Winsome Blue/Taking care of things

From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

5/17/07 8:53am

Blue slipped on the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was fastened up by a silver and blue hair clip and hung down to brush against her bare back. The blue material was dark and reflected her eyes. As did the simple pair of sandals she wore. There was cleavage and a side slit up the skirt but overall the dress was flattering, simple and provocative, which is exactly what she was going for.

A little lipstick and eye shadow and she took to the air, flying high through the Pub so as to avoid talking to anyone. She didn't want to have to answer any questions as to what she was doing or where she was headed all dressed up. Luckily she ran into no one.

It took only a few minutes to arrive at the motel. Kyle had called with the address and the room numbers of the four she'd come to see, the four men she'd lured here to protect Bebe Kidde. This had been scheduled quickly and, though it was supposed to have happened tonight, she was glad to get it over with this morning.

Taking a deep breath she knocked on the first door.

Blue didn't have to wait long. Immediately the door was opened by a sleazy man in his early forties. Dressed in just his boxers he grabbed Blue's arm and pulled her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

“Alright... you look good.. now get that dress off. I haven't got a lot of time here.” His eyes ravaged her, sending cold chills running through her body. Had she really done this before? Though her clientèle in the past had been more upper class and prominent individuals, which this man surely was not, his behavior was just the same as many of them. Not the time.... she brought herself to the present and with a fake smile plastered to her face she pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts to him.

His hands went out immediately, like a child going after candy and it was then... as he was totally lost in his desire.. that she struck. With one wave of her hand he went flying up, his body slamming into the ceiling before landing hard on the ground. Walking towards him the fake smile left her face and was replaced by one of determination.

“I know what you did to that little girl and I can promise you that you'll never do it again.” Her voice was quiet and harsh, yet full of emotion.

In one swift motion she rose into the air, closing her eyes for a moment only to have them open again.. her eyes going solid blue while all around her, the mental energy swirled. This would take extra energy, extra control. Precision.

She didn't see the look in the man's eyes just before her mental blast went tearing through his mind. Blue reached in and ripped through his thoughts, his memories and like a blender she scrambled them. His worst fears were pulled to the front and his joys were caged.

A scream tried to leave his throat but she wove a temporary net, slowing his brain processes and rendering him unconscious.

Landing, she closed her eyes and opened them again. Her eyes were once again back to normal. She took a moment to pull her top back up to cover herself. Then with a nod she turned and walked out of the room, leaving the first victim's body lying on the motel floor. She didn't look back, only shut the door behind her.

The next door led to the same thing... and then the next and finally the next. All of them were given a peek to distract them and then had their minds invaded by the mentalist. When she walked through the last door she took to flight, flying as high as she could. Her body trembled. She could feel the thoughts she'd torn through.. could see the memories of all four men. It was horrible, frightening and so very wrong for people to be as those men were. How fitting they were judged by one who only weeks before might have been the one giving them the experience of a lifetime, by one who until a week ago was still involved in the life that caters to sexual hungers.

Blue dove, flying straight down at the water. She pulled up at the last minute yet continued moving, her body parallel to the water and making small ripples and waves. The water felt cool and refreshing but inside her she was still sorting things out.

Those men would wake up soon and when they did, the screams they would let out would curdle the blood in the veins of all who heard it. Overwhelmed by the stripping of order in their mind, of the removal of their barriers that protect sanity.. they would no longer be able to function outside of commitment.

Taking a deep breath, Blue altered course and headed for the Pub. She needed to change her clothes. The woman the outfit.. the look.. represented no longer existed and she couldn't wait for the game of pretend to stop.

So she flew high, avoiding all the other members. Luckily the pub was empty, it being early morning. Once in her room she stripped down, threw on a robe, grabbed a towel and proceeded to take a shower. Though the feeling of being unclean wasn't gone.. it was lessened. She could avoid dealing with them for now. With a smile on her face she got dressed.

Lounging would be good for awhile.