The Chaos Song Can Bring >> By Invite Only

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The travel was so fast. Speed like a rocket. Hum of electrics in every vein. Making the whole body buzz. Somewhere between and itch and a tickle. Boldly invasive. Her crackling energy claiming his every nerve. To pull him along this travel. Along the phone lines. Cables. A maze of wires to travel. Turns sudden. Toward their destination.

Under a nearby street lamp. Another crack and flicker of light. And they were both flesh once more. The current would linger in him. An after buzz. That would wear off with time. The club was only a short walk away. As they were on a side street. Where no one had seen them come to life.

But first. How they stood. Her arms around him. Palms pressed flat against his lower back. Chest pressed to his chest. Close enough he'd feel her breath. Even that came with a fizz of electrics. He felt it only because she wanted him to. All of her tricks. Wylie would give Alex the gift of seeing the puppet strings instead of being a puppet. Any others they encountered tonight would not get that gift. Others would get her other gift. Being the puppet of Chaos.

You will see the strings I pull. Her words in his mind. You are better than the puppets that surround you. All said while he received her smile. Wild and untamed. Private and inviting. Her head titled. She leaned in close. And spoke. "Aren't you? Alex." Huskily asked of him. His ear would feel the buzzing tickle of her sigh. Slow exhale. It seemed to creep into his very mind. Saying without words. Your potential makes me hunger.

Slowly she stepped back. Her jungle gaze on his. She reached out a hand to him. Inviting him to take it. The club was near. He'd know that, suddenly. Feel the distant pulse of music and people like a vibration through the street. His senses would all be heightened tonight. Another gift from her. So that he could learn. And she could learn in turn. Of him. Come see the Chaos song can bring, my Delight. Such a smile.

[Kyle Sanderson]

When they landed, his head tilted to the side for a moment, coming to rest slightly above his shoulder. His hands, rested with his palms flat against her lower back, his chest as well pressed against her own. Those dead eyes of his, directly into her own. The only movement that came from him, was the breath that was leaving his body. His chest rising more against her own, and falling not enough to leave her own.

Then she spoke, feeling her breath against his skin, those eyes of his closed. Taking in the feeling of her breath, that feeling that he had become addicted too. His skin, sucked all of it in. Absorbing it, he needed it. And finally he heard her words in his head, those eyes of his opening back up. That oh so combination of evil and sadistic grin forming over his face now, he nodded his head slowly.

"I am better then the others. They are merely puppets for the chaos that we shall bring tonight, together."

And now there was her hand there for him to take. And so he followed suit, that hand of his reaching out to her own, taking her own into his own. Those fingers of his intertwining with her own fingers. But he didn't move when she did, instead he pulled her back to him. To where her face was back as close to his own when they landed.

"Tonight, we show everyone a whole new meaning to the word chaos. Together, chaos and darkness..become one"

And what followed next, well she was about to get a piece of him. He moved his head forward, until their lips came in contact. He held that kiss, that embrace, as he did she felt something unmistakeable enter into her, she felt a bit of that darkness that he craved, that he engulfed within him, leave him, and into her own. Oh the possibilites of what was about to happen, the chaos, the darkness. This was a night that would never be forgotten.

[Guest]

He was more than a handsomely wicked smile. He was boldness. Impulse. Only those things could drive him. To pull her to him as he did. Her compliance was his reward. As was her kiss. Her kiss owned lips. Kiss of a god. Kiss of chaos. Electric. Wild. Impassioned. All those things connected to him as he bestowed her with his own gift. A taste of his darkness. She drank it in like wine. He was a Delight that would share his power? Truly the tides turned today in her favor. Brother Thor beware.

As she received it. Her fingers sank into his arms. A claiming grip. He'd feel her nails press to flesh. It was she who pulled back. A sly feline smile. Before she exhaled. And he'd watch his darkness exhaled from her. A snakelike tendril. Like black smoke. Watch it travel. Her thought was his thought. As her head turned. To also watch it travel. Towards the nearest dwelling. Where it crawled under the door.

Moments later from that dwelling. The sound of breaking glass. On Wylie, a smile of triumph. "An heirloom destroyed," she murmured. As jungle eyes returned to Alex. "Through the chaos of their accusations, they will learn much of each other." Her hands moved. To his chest. All ten nails raking downward. Slow. Her jungle gaze on his dead eyes. Leaning close so he could feel whisper. As well as hear it. "All because of your dark gift."

We go. Her thought his once more. She took his hand. And they walked. A right turn made. The pulse of people and music growing louder as it neared. Her hips swaggered. Confidence. Never anything but. Soon before them, a crowd of people. All fighting to get through the entrance. But she was Wylie. Like Prince Sting Madonna. A performer here tonight. For them, the stage door. Simple words to the bouncer there with his list. "He's with me."

And they gained entrance.

[Kyle Sanderson]

That kiss broken now. That grin upon his face as he watched his darkness leave her, watched it enter into that building, heard what he heard. That caused his attention to go back to her a hand lifting up pointing at that building.

"Chaos is beautiful"

One simple line, was he talking about chaos in and of itself, or was he talking about her? Both were the answer to that question. And now, he didn't follow her into the club. No he walked side by side with her, those dead eyes looking to the people that were there. At times that black color pouring into them, just a touch though. As though he were scouting for potential targets.

But now he was in that club with her, he was still walking side by side with her, he was still, getting a look at who was all there, he was searching for just exactly where he would be helping to cause chaos. Those eyes of his, they now found their way back to her, speaking in that private tone that only she could hear.

"We make beautiful choas in here tonight...so beautiful"

Yea it was a repeated phrase, but it was a true one in his mind. So he continued to walk with her. Those eyes of his once more looking around. Seeing the darkness in the corners of the rooms, of the hallways. His head tilted towards her speaking in that private voice again.

"Everyone has darkness that can be used to help make chaos. You just have to look in the right spots in people"

Could it be he just taught her something? Who knows?

[Guest]

Backstage was crowded. Full of people. Musicians. Crew. Staff. Security. The band she claimed was not the only to perform. Slated second out of four. Little did this club know. The chances of getting to the third band were slim tonight. The first band was on stage. As Wylie and Alex walked they could hear them through the monitors. Not terrible music. But not show stopping either. Wylie would soon stop the show.

That would come in time. Right now he was her focus. Her Delight. She was watching his mannerisms. Taking note of how he saw things. How he interacted with them. And of course what he said. Did she learn? Yes. About him. And what she learned pleased her. Oh how it pleased.

She walked him to stage left. No one attempted to stop them. All seemed to know her by name. Wylie. Like she'd been here for years. So untrue. Soon they stood in the wings offstage. She and Alex. Wylie was not looking at the band, no. She was looking at the crowd. To see what people gathered here. What puppets she would have for this night.

As her hand slid. Hand closing in a firm grip on one cheek. Of his backside. He'd hear her again. In his mind. Where are the right spots, my Delight. Show me while we wait. We have time, before this club learns of the chaos in song. As her jungle gaze turned upon him. The curl to her lip sly. Her fingers squeezed where they lay. And her thought would be his. Sounding as if his own. I'm hers. As if she needed to plant that.

But it came with sensation. Timed with the thought. A swell of her current within him. A level of sensation beyond what any human could stir in another. Making every nerve in him stand at attention. And the feeling. What bliss to be at her beck. A bliss that one would think impossible. Until they felt it. As Alex did now.

[Kyle Sanderson]

That touch. The touch of a god, the feeling that followed suit. It was a feeling that was unmistakable for sure. It was a feeling that couldn’t be described. A feeling that no normal being, could ever comprehend. Feeling each and every nerve standing at attention. It was something he ate up. It was something he was craving. It was something that, he was about to mimic. Something he was going to make, this god standing next to him experience as well. But first the words he heard in his head. Those two words, that put that evil grin, a slight one, but one that was meant for her eyes only. Her words, running in his mind over and over for a few moments.

And now, his own arm would mimic the movement of which her arm, her hand that was against his backside did. Eyes had not seen the exact way that her arm had moved. He didn’t need his dead eyes to see the way her arm moved. Not when he could see what the darkness seen. Not when he could feel what it felt. Know what it knows. Thought what it thinks. But now his arm, his hand mimicked each motion that her arm, her hand had made. His hand, it closed in. Only coming to rest upon her lower back. Why there? Palm pressed flat against her lower back. That hand started it’s journey, moving in a slow journey down from her lower back. Where did that journey end at? That journey, came to an end when his hand came to rest upon her backside. Once that hand was there, resting after it’s journey there on one cheek of her backside. That hand tightening it’s grip on her some. His fingertips pressing into the flesh of that cheek.

Those dead eyes of his, now moved slightly, enough he could see her once more. His own head moved closer to her ear. Stopping only when his lips were rested up against her ear. That private voice, that was meant for her and only her to hear spoke out.

“I crave you. I crave every inch of you.”

Once those words had left him. Those lips moved slightly down her ear, to her earlobe. His lips trailing over that earlobe of hers. Slowing down then as they closed around that earlobe for a moment. Dragging it slightly with his lips, before they parted slightly releasing her earlobe. Yes he was bold. And now those dead eyes turned to the crowd out there. Turned to the potential puppets that had no clue what presence they were in front of at that moment. His eyes scanning those peoples. Those dead eyes of his, they had now filled, consumed by the darkness inside him. Pure black. The darkest black that could ever be seen. And finally he found the one he would take from at that moment.

“Darkness can be taken at anytime. Without any knowledge.”

He tilted his head to the side for a moment. He was studying the female he had chosen. And there was a reason he chose her. Not for who she was. No, for what was around her. Surrounded by what seemed like numerous men that were around her. He noticed how each of those men looked at her. How they acted around her. Sworn to protect her if anything broke out. Yes she was perfect for this. His head tilted back straight, turning to Wylie slowly. Now pure black eyes watched her. She would be the only one who would see what was actually happening at that moment.

“Watch her, watch her darkness become mine”

He didn’t have any need to point out who her was. He knew that she knew exactly who it was he was speaking about. What happened next? Alex had no need to look at his target any longer. His eyes remained fixed upon Wylie as in the crowd from his female target. Her movements stopped, nothing at all noticeable. The removal of that darkness that infested her to her very soul, was a quick pull from her. Yes he was making it shown to Wylie, he had done this on more the one occasion. As for the female once all of that darkness was drawn out of her. Once again her movements stopped. To the untrained eye. To the human eye, there was nothing noticeable about what she did. To his eye, he could see the slight color change to her skin. As though a piece of her own soul had been drawn out in that darkness.

And now that darkness, as though it was nothing more then smoke. It made it’s way over to where the two of them were. That darkness, now coming to him. Entering through what seemed like every pore in his body. He sucked it in, consumed it. And just like that. It was gone. Consumed just as fast as he had drawn it out. That female, she had already gone back to dancing with the rest of the people. Alex, he now moved his lips back to her ear. His breath running over her flesh as he moved his lips to that ear now, once more, letting them rest against her ear.

“Without darkness, people lose the will to resist, the will to fight back.”

His lips turned back into a grin there against her ear as he moved them away from her ear, down her ear, to her neck, as though he was taking in her smell. And as his head trailed away from her, a taste was taken of that god. His tongue slithering out enough to run over her neck, yes he was a bold one. And this night soon chaos was going to taste just as good as this god…wonderful…

[Guest]

A delicious Delight. This was he. A crafty smile bloomed. When his hand made travel mimic her placement. When he whispered those words. The tip of her tongue pressed to the back of her teeth. A slow exhale. Which sounded on the air as a hiss. The sound undulated with the grace of a serpent. Winding around his lobe. Before sliding into his ear. Straight to his mind. A sound of claim. It would linger within him. A sensual harmony to the melody of his thoughts. As his lips explored her lobe. Boldness, yes. It and the rest of his titillating traits. They would all be nourished by her. And rewarded.

Until he bid her watch. She chose to watch her Delight, not the crowd. To learn of him. The manner in which he searched for his prey. The manner in which he selected. The manner in which he viewed the masses. But her jungle gaze turned. To fix upon the 'her' he spoke of. Alex's surmise was Truth. Wylie knew the one. That would soon be his target. There her green thicket gaze fixed. To observe.

And yet Alex she still observed. Without the direct power of her gaze. She had other means of Sight. In such close proximity. It was not hard to tell he had no need to watch is prey to do his deed. That she filed away for remembrance. As the darkness traveled from prey to Alex, her lips bloomed into a crafty smile. She did not need to see the end of its travel to know its end. Consumed by him. No, her eyes remained on his prey. To watch the effects. To see her return to her dance. To her life. As if all was unchanged.

But all had changed, yes? This he confirmed through whispered words. The gears of her mind turning. So many questions. A time for each question, in its own good time. No need for haste. Not when his tongue traced her flesh. To touch tongue upon her flesh was like that flesh touching upon the tip a battery. Another taste of her current. The buzz would linger upon his taste buds. An unconventional food that both sated and seeded hunger in the same instant.

Her reply. As she spoke to his mind. He'd feel the dig of her nails. Into the meat of his backside. Her press. Once more chest to chest. But the question, Delight. Now that her will is gone. Her fight. What will you do next? How will your darkness show her Truth? But the sensations, more than that. One deeper. In a place within him. A private place. There he would feel her buzz. Awakening the animal urges. As she bent her head. Her teeth pressing into the soft flesh of his ear lobe. A private growl breathed in his ear. Show me. Before I sing and touch Chaos upon them all.

She wanted to see. How advanced this student was in his education. Did he merely steal the dark from others. Or was such thievery only the beginning?

[Kyle Sanderson]

What else could he do with that darkness? Such a good question, a good question indeed. Darkness, it could be made to do many things. Especially when there was one behind it that could make it do as he wished. As he deemed fit. The darkness, that was his puppet strings. Just how strong of strings were those? That was the true question at this point. But now, that current that he felt on his tongue when he took a taste of her flesh. It was intoxicating. How could one be so bold with his actions when it came to a god? It was simple really. A very simple answer it was.

His stance changed a bit, his entire body turning to face hers. His chest to her chest. His legs to her legs. His lifted that arm of his up now. Boldness returning to him once more. That current running through him. That current awakening those animalistic urges within him. That arm of his, slithered and wrapped around her lower back and her backside. A single movement pulling her against him. Every inch of their bodies from the shoulders down. Connected. In his boldness, an attempt to make her feel those urges, she had awaken with her current, her sensations.

“I claim you.”

A bold statement indeed. One that not many would even dare to say to a god. Not many were Alex. And Alex wanted this god in front of him. Not the voices in his head. He craved this god, as he craved darkness. His statement to her, wasn’t said on it’s own. His hand on her backside, applied more pressure to her backside, once again mimicking her motions. His fingers pressing into the flesh of her backside. One statement, and those actions. He had claimed this god.

But now, there was a question to answer. His head turned away from her, those black eyes. Still consumed by darkness, landed directly back upon his target. But for a brief moment. To see the best way for something. Head turned back. To Wylie once more. For this he didn’t need to see his target. The darkness would be his eyes once more. He already knew how much darkness would be needed for this. That was the story her darkness had told him when he consumed it.

“Their minds can be corrupted so easily. Just like night and day. Things see so calm, so peaceful during the day. Her mind is calm and peaceful. But when night takes over day. The chaos takes over. When the darkness takes over her mind, chaos takes control”

That evil, sadistic grin coming forth once more. Allowing her to see the puppet strings that he controlled. Just enough of that darkness, her own darkness that he had consumed rising out of him for Wylie to see. Not like the wispy smoke that she seem it as when he consumed it. This came out as what seemed like a string. A puppet string. That darkness slowly making it’s way to his target once more. Entering back into her exactly where he wanted it to. Her forehead.

“Darkness back into her. Darkness taking control of her. Ironic. Her darkness told me her story. How she tried so hard to not let her darkness free. How she tried to keep it in control. But it ends up being the thing she thought she could control. That is the thing to allow chaos to rule her mind”

No sooner that he had finished what he said, there was a bit of a commotion in the crowd. His target, that female. No longer was she standing. On the ground she was now. Did it stop the band from playing no it didn’t. To everyone there, she just tripped over a random foot not paying attention. Nothing to be worried about. To the eyes and ears of those people out there. The two of them, a different story.

“Listen close to her. Listen to what she says. Watch her actions, the way she moves. Her mind is gone. Her mind belongs to darkness. Her mind in complete chaos. My gift, to you.”

He moved those lips of his closer to hers. Close enough , his breathing was felt upon her flesh. Boldness once again. Lips coming in contact with her own once again. Did she feel her own buzz. Her own sensation flow through him, back to her. That target, little did she know. Her being, her life, was not in her hands anymore. At that moment it was all in his hands. But that wasn’t something he had to tell Wylie. Now was it?

[Guest]

By his actions. All her inches met his. Their bodies pressed together like pages in a closed book. Positioned this way she felt the urges in him she stirred. She felt him cycle her current back within her. She felt his desire. His boldness. His will to possess. Born to voice by his words.

He claimed her. Was that so? Her feline smile. How it blossomed. Amusement abound. Did the frontiersman who claimed a scrap of land to build a dwelling own that land? Or did the land in her grace allow him to dwell there? The elusive creature of Chaos. None could lay claim upon her. She believed. Only Odin, Father of All, had claimed her when she was a babe in arms. And even then. She had traveled back in time to orchestrate that claiming. Yes. This Chaos could walk through time like it was merely a winding path. A terrifying thought. But to the point. Not even Asgard claimed her. For she would one day claim Asgard.

But what claim meant to her. A goddess whose mind worked on the grandest scale and scheme. Different from those mortal. So to him. And his 'human' sense of claim. In that manner. He succeeded. And would continue to succeed. So long as he was a link in the chain that was of use. A thread in the web upon which the Fates of others could be twisted and turned. So long as he continued to be a Delight. If he continued to be as he was now. Even she the farseeing could not imagine when his Delight would wane.

"Your claim has been heard." Her lips pressed to his ear as she spoke it. He'd feel the soft motion of those blossoms against his flesh. Breath a long light exhale of syllables. Whispered in the deepest of intimacy. But there were no more intimate touches other than those. For his eyes had turned to his prey. So must her jungle gaze. Steadied up on the girl. Wylie watched the full of events as they unfolded. His string. In particular. Sent the rush of a thrill throughout her. Yes. The wheel of fortune had given her its greatest blessing. Alex a puppeteer of dark intent. Who better to mold? Who better to help her with her Greatest Plan?

She was pleased. There was no mistaking it. Tongue pressed to teeth. A hiss of satisfaction. Her hand on the move. Fingers like five snakes. Slithering their way up his back. Up the neck. Into his hair. Where their nature changed to leeches. Sinking in. With a possessive grip. "Such a gift." Her voice husky. A rumble in her throat. He'd awakened the animal in her nature. Bestowing upon her the gift of a weak link broken. Revealing his gifts. When he pressed his lips to her. What passion he would feel. Within the pressure she returned. Unhinged. Unadulterated. Passion. A shock through his body like her energy scanned him from head to toe. Buzzing the ends of his nerves to life. To pleasure. To hunger.

And then. With Sight that didn't need eyes. She felt the band's approach. The time had come. To begin the ritual she'd chosen for this night. She opened her eyes. Still so close to him. Her will a beacon in his mind. Go into the crowd. Join your prey. Spend these songs with her. Play with her your toy. And watch. You will See. The strings of these songs. And thus he would See.

Wylie stepped back. Green thicket gaze intense upon him. As she stepped backward. Onto the stage. Straight to the center. As the others of the band took their places. Only mere moment before it all would begin.

[Kyle Sanderson]

Within her actions. He knew it was that time. He had sensed it before they had reached the two of them. Which allowed him. To show allow her to experience that same unadulterated passion. Brief second as it may have been. That was all he needed. She felt the same, that she made him felt. That one second. Nod of his head. That was what followed. Black eyes watched as she headed to the stage. His body turning. Walking back the way he needed. Walking, to that crowd in front of that stage. Walking, searching for his target.

The crowd. Waiting in anticipation for the next performance. So was Alex. But not the performance that those people. All of them were waiting to see. There for a completely different performance. Now in the crowd he entered. Motions fluid. Movements taking him straight to his target. That female. Having no clue her puppeteer was coming for her.

Through the sea of people he moved. Movements never wavering. Movement taking him straight to his puppet. No one standing in his way. Movements, finally bringing him to his puppet. Stopping next to her. His puppet, her dancing came to a stop, without a single word being said. Her attention turned to him. His own head lowering now. Close enough to speak in a private voice to her.

“Your life will burn by the touch of the reaper. The world you have once known, will now lie in the hands of chaos. And you will pray that it will last. For when it ends, what is left of your mind is mine.”

He knew she could hear his interactions with his puppet perfectly. He wanted her to hear it all. See it all. See how he interacted with his puppet. See that, he had grander plans for his puppet. Himself, he just stood there as his puppet began to dance there with him. If that was considered the two of them dancing, as he was just standing there. As for the man his puppet had been with. No words had come from him. He just…left to a different area. Under his own will…highly doubtful. Highly, highly doubtful. But Wylie, she knew exactly who it was that made him move away like that, didn’t she?

His puppet, she continued that dancing on him. He continued to stand there, watching up on the stage. Watching the way Wylie interacted, watching her actions, watching to see her chaos. His own movements, a hand coming under the chin of his puppet, holding her there so she remained still, so she would watch her puppet master.

“Enjoy what you are about to witness. Savior it.”

His head turned back to that stage, those black eyes watching Wylie once more. That grin that she has come to know so much. Upon his face. His eyes. On the god he claimed.

[Guest]

While he joined his puppet. Chaos would come in the time of three songs. Do not mistake. For one as she, Chaos incarnate, it could come in one song. One word. Or no words at all. Through a dangerous silence. Tonight there were reasons for these songs three. She enjoyed the thrill. Of performance. Of making people sway Sweat. Scream. Submit. But more than that. The songs three each had different purpose. Through them she would make Chaos come with only a fraction of her own electric energy as spark. Whenever she could use the power of others as fuel. So it was always done. So it would be tonight.

Her many ways of Sight. Allowed her to watch her Delight with his puppet. Without her jungle gaze needing to watch. She saw. She heard. She was pleased. She pressed up to the microphone. Leaving it on its stand. Stroking her fingers down the metal and back up. While she crooned at the crowd. Hyped them up with promises. Every promise she would keep. What did she say? It was no matter. Not a single person would remember come the end of this night. Not even her Delight.

Then. A stamp of her foot. The music began. Each song she sang as written. Favored songs of the realm her Chaos usually blessed. With her twisted flair. In sound and word. There was Power between the syllables. The notes the band played enchanted. Her voice. As tempting as the Siren. And none here as smart as Odysseus who tied himself to the mast. With every warbled word. Her will sank deeper. With every warbled word. Their energy pulled into the air. And none the wiser. Besides her Delight.

This first song [ # ]. To warm them. To give them euphoria. To open them up. So the songs to come would control them without fail. One hand on the microphone. The other rocking the stand. In time to the undulations of her body. "Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play. Dear Prudence, greet the brand new da-a-a-ay. The sun is up, the sky is blue. It's beautiful and so are you. Dear Prudence won't you come out to play..." Each member of the crowd. They'd feel as if she'd just shared a private invitation with them. They'd feel as if she was singing this just for them. As if they were chosen. To play. And each was just that. They all were Prudence tonight. Blessed with the wild of her feline smile.

"Dear Prudence open up your eyes. Dear Prudence see the sunny ski-i-i-ies." As her voice rocked the notes up into the upper register she tossed her head back. The words, the music. Infectious. All the bodies in the room. Besides her Delight and his puppet. They started to rock. The rock started small. And as she sang on the movement traveled into every bit of their bodies. The Chaotic dance. They began to submit to it. Wild shouts, sways and singing along. "The wind is low the birds will sing. That you are part of everything. Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?"

These next words. How convenient they were. Sung straight to Alex. Her green thicket gaze fixed on him from the stage. She was lit up and glittering. A delicious treat. "Look around round. Look around round round. Look arou-ou-ound." What would her Delight see? By now the crowd had released themselves to a full out dance. Mouths open whether or not they were singing. Even if they didn't know the words those that sang were releasing sound. Arms over their heads. Fingers stretching to the heavens. And from those fingers. He'd see it. They were releasing energy. Each of them. The more they danced the more they released. The more they sang the more they were released. And he would know the path. To her. Willingly pouring themselves out to her. The sumptuous Wylie who was making good on all those promises that she'd spoken in the microphone.

This first song. Their joyful release. Only the beginning. "Dear Prudence let me see you smile. Dear Prudence like a little child. The clouds will be a daisy chain. So let me see you smile again. Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?" Oh the smiles. And also her own. A smile of wickedness. A smile of doors opening. A smile of the beginning. Did she dance? No. She took the microphone from its stand. Giving the stand a push to the ground. And she'd walk the stage. On its edge. To be closer to them. To drink in what they gave to her. The more they fed her. The more hers was a Siren's song. Her electrics buzzing stronger with every word.

"Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play. Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day. The sun is up, the sky is blue. It's beautiful and so are you. Dear Prudence won't you come out to pla-a-a-a-a-a-ay." The last word she extended. Held the note even after the band's instruments quieted. Held it even through the resulting cheers. The shouts of the ground. Just like her note the crowd continued their dance. Their cheer. Even though the music was done. This was just the first. The second was to come. And while she held that note it traveled down the scale. To the note she needed for the next song. Which the band now started to play.

[Kyle Sanderson]

Those eyes. They locked onto her. Watching her. Listening to her. The words she sang. The motions her body made. He was studying. Learning. Her words to his ears. His eyes locked in to her green eyes. Nod of head. He heard what she directed at him. His head, his eyes scanning the crowd. Seeing their energy. Watching their energy travel to her. He smirked, taking it in, learning about her.

Could she hear his thoughts directed at her. Of course she could. He observed. He watched. He looked to his puppet. Watching her interaction with the song. Smirk. Enjoying this lesson he was being taught.

"Show me my beautiful. Show me you chaos, Make these people, your puppets." All spoken within his mind, directed to Wylie. Telling her. Wanting to know all of what she could do. Attention back to his puppet, watching her. Watching the energy escape from his puppet. Listening to the song being sung. Eyes closing. His vision not from his own eyes now. Now seeing what the darkness was seeing, seeing through his puppet's mind. Seeing what his puppet seen.

His arm raised. His puppets arm raised. He moved to the side. His puppet moved to the side. He was in her head now. Watching through her eyes. Not only watching. Devouring. Devouring her mind as she stood there. As he watched Wylie, as he learned from her. Constant learning. Showing her as well. Showing her his ultimate gift. giving her his ultimate gift. He was distroying his puppet's mind as they stood there. As she sang. He devoured, taking from his puppet what was left of her mind. Feasting. His puppet, she was a shell now. She had given him her ultimate gift. She had given him every aspect of her mind.

He spoke, from his mind. To her mind before new song starting. "Beautiful...beautiful chaos" Three words, what he wanted to see. What he needed to see.

[Guest]

His reactions were important. What would be the good of this Delight. If he had a squeamish stomach. Or no enjoyment of Chaos such as this. Oh she could force him. As she had so many before. And would do to so many more to come. Mesmerize his mind until he craved it as she did. But the fact that she need not mesmerize him at all. That is what drew the shiver from her. He came perfect as he was. That is what made him true Delight. Oh the blessings and gifts that would come from her. To make him more powerful. To continue to craft her Delight. All in good time.

Her held note finally came to an end. Long after a human would have lost breath. The band played an intro. Giving her time to watch. Her Delight with his puppet. The manner of Will he put upon her. And what he did to her in the meantime. Into the microphone. Such a sound from her. A low moaned sound of longing. An unconventional start to this song. The sound for him. Though it buzzed on the ears of all. It was Alex only who would feel the sound press through his pores. Sizzling within him. A single word from her. To his mind. Yes.

Then, to sing [ # ]. This song was slower. Haunting. With the doors of each in the crowd open to her. Every sound would penetrate. Stroking across through their senses. As slick as a snake. Winding around their Will. With stealth like a spider. Sinking claws in. Her words euphoric poison. This was a moment none would forget. Each would feel like they were being pulled out of their very bodies. Into something higher. So it was. The song of a god.

Crooned by this Trickster Fatale. "Hello, Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home? Come on now, I hear you're feeling down. I can ease your pain. And get you on your feet again." Such persuasive words. So tranquilizingly intoned. All in the crowd pulled forward now. Their dance slowing. A sway of drones. All with half-hooded eyes. Drooping towards her for comfort. For care.

She leaned over the side of the stage. Reaching out her hand. But never truly touching theirs. Dangling it just above. Like bait. "Relax, I'll need some information first. Just the basic facts. Can you show me where it hurts?" Open, her song seemed to say. Open wide and confess. If she wanted she could open herself. To see what images they were projecting towards her. She couldn't read minds. But she could hear projected thoughts. As Alex knew. But right now. She remained closed. No need to learn more about them. There was a different purpose in mind.

Which these words planted perfectly. "There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying." It was amazing to watch. How some of them complied. The ones with the weakest wills. So literal. Their lips moving wordless, soundless. All were captured by the way. All where watching her. Hanging on her every word.

"When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again. I can't explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am." Her green thicket gaze watched them. Then it claimed Alex. Eyes to eyes. "I-i-i-i-i have become comfortably numb." A private smile. As her words danced in his ear. Tickled his mind. The feeling from earlier would wash over him again. In that deep private place. As her thoughts were his. Put her to her end. She wanted to see it. How he finished her. What state she would end in. Didn't necessarily mean death. But it could.

And now. To finish her capture. Take them into the deepest of hypnosis. Bewitched to submission. So that the Chaos of the final song would take seed and quickly grow. "O.K., Just a little pin prick. There'll be no more aaaaaaaah! But you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good. That'll keep you going through the show. Come on it's time to go." She was like the piper. Leading the mice down the lane. The trap hidden through her trilling testimonial. The story of the words becoming their story:

"There is no pain you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child. I caught a fleeting glimpse. Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown. The dream is gone. And I have become. Comfortably numb."

Oh the images. That danced in all their minds. Thinking of far off places. Floating on water. Or in air. Or sitting on a cloud. As they watched all their pains fly away. Unlike last time. She did not hold her final note. The band did not continue to play. Over this club. A hush fell. And this crowd of puppets. They were all still like statues. Look. Her will was his will. Do you like them? What they've become? Wylie's will made the silence hang. Breathing the only motion from each frozen disciple. Giving Alex a chance to take in the artwork. Of this Chaotic gallery.

Then. Suddenly. The band sprang to life. And the opening measures of the third song began. It was time.

[Kyle Sanderson]

So he listened. Listened intently as he continued to feast on what was left of her mind. Listening to the song that was being played. Eyes remained on her. Remained watching her every movement upon the stage. His feasting stopping. His body taking in what she said in that song, that feeling in that private place. His head tilting forward just a bit. Watching her still, his tongue coming out, running over his lips. Tasting her taste on his lips, sending her a message as well with that simple motion of his lips. That evil grin coming over his lips as well once his tongue traveled the path he put it on.

That action directed to her. It had many meanings to it. Meanings he would divulge into at a later time. But now he heard those words within his head. Words that caused a nod to come from him towards her. His dark eyes remaining on her. Making sure she would see what was about to unfold out on the floor. To see what she triggered with those words, she put into his head. But events that had been set in motion long before then. When he consumed his puppets darkness.

His puppet, her mind already almost gone. Almost completely consumed. It was time to finish his meal. It was time to put to an end everything that his puppet had ever known. Everything that she would ever know. Alex. He movements taking him behind his puppet. Yes she had a normal name just like everyone else. But that would soon be forgotten by her. And to him, she did have a name…Puppet. And now, he was behind her. His eyes, never once going to his puppet. They stayed on Wylie, watching her, taking her in

Behind her now. His hands rose. Coming to rest upon his puppets shoulders. Resting there. What in all reality was only a few seconds. To him, to Wylie, it was a lifetime what he did. What was left of his puppets darkness, was drawn out. What was drawn out, rising up in the air overtop the two of them. Fading behind his puppet now consumed by him once more. All of her darkness was gone,. All of it consumed. His head lowering now to his puppet’s ear now, a private voice, one that Wylie could hear as well.

“Nothing…”

One simple word spoken to her, spoken to his puppet, and Alex stepped away from her, his movements moving him to the side. Body turning to watch his puppet as she slowly moved to the wall to their left. Body hit that wall, she dropped down, legs and knees pulled up to her chest now. Movements slight, rocking slight. One word mumbled from her lips now. Voices.

“She is nothing now, a shell. Her life as she knows it. Finished. Her mind, mine.”

His puppet, she was completely destroyed now. She was nothing now. She belonged to the voices. Her life as she knew it, until the day she died. Nothing. His eyes, back on Wylie watching her. Having disregarded his puppet now. He focused on one thing now. Chaos.

[Guest]

The wicked way of her smile. When he licked his lips. On them he would feel it once more. Her electrics. As if her lips were there. On his. Instead of on the stage with the rest of her. So much to be done. All in good time.

As she watched him finish his puppet. Her body rocked in time to the opening measures. Of the song that would twist each mind here with Chaos. All prey save Wylie and her Delight. He was a gift. Surely given to her by the All. Surely a sign that her aims would soon be attained. With ones such as he at her side. Asgard would be hers before long. One day. Thor would be that girl. Rocking against the wall. Talking gibberish about Voices. She could almost taste it.

Soon. Now was not the time. Now was the time to plant the seed. With the final song [ # ]. All it would take was the first word. Yet each word thereafter would continue to grow the seed. Sprout and water it. So it would bloom in full by the end. "Jealousy my devil. Jealousy my hell. Jealousy insomnia. Jealousy sleep well."

Watch. A one-word command to the mind of her Delight. As if he needed such to give abidance. The gallery of puppets were as still as she'd left them. Still stupefied by the Power of the last song. But already. He would be able to see the changes. Suddenly all eyes went green. As if they were injected. So they were. All that energy they'd fed to her. She was now pushing back into them now. Poisoned with envy. Victims of the green-eyed monster now. The manner in which these puppets saw the world would never be the same.

In the instrumental break. She jumped off the stage. Leaving the microphone behind. There was no longer need for it. Her voice amplified. Thanks to the energy this crowd had fed her. Walking among the still gallery of puppets. "Innocence is heaven. Innocence is hell. Innocence in everyone. Innocence is dead." That word was the trigger. The statues sprang to life. In a community inhale. Suddenly they remembered they were alive. Their eyes all tainted. With suspicion. With distrust. With envy. With a desire to lash out. This club. Had turned into a lions' den. And this crowd hungered.

As she saw them regard each other. Faces twisting with jealousy. Her own features were painted anew. With a beguiling smile. Jungle gaze lit with triumph. She moved around them. Supple shapely body sashaying between with ease. Her path was clear. She moved to Alex. "Four and twenty white boys. Singing in the street. Getting high on most things. Wishing they were free."

The crowd continued to come to life. Their minds no longer on her song. Though each word fueled their growing fire. Targets were found. Accusations were shouted. Shoves occurred. Sounds of glass breaking. Tables overturned. Everyone in here pointing a finger at another. Everyone with some complaint. And yet Wylie was unconcerned. The words she sang. They were for Alex. Each sound that buzzed from her lips. Buzzed within him. "My angel, my devil. My hell, my heaven. My storm, my calm. My photograph, my palm." Her palm. By now he was within her reach. And her palm lay claim to him. Stroking flat down his chest. And lower.

Dance with me. The echo in his mind. As her lips continued to croon the smokey song. "Four and twenty black boys. Singing in the street. Getting high on most things. Wishing they were free." The crowd continued to grow more wild around them. Not a single one of the puppets realizing she or Alex where there. Wylie pressed herself up to her Delight. Hips shifting. Rocking against his. Her front. Then her back. In a smooth dance. While her warbling voice continued to claim this club. The band playing on as if possessed.

"I've been your preacher. I've been your boy. I've been your teacher. I've been your joy. I've been your drunk. I've been your home. I've been your rock," her hands reached for him. As her back pressed to his chest. Nails raking either side of his leg. As she sang these words they also claimed his mind. "You've been my stone." Images flashed in his head. Such images. Surely she planted them there. Things for the animal in him to think about. As she bumped and swayed.

"Four and twenty poor boys. Singing in the street. Getting high on most things. Wishing they were free." As she sang the last words. And the string of "ah"s that followed. The club was filled with all she'd wanted. Sweat. Screams. Submission. A room full of puppets of sound mind no longer. They received their new Truth. Learning who they really were. What they wanted. What they were capable of. Where they were weak. All of these lessons taught through their new eyes of envy. Chairs tossed in the air. Glasses flying. Punches thrown. Sound of tears. Sound of rage. Some simply sinking like his puppet and whimpering weakened. So many forms that jealousy could take. They all came to pass here within each man and woman.

And they. Wylie and Alex. Unscathed. The band playing on. Though she finished her song. Music wild. Dissonant. Rhythms unhinged. The beat of Chaos. It fueled her dance. Triumph fueled her dance. Her rock and roll next to him. Her smile like a glowing halo cracked in half. Do you like this new world, my Delight? Do you enjoy its dance?

[Kyle Sanderson]

Her delight. He stood out there, watching the chaos take place all around him. He watched it. He took it in. He ate it up. He consumed it. And it felt good. It tasted good. He wanted more. He needed more of this. All that chaos taking place around the two of them. It was a drug. A drug that he needed more and more of. Those eyes of his. Leaving the chaos all around them now. Looking to her there in front of him, dancing there with him. His head tilting to the side. His head watching her motions.

Sliding down the back of her body. His motions, mimicking her own. His dancing following suit. His touch all over her body, his touch sucking in her sensation. Drawing it to him. Down her body he moved. Up her body he moved. His hand up her sides, down her sides. Dancing in very close quarters with her.

Chaos breaking out now. Dancing stopped enjoying the chaos around him. Watching the fighting, the screaming, the fear. It was all intoxicating. He enjoyed it. He wanted more of it. Her words ringing through his head now. Eyes to her now. Eyes gave her the answer to her question. Voice soon followed.

“I like this new world, I can’t get enough of this new world. This chaos, this chaos is beautiful.”

Eyes remained upon her. Instinct said to consume. He consumed, not from the ones fighting, not from the ones screaming. He consumed from the ones in fear. The best kind of darkness. He wasn’t looking at them, he was just taking. That darkness called out to him. It called out to him. Stop. It stopped. He was full, the had consumed what he wanted from them.

“I enjoy it’s dance, the chaos you make. The chaos you create…it’s beautiful. Take my gift to you.”

Above them, that darkness he had taken, it wasn’t inside him. Above them, it was above them. It started lowering. Into himself, through his very flesh. Into her if she accepted his gift.

“Feel my darkness mixed with your chaos. Feel the beautiful combination of the two of them.”

His darkness, was her darkness if she accepted it. As she had allowed him, her chaos.

[Guest]

The Chaos was his for the drinking. For these puppets. Tangled in the web of envy. They knew not what they did. Every action releasing expounding precious energy. Their sweat and screams releasing it back into the air. Where it could be feasted upon by one such as Wylie. Or one such as her Delight. For her that meal was not the sweetest dessert. She was a creature of the biggest picture. Her thirst was for what would not be seen tonight. For the days to come. When these tainted mortals would go home. Go to work. Walk down streets. Eyes still green. Words biting. Actions bold. What Truth would they pull from the untainted when encounters were made? Therein was the true Bliss. For her.

For now the taste was triumph. That these puppets had taken so well to their poison. That her Delight embraced every sordid moment. That his hands danced on her as she danced. She turned, twisted, dipped and swayed. During their dance of close quarters. When he stopped to watch. She slipped behind him. Now he'd feel her hands. Sliding and stroking. As he had done with her. The electrics the most powerful he'd felt yet. Because they'd fed her here. These puppet dears. Given her so much of their energy to drink. Filled with it her body hummed with craving.

Did she sense it? That he was filled as much as she? That he had taken those in fear? A pressing slide against him. As she came back to the front. Her eyes a portrait of who she truly was. One as him could almost see it. The god within. The malevolent smile of victory. The vixen's croon up to him. As hands claimed either side of his neck. "I accept." His gift. She would drink of his darkness. As he drank of her Chaos. Such an exchange. Tangling she with he, and he with she. This the second time. Body pressed to him. Head tilted back. Lips slightly parted. As she felt his darkness slip within. Yes. A gift from the All Power to her.

He must be.

The mingling of the energies. The darkness with her Chaos. Stirred dormant wants within her. Rose her thirst to a higher level. Reminders of the biggest of her Plans. What she hungered for above all. A realization of what she had now that she hadn't before. All the other times that she had attempted to seize Asgard. Him. She hadn't him. Access to a darkness as palpable as his. If he could do such tricks. After drinking enough of him. In time so could she. And together? The music they'd make. Far greater music than what happened here tonight.

Time to leave this place. Her will his will. Sounding with a clear voice in his mind. Her nails dragging hard down each side of his neck. Leaving red marks in its wake. Her smile still wild. She took steps back. Towards the door. And wherever she stepped the puppets made way for her without even realizing. Without pausing in their deeds. Deliberately she walked back. Her tangled green gaze on only Him. Now she made reply to an action he'd done earlier. Just as she reached the door. He's see her coy tongue trace a smooth line across her bottom lip. Time to go.

The door was opened. Through it she stepped. Surely her delight would follow?

[Kyle Sanderson]

Her action. That one single action. The same one he did to her. Her tongue running over her bottom lip. His signal. Yes it was time to leave this place. Movements took him closer to her. Those people, moving from his way. Leaving his path to her clear. Movements taking him to her. Reaching her inside that doorway. Action returned. His tongue, ran in that same slow motion over her bottom lip. One edge to the other. Tasting her.

Movement ended. And he stood in front of her. That evil smirk having returned to his face. Those dead eyes were gone for her. Still replaced by the darkest of dark eyes. But eyes that allowed only her inside. Through that doorway he went. Out into the darkness of that night he went with her. Leaving the chaos from the club behind. Movements turning him, facing her once again.

“Your chaos is intoxicating. It’s like a drug. The perfect drug.”

Simple words, all that needed to be said. Everything she had showed him in that club. She knew the answer. She was intoxicating to him. He couldn’t get enough of her. And now he was out in that darkness of the outside word. He wasn’t consuming it out there. No his eyes they had closed. He was just basking in that darkness outside as he waited for her. She would see him, at peace out there. Then he sensed her out with him.

“Shall we take our leave and make wherever we shall go, our own personal playground.”

Dark eyes to her once again, as he scanned her from head to toe, he scanned her. Once more taking her in.

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