel. The sun visor pulled down, Xavier staring deeply into his own bloodshot eyes. During the events leading to this very moment, his thoughts were scattered, hard to pin down and focus on any individual one.
Once he learned of what happened to her, that was it. The clutter was swept away in one fell swoop. It was crystal clear as to what must be done. An eye for an eye.
Opening that driver’s side door, Xavier climbed out of the car, a pair of black denim jeans secured to his waist by means of a black leather belt, his torso hugged by the near skin tight black tank top while a white unbuttoned shirt laid draped over that garment.
His usually arrogant expression was replaced by a blank slate, no emotion showing in those features as his eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for a street sign. Finally, he caught sight of one. His straightened lips curled into a rather sickening grin as he saw what the sign had said: Henderson Ave.
Digging his hand into the right pocket of those jeans, he pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he double checked the house number, comparing it to the one dead in front of him. It was a match. 394
”She did this. She did this.”
Is was almost as if he was in a trance, focused on nothing but the mission ahead of him. A long walk up a concrete driveway, leading to the front door, Xavier stopped in front of that door, taking a moment to just look at that door, his mind quiet, almost peaceful in a way.
A risk. Rather than devise a plan to gain entry into the home, Xavier simply reached down before getting a firm grip on that doorknob. He was pleased to find that door unlocked. His grin grew as he silently pushed the door open, walking inside.
Almost right away, Laroux was struck with the smell as it invaded his nostrils. For just a moment, Laroux took in the scent before continuing on. With the home being as large as it was, this could take a while. Luckily, as soon as Laroux turned a corner into a hallway, he saw a door closing.
Everything was falling into place. The timing and convenience of it all seemed like fate..like this moment was destined to occur. For just the slightest of moments, Xavier felt a sense of righteousness as he flung the door open, a yelp of surprise emitted from the woman enclosed within that restroom.
Before the older woman could process just what was going on, Xavier struck, throwing his own body into hers, sending her crashing down. On the way down, that woman caught her forehead on the edge of that porcelain sink.
She laid on that cold tile floor, a split on her forehead allowing blood to trickle onto the pearly white floor beneath her. Xavier stood tall, that stomach turning smirk dominating his features. That right hand dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Beginning to record, Laroux focused it on himself, shaking his head slowly.
”Y’know, I was like..really disappointed when I wound up in a completely different state than what was intended. I really wanted to see Icon for Hire. But thankfully, I got personally invited to what could be an even better show all together. Ohshit, I think it's startin, listen.”
Laroux held a finger up to his lips, making a shhing sound. The sound of that female’s pained groaning could be heard, lightly at first, but growing louder with each passing moment.
”Fuckkk, I loveee this song! Don't you, Ma?”
He pressed the screen of his phone, the view switching to reveal the fallen woman as she tried dragging herself towards that door.
”Just one song? Ohnono, that won't work at all. Encore!”
Taking a step towards the fallen woman, Laroux jumped up, stomping the sole of his right black steel toed shoe down onto her hand, an ear piercing scream of pain filled the room. Xavier shouted out in excitement, pressing his shoe down onto the same hand, grinding it into the floor.
”I told you, Lennox. I told you after you attacked Atti, leave it alone. But no, possibly stealing his ability to hold his child at birth..wasn’t enough for you..was it, Len? You had to go after Ray. I couldn't take it. I had to show you that..this isn't a game anymore. You want this fuckin side of me on you? Consider me the Djinn because your wish..has been granted.”
Applying that much more pressure on her hand, audible pops and cracks were heard as she pounded her free hand against the leg of Xavier, trying to free herself. He turned his head to look at the sink that had became less than secure after she was thrown into it.
He looked at her pinned arm before leaning to grab hold of the large porcelain bowl as he gave it a couple good jerks before removing it from the wooden base entirely. The occasional grunt from Xavier gave an idea of the object's weight. Bringing it up higher and higher, he maneuvered it close to above his head before slamming it down onto that trapped arm.
It shattered upon impact, both the sink top and her arm, sending chunks of porcelain scattering in all directions. Those screams of pain filled the room, a whoop of excitement emanating from the man possessed by revenge. He stood still, almost statuesque, his eyes and the phone both focused on the older lady.
The pain had rendered her near unconscious as she tried to speak, her words flowing jumbled, almost gargled. Slowly, Xavier started walking backwards, allowing the scene to remain fixated on the now unconscious female.
”I warned you, Lennox. I gave you so many chances to just settle it between us and you spit in my face..twice. No more chances. An eye for an eye.”
With those last five words, the scene was cut.