Mr. White

Smoke rose from the man's lips as he stared out his window. Still dressed only in black boxers, the man was enjoying the view of his domain. A massive city was laid out before him with towering buildings, large bridges, and an endless ocean. It stretched out to smaller islands that were rich with greenery and hills. He had the perfect view from the cliff his mansion sat on. It was meant to be the governing office, however after he had taken it over he now ruled behind the scenes. It was the perfect place to perch while he watched the cockroaches crawl... unaware of the foot they were under. Just as they were unaware of the predators that were hiding ready to snatch up whoever he decided to use or dispose of. The Kingdom of Flame, after all, was known for its beauty and finer things. Gold, diamonds, jewels, precious stones, creatures, and the large surface made for an excellent combination for trade. Nickalos, however, had monopolized it and ruled it with an iron fist. No Kingdom got any of it without his say so. That and his little tool, Deirdre.

Smirking slowly, the male pulled the large cig from his lips and patted the butt of it in an ash tray. The ash falling to cause a small cloud before clearing again. He sat up slightly and combed his untamed hair back as he stretched out in the large sofa chair. The feel of loosening muscles put him in a good mood... the news of the shooting put him in an even better mood. Perhaps, his little tool had gotten the point. He was a machine... a thing to be used and thrown away. He had no business straying to having... things of his own. He only allowed for that sorry excuse for a club because it provided enough entertainment to keep his product out of trouble. He had given him to much freedom. It was time to tighten the leash... to remind him who belonged to who.

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"Who is White?" Aidan's voice chilled Deirdre to the bone. His once calm body tensed at the name. The name that brought back the memory of a cracking whip... the memory of crimson and years of abuse. The memory of smoke, liquor, and the darkness that always seemed to come slithering back. A once calm man was now tense. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, and the usual cold eyes were blank. The blue, beautiful and vivid was now dull... lifeless. Within seconds, the man had completely changed into something that did not even seem alive. The warmth of the room was sucked away to leave Aidan shivering and wrapping her arms around her body. Goosebumps started up her arms as she pulled off of the desk. For a second, she watched Deirdre in shock as he reached over to snatch the phone away. His movement was jerky... unnatural, and yet dangerous. There was a crackling hint of anger and violence behind his movement. Even under the cold, she could sense the murderous intent. It had her glancing around the room as if she could feel a devil drooling for her soul... begging her to move so it could hunt her down and rip her to shreds.

"Leave the room." The voice broke the unsettling silence, but it did not sound like Deirdre. For a moment, Aidan had looked to the door in belief someone had entered, however to her surprise it was just them. It was only then she realized who it was. That emotionless... flat tone was no other than the man before her. It did not sound human as if a machine sat before her with no thoughts, cares, or emotions of his own. Aidan was afraid to speak. She could not predict him in that moment, and the way he watched her from the corner of his eye remained her of a beast... a hungry beast ready to torture her before it decided to rip out her windpipe.

Swallowing thickly, she nodded and begun to back up. Her instincts told her to not turn her back to him, which seemed wise considering those dead blue eyes watched her... unblinking and unbreakable. It was only when she was at the door did he finally look away. Deirdre's attention fell to the phone in his hand that had gone silent. Hearing the door close, the male growled low in his throat as his hand ripped against his chest. His nails tore at the horrible inch there... where the scars now burned and irritated him. He felt as if his skin was crawling. He dug his nails in... again and again. He tore at his shirt until he felt the warmth of the blood and the pain from the movement. The irritation of it drove him mad. He needed to call Mr. White back. His throat clenched at the thought, however he forced himself to dial the number.

Putting his ear piece in, he yanked up his shirt and threw it to the ground. Deirdre yanked open the drawer without even noting his chest. He knew he had torn the skin open. "White."

The clipped answer came to no surprise to the lion as he picked up the cotton ball from the first aid kit. He always kept one in there in case of his episodes. Hearing his voice though, Deirdre debated just throwing the kit across the room. "McGunner." He greeted while clearing the wound he made. The skin was red and ugly around it, but he hardly noticed it. Once the urge was gone, so was the pain. He had long lost the ability to feel any pain in the area itself.

"Ah, so you finally answered." Nickalos smirked at that. Deirdre could hear it in his voice. "Did you like the little gift?"

Deirdre rolled his tongue against his dry lips. He leaned his body back slightly and folded his legs over each other. Blue eyes turned themselves away to look over at the wall. He attempted to focus his sights there in hopes to not lose himself. He clung on to what he had, yet even to him he could hear the death in his voice... the voice that did not seem to belong to him. "What can I do for you, Mr. White?"

Deirdre grabbed a bandage and pulled it open almost roboticly. His hands jerky as if forcing them to move. The sound of breathing was enough to remain him of the man... of the time he spent cowering, curling in a corner, and trembling in hopes it was all a bad dream. It was a nightmare he never woke up from... a nightmare he entered all those years ago. Yet, he could never remember why. His memory blurred each time he tried to think on it.

"No hello? No, thank you?" Nickalos chuckled. Nickalos looked out his window as he leaned back against the sofa he was sitting in. His golden eyes glared out to look along the city that he had come to rule... the Kingdom of Flames that now sits under his thumb. Playing with the cig in his hand, he watched as a women stepped into the room. She had brought in a cart of food for him and was working on placing the food on display. The small table in his sitting area provided the perfect space for a private meal, although her eyes kept flickering to the sight of the large black feline that slept on the ground. A black jaguar only glanced up whenever the women moved, but Nickalos said nothing to it as his foot rubbed along the large cat.

Waiting for Deirdre to respond, he listened to the breathing on the other end. It would seem his little pet was attempting to choose his words carefully. He knew well to not challenge him. "Why did you threaten her, Nickalos?"

Ah, that was a new one. He only ever used his name when he wanted to demand an answer. It was a rare occurrence, and because of that he knew he hit a nerve... a nerve that he intended to push further. Deirdre knew he could not afford to have distractions or a weakness. Get rid of her or I will." Nickalos did not even wait for a response. He snapped the phone shut before throwing it onto the desk. Standing up, he shoved himself around and turned in the direction of the table. Seeing the food there, he smirked and begun his way over. He reached down to pick up the strawberry there to place it against his lips. Glancing in the direction of the maid, he nodded to dismiss her. She seemed to get the hint. She bowed to him to excuse herself, before backing out of the room. Nickalos threw himself down and begun to eat while he looked out his window again. It would seem his dog was enjoying his loose leash, however it was time to tighten it again. He had forgotten who his master was.

Deirdre ripped the ear piece from his ear and threw it onto the desk. Cursing himself, slammed the first aid kit close to then toss it into the drawer. Within seconds, he had yanked his shirt back on... feeling... to exposed and naked. His body, still stiff, was aching. His hands trembled while he felt himself burning up in flames. The male threw himself onto his feet as his eyes snapped around. Their was blood lust in his eyes. He wanted to kill, something... anything, but there was nothing their to quench his need for anger. There was nothing to calm him. Snarling loud in his voice, he kicked to send the office chair over before breathing in deeply. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and forcing his hands to unclench. He needed to remain calm... this is what Nickalos wanted from him. He wanted Deirdre to lose it, however the sound of the door opening had him whipping around with a snarl. "Get the fuck out!"

Deirdre roared to find Aidan standing there. His eyes burned with hatred making Aidan flinch away in surprise. She stepped back behind the door as she looked at the man there... burning and snarling almost like a wild animal. She had never seen him so feral, and for a moment she was afraid. "Deirdre." She whispered softly.

The male parted his jaws as if to snarl at her, yet a simple hiss left his throat instead. He stepped back. "Get out, now." A warning left his lips before slowly a smirk formed on his lips. His eyes, usually cold and calm were no sinister. They left Aidan unsure of herself, but something told her that he would not hurt her.

"Deirdre." Aidan said again, however as she walked forward he backed up when she did.

"Don't Aidan. You are to leave, now." He commanded. She was unsure what made her more nervous. The fact he did not raise his voice, or the fact he half twisted himself as if ready to defend himself.

Approaching himself slowly, his back came to the wall where he tensed again. She did not understand where his fear came from, or why he refused her approach. Yet, for a second all she saw was a terrified boy... afraid of what he would do. Brave in her actions, she came in front of him as he glared down at the moment. She stood there looking up at him, but he did not move. He stood there panting and stiff as a board. His whole body ready to fight... or bolt. She could tell he was unsure of which one, but slowly she forced herself up. Her hand moved into his hair as she tugged.

"It's okay." She whispered. She wanted to comfort him... calm him, but unsure how she instead guided his lips to hers. Kissing him softly, she looked into his eyes... those eyes... a breath taking blue were melting into scorching lust. His calm was returning and without warning he yanked her up. Aidan wrapped her legs around his waist before he turned to slam her against the wall. She yelped in surprise as he devoured her in his kiss.