This is a role-play continuation of a role-play I lost the log to. Melissa went to get Dom a gift and was beset by thugs. Dominic came upon her and became so angry that he killed the thugs.

Dominic Petros™ "Stay away from me!" He yells but keeps running. If he so much as glanced back at her; if he stopped even for a moment, he might actually consider coming back but that just wasn't an option anymore. He'd just killed two men. Muggers they may have been but they didn't deserve to die. Being a mutant, Dom knew he'd be lucky if he wasn't hanged so he couldn't let the cops catch him. Melissa Johnson "Dom! Please! You were defending yourself!" It's hard to yell and run at the same time. Hard to keep this up, but I don't want him to disappear. I don't want to ever go out without his arms, his kisses, ..him. But then I trip. I trip and tumble, and the knee of my jeans rips open, and the skin beneath gets scraped up...it bleeds. "..please."

Dominic Petros™ "I said STAY AWAY!" Dom keeps going. He can't stop. He's too afraid of what may come next. What he might do. What he's already done. He can't face it again. He keeps going, running towards a chain-linked fence and hopping up to climb over it.

Melissa Johnson I stand up, and I spot something...different. That chain link fence could be electrified, if she wanted it to be. It was connected to a box, I spot it, and I stumble to it. I slap my hand over the metal thing and my eyes turn an eerie silver color. When his hands touch the fence, it gives him a jolt, not enough to hurt him a large amount, but enough to shock him, maybe knock him back a couple feet, just enough where I can catch up to him. "No! God damn it, you know I'm stubborn." Maybe now I can catch him, hold him, kiss him...remind him.

Dominic Petros™ "Gah!" Getting a running start, he managed to jump halfway up the fence before the jolt of electricity hit him and knocked him on his back, the wind knocked out of him momentarily. "Damn it....stay away from me." He said softly, out of breath, unable to yell anymore.

Melissa Johnson Finally. I manage to get to his side, and I kneel down next to him. I put my hands on either side of his face, and I shake my head. "Not now. Not ever. Stop it, Dom." My words are softer, being near, I don't have to yell, even if I wanted to now, I don't think my throat would appreciate it anyway. "Look at me."

Dominic Petros™ "S-stay away." He closed his eyes. Trying not to look at her. That beautiful face and eyes. No, he couldn't look at her. He was too ashamed. He tried pulling her hands from him, push her away.

Melissa Johnson I'm not a person to just let go and stop. I lean down and I kiss his mouth. Soft. Tender. The way I am. I love him. Love. I've never had anything so solid that I was afraid of losing. Terrified. The first is the most special, they say. The one you never forget. I know it will be true with me when the day comes. But today is not that day. "Stop it. I love you...please, Dom. I'm not letting go."

Dominic Petros™ As she kisses him, those soft lips pressed against his own, suddenly all the feeling of shame and dread left him. The same hands that tried to push her away then held her closer, wrapping her in his arms. "I....I love you too."

Melissa Johnson Well that's what I wanted to hear. I let myself be held, I hold myself to him and I press my cheek against his. "Don't you run from me...don't you ever run from me." I'm sobbing now, sobbing as I kiss him again, as I kneel there over him in some dark dirty alley. "Not ever...'cuz I'll come find you. No matter what, I'll find you."

Dominic Petros™ They stay that way, for a long moment, laying in a dirty alley, both crying, Dom just nuzzling her cheek and shoulder. He finally gets up to one knee at least and back against a wall and stares at her, not knowing what to say. He'd just killed two men. Was there anything he could say.

Melissa Johnson I straighten myself again, tuck my hair behind my ears and I sniffle. I had never seen a dead body before. And I just saw two. Saw one die. It's hard to say what my eyes are saying, when I don't even know. "We...we should get home..." They'd make it right. The Professor would know what to do. He'd understand it was all just self defense. He would make this go away. "The Professor..he'll kn-know what to do." I stand, and I offer him my hand.

Dominic Petros™ ".....I ain't got a home." He said solemnly. The look in her eyes. The fear in her tone. Dominic felt lower than dirt right now. A long time ago he promised himself he wouldn't go that far again. "I...I ain't never had nobody be as nice to me as you...and everybody else. I can't being this on you guys. I'm a mutant. They'll find out and it might blow the school's cover. Can't do that to y'all."

Melissa Johnson "I.." I'm not sure what to say. What suggestions could I offer? I put my hands on either side of his face, I smooth my thumbs over his cheeks and I whimper, audibly whimper. "I'll leave the school, I mean. Who says I have to live there to work there. I can ..I can get a place..you'll be fine with me." I'm grasping at straws here. Am I really willing to aid and abed a murderer? My eyes squeeze shut at the thought. No. Not murder. Self defense. I have to keep my mind on those words. "C'mon. People would understand. I understand. They tried to hurt me. They tried to hurt you. You were j-just protecting yourself." Do I really sound as desperate as I feel?

Dominic Petros™ Dom snorted at the sound of his voice. He had to since it sounded all too familiar. Like the sound of a con who knows he's caught but is too afraid to admit it. He knows he's in deep, but he's got no place to go and he didn't want to go on the run anymore. Getting up to his feet but still leaning against the wall, a hand over his ribs. They were still hurting. Not for the first time in his life, he felt cornered and didn't know what to do. Everything in him was yelling to run for it. To go so far away that he'd never even be remembered but he didn't want that. Not anymore. "Is uh...this Xavier guy really as understanding as everyone say he is?" At this point, school was better than jail.

Melissa Johnson (6/16/2006 12:05:30 AM) "Yes!..Yes." I hadn't meant for the first one to come out so..loud, so ..overly excited. "He is...he is" I know I must look like hell, bruise ring around my throat, right eye black and tender, but his ribs must be killing him. I gently put my hand over his and I look up into his eyes. "He'll help you. I'll help you..." Then I pause, and I tilt my head. " What..you think Wolverine has never killed anyone?" And he does stay at the school, and he's not in jail. He's killed to protect himself. Why should this be any different?

Dominic Petros™ He chuckles a bit at that. The first laugh he's had all night. Logan didn't seem a cheerful, pacifist type of guy. Shooting a look towards the sound of sirens getting closer, he gets up off the wall. "I think we should leave though." The school was good to him and he didn't want to go, but he didn't want to cause them any more trouble and when he confessed, there would be a lot of it to come down on them and they may kick him out anyway. "With all the...mind-readers there, they'll probably lock me out before I can get there."

Melissa Johnson "You're with me. Nobody locks me out." I try to sound optimistic. I usually am optimistic. I take his hand in mine, and I lock fingers with him, before I start back to where I left the car. Just left it there, without thought. Of course it is still there, still parked, well, not parked so much as it was haphazardly put into stop at a not so convenient place. Oh well. Once we reach it, I touch the passenger's side door, and I let him get in, before I round the car, and as I do, the engine starts. I climb in. There's a wrapped present sitting on the center console now, having fallen out of the bag when I threw it in. It has his name on it. If he opens it, he'll find the Rolex. To Dominic, with love, Melissa engraved on the back. All of this, just for a stupid present.

 

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