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Log: Ongoing

When; Thursday night, during the crossover to Power Switch Day
Rating; R+? for extreme violence/gore and other possible wrongs
Characters;

alessalearnt and

wisdom_rcvr
Summary; Henry goes to the cathedral to console Alessa about her fight with Walter. After the curse day gives him new powers and a new outlook, he and Alessa go out to 'enjoy' themselves.
Log;

There's something in his head that told him this is a bad- no, a horrible- idea, to keep going over to see Alessa. He should be trying to get away from these elements, not run towards them. Down this path lies only death and pain. But that small part in his brain didn't have much of a say in the grand scheme of things, honestly. The rest of him felt terrible for Alessa and what she'd been through. She wasn't evil, she was confused and sad. And above everything else, she was lonely, and Henry understood that better than anyone. She deserved to have people be nice to her, finally.

Plus, she let him rest. When he was near her, all the voices and noises in his head calmed to listen to her. She helped to organize his mind, to make him more comfortable. She already showed that she cared about him when she eased his suffering. She may look like a child most of the time, but she was nothing near it. Much more like the mother figure he got her confused with on a rather frequent basis now.

They were both leaning against the walls of the confessional booth- he hadn't tried to pry her out of it yet. It was small and probably more comfortable than the rest of the echoing church. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her the best hug he knew how to. "It'll be okay, Mom...he doesn't listen, but we can still find a way." He tried not to think of Scarab. He tried to pass judgement on her the same way the others did. But knowing what she did, and knowing what he saw outside the cathedral the other day...it was difficult for him to reconcile the two. And when he thought of that scene, it almost always reminded him of Eileen. She would've wanted this, right? Would've wanted him to try and be kind to these people, the ones who were never given a chance.

But it was so hard to help Walter when all he wants to do is kill him. It would be even worse when that sentiment was returned. And Henry knew that day is coming. He hugged Alessa a little tighter. "He's stubborn, but he'll see eventually. We have to get him away from the city's influence...it'll be all right." He continued murmuring as many comforting things as he could. But he still wasn't used to talking to people, so they all came out awkward and stilted, even though they were genuine. He hated that.

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Alessa's brows shot up in admiration at his handiwork. 'Nicely done,' she told him, smiling. She certainly was pleased. He moved with grace and speed, and as the crowd dispersed, screaming and running, she laughed. There were about twenty foolish souls who had taken out guns and assorted weapons who stood bravely several feet away from the pair. Obviously, they weren't going down without a fight, with only one outcome: death.

'So, you are stubborn souls, aren't you?' Alessa crooned to them. A twisted smile on her face, she fell to her knees and placed her hands on the concrete ground, willing her power to spread. Darkened rust spread from her hands, crawling towards the group of men and women. The victims backed away in alarm, but one woman was not quick enough. The rust found her boot and snaked up her leg, crawling up to her face, down her arms. Her eyes glazed over and the pupils grew smaller until her eyes were white, emotionless. Rust spilled out of her tear-ducts, and Alessa wiped her mind of everything. The rust turned into crude tissue and wrapped around her face, turning her into a crude bubble-head nurse.

Welcome to the darkness, daughter, she thought to the zombie, who lumbered towards the others, her pistol held in front of her.

Back in the cathedral, Alessa could feel one of her real hands twitch. She was itching to use her barbed wire. It had been ages since she had ripped people to peices. Not yet, she told herself. Wait. It will be the grand finale.

Henry had to pause to watch this transformation. He had to see this woman turn into what she really was. It was so beautiful. A few people had the good sense to shoot at them while they weren't moving; he merely used the vectors to shield them again. The people weren't of any danger.

He wished he brought his camera. He would've liked to capture this moment. And just as soon as it had started, it was over. That meant Henry was moving again. He used one vector to carry himself to a group that thought they were out of range. These folks had assault rifles, and those rifles were sliced in two along with the rest of them. He uses the third vector to shield his back and the fourth to pull limbs off the remaining group. Within five seconds, what used to be four well built and heavily-armed people was a mass of blood and gore. Then he was back at Alessa's side, sending vectors out to start attacking the closest people. He had to run towards them to reach, and (a little surprisingly to Henry) they started backing up.

There were only about ten left then, and three were trying to figure out what to do about the nurse. Funny how the numbers dwindled when they realize judgement was at hand. No escaping consequences here. Henry grinned.

Now. The doors from the cathedral burst open as barbed wire flew from the stone church, racing across the City's streets, dodging the innocent, until they came to a sudden halt behind Alessa, poised and deadly, waiting for her word. She rose to her feet, and turned to her companion.

'Let's finish them off, shall we?' she asked, grinning maliciously. Alessa stretched her arm out towards three men who were loading rifles. The zombie began to fire the three uncertain ones with deadly accuracy. One fell, her head a bloody mess of bone and brain. The other was seized by the zombie, who began to tear her throat open with her hands. The woman screamed in horror and pain. 'STOP!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? GET OFF OF ME!!!'

Her screams diminished into incomprehensive gurgles as blood poured from her throat. The zombie rubbed her blood-drenched hands all over her face, twitching in pleasure. She rounded on the remaining woman, who keeled over and threw up, backing away shakily, her face pale.

Let my new pet have fun with her, she thought, directing the barbed wire towards some of the men with loaded rifles. They cut through the air with sharp grating sounds, and Alessa laughed with delight as they sliced through her victims with ease, their screams a symphony to her ears. This is beautiful...beautiful, beautiful judgement! And a beautiful one to share this triumph with me! she thought in exultation.

He watched the barbed wire with pleased amazement. It was something that made sense, so much sense- but he hadn't been expecting it. The barbed wire didn't reach for the woman on the ground, however. That one was his.

He walked slowly towards her, since she didn't seem to have full command of her legs anymore. And maybe there was another reason. He stopped entirely a few feet away from her, and she was just...staring at him. She wasn't trying to shoot him or hurt him- nothing. She was only staring.

He didn't move, either. It was like something was broken. After a few seconds of trying to find out what it was, he turns wide-eyed to Alessa. "What did she do?" he asked, sounding far too timid. "What-?" His own voice makes him angry at himself. Of course she's done something awful, look at the guilt in her eyes. Of course she has, how could he even question it? She needed to be destroyed. She needed to die.

Three vectors reached her at once, grabbing a limb and tugging. She didn't scream or cry, just stared at him with a confused and somewhat angry expression. Cold sweat dripped from her chin as he picked her up in the air. He studied her face closely, wanting to remember every second of this. She'd been denying her guilt all this time.

The sweat dissappeared into the sheets of blood that poured from her body as the vectors ripped her apart. Three separate, jagged pieces were flung up and down the street. Her right arm slapped lazily against one of the men currently getting disembowled by several cords of wire.

Some of the men were still screaming. Some very small thing inside Henry wished he could do the same.

He grinned wide, turning his bloodstained face towards Alessa. Once the last of the noises died away, he said quietly, "That was wonderful."

She was concentrating on the barbed wire, but managed to do a quick sweep of the woman's mind. Images of the woman sobbing, taking pills and slicing her wrists and arms flood her mind. 'She does not value the life given to her. She tries to kill herself,' she told him. Alessa watched Henry kill the woman out of the corner of her eye and smiled. This wasn't a curse, it was a blessing.

The barbed wire withdrew, making its way back to the Cathedral. She turned to Henry, and stared at his bloodstained clothes and hands, a spatter on his face here and there. She probably looked the same, but she was pleased. He was triumphant, a creature of darkness, so beautiful...

Her heart was beating too fast. It echoed in her ears and a peculiar surge of what felt like fire seemed to wash over her. This fire wasn't painful, though. It was good, she liked it. It made her feel...she didn't know what, but she liked it. She approached him, and before she knew what she was doing, before she could stop herself, she reached up and took the collar of his white shirt in her hands, the blood stains warm and fresh. She pulled him down just enough so they could look at eachother.

She couldn't talk; there was a lump in her throat. She had lost control of her actions, it was all instinct...it was the blood, the death, the vengeance. She was high on a cloud of euphoria from the blood spilt. It was making her feel alive.

She hesitated for only a fraction of a second. Alessa leant forward and pressed her lips to Henry's in a fierce kiss, the taste of blood mingling. It was her first kiss, ever. Never had she felt like this. She knew she would regret it in the morning, but at the moment, she couldn't give a damn.

He felt the pulse as well, his heart beating in time with the rhythm he had set during the attack. It was more movement than he'd been capable of in years. And along with Mother Alessa, they had filled this street with not only judgement, but grace. He obligingly moved down when she pulled on his collar, staring at the emotions surging through her eyes.

The kiss caught him entirely off-guard. Eyes that had been happily glazed-over popped open in surprise. But the blood tasted sweet and it had been so long since he kissed anyone, much less someone so beautiful in her rage.

There were rampant emotions filling the air after this massacre- he let them take him over. He returned the kiss just as violently, and perhaps even more so. They hungered for the same thing. They had found it together- not even in solitude, as he had expected. That was a thing to be celebrated, wasn't it?

He let the kiss last for as long as she wanted. He really wanted to make her happy, ever since she had cared for him and shown him the truth and eased his pain. Maybe he could do that for her today.

Alessa's eyes flew open as she found that he was kissing back! Never, in all of her years of existence had she tasted something this good. She wanted it to last forever. His intensity startled her, but at the same time, an instinct carefully tucked away in hiding responded to it, and grew to come close to matching his own. They were drunk on blood and power and death, and it was so sweet!

She pulled away, her grip on his collar loosening, her breaths coming out ragged. She swallowed, trying to find words. I kissed him, I kissed Henry, and he kissed me back, and and... her thoughts were a jumbled mess. She looked up at him, and could feel a faint flush rising in her cheeks, and something akin to shyness. 'I... I don't know what came over me,' she said weakly, slowly rubbing the blood stains on his collar idly.

Where do we go from here? she wondered, then stopped herself. Seize the moment. Tomorrow, you will answer that question. For now...embrace the hunger.

...But I'm afraid, she thought. Alessa reached out and lightly stroked some brown bangs out of his eyes. 'Henry...' She began, then stopped. She had no idea what to say.

He leaned into her hand again, happy to take comfort from her once again. But she seemed troubled...he searched her eyes. "Don't be afraid," he said, that faint smile back in place. He felt so certain. "I've only got one day like this, but some things can't be undone."

As he talked, he shifted some blood-matted sections of her hair away from her face. It was almost an imitation of what she had just done for him. "We should take advantage of the time we have. Then, even if I'm different tomorrow, even if I'm blind again...I'll see eventually. I'll do what I can to make sure of that."

He leaned forward and kissed her again; this one was a quiet and calm one, meant for comfort. He was confused now- he wasn't sure what to even call her anymore. But answers would come in time, and if he only prepared enough, he could make sure it lasted. He could make sure She stayed happy.

She sighed, relishing in him. She felt...happy. He had shown her the most kindness these past few days than she had recieved in years. 'Thank you,' she whispered as they drew apart. 'Raphael is healing me, and soon...I'll be able to truly return the sentiment.' She smiled at him. She would be beautiful for Henry, she would be a woman, and discard this shell of a child she had kept for so long.

'Let us continue on our walk, shall we? The night is young.' She reached down and took his hand in hers, a genuine smile on her face. Nothing could bring her down now that she was so high. Nothing.

Thank you, Henry. Thank you for making me happy, she thought. He would regret everything, just as he said. But she would remind him everyday. Even if she couldn't have his kisses or have him beside her to punish the guilty, she would remain by his side, hoping and waiting.

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