(Cas&Chuck)There'sBloodOnMyHandsLikeTheBloodInYou

[Casidy Shane]

The walls of the caste were sufficating, closing in around Casidy. She didn't know why everything had to be so complicated in death. It wasn't like this in life. She was always in control. Well, she was since she got rid of Chuck. She despised that bastard and everything he represented, but he taught her so much. It was because of him that she gained the knowledge to rule her gang. It was because of him that she learned to live on the streets without being a hooker, even though she was basically his whore. Casidy would never think about what happened again.
Although, she felt content in the last moments of their union. He had been laying on the ground, screaming from the pain. as she smiled down at him he asked why she did that, and asked if she had loved him. She knew now that it was because he was trying to get her to stop before she finished the act, but either way she was happy about her answer. "How could I have ever loved you? I'm not into bestiality." She said, comparing him to the animal he was.
But Casidy couldn't help being attracted to the power that he always seemed to wield. Even though she craved power for herself, she could never stand wimpy boys who would do anything for her. There was no fun in that. It was that that she always admired about Chuck. Casidy knew that he liked to be called Fang, but she always refused.
Casidy explored the Castle, ending up in a tower. It was the tallest place in the castle. The room was all open, but seemingly completely private. She had tried to look up to the tower before, but could never figure out what was up there, but now she knew. The pillars were white stone. There was no furniture but it seemed very nice. Taking a deep breath, she looked around into the night air.

[Chuck Harrison]

Put me in your mouth and make me feel good

The night was cold like that of the death. It was cold like that night where he suffered a fate in which his rival man stood above him shanking him in the belly with a rusted pocket knife. Chuck was told not to be there on that night, but he didn't listen, he didn’t want to believe that he the leader of his old gang could be killed off by his rival. This ultimately leading to his death. The moment after cursing the woman's name who stole everything from him, he was brought her. Casidy was her name, the woman who he let into the gang and ate it inside out. He should have stuck to his pride and never allowed a woman to join, he should have killed and raped he like the other ones. But there was something about this woman that Chuck liked. Maybe it was he red hair, the fact that she would do anything for him, or that she reminded him of his mother. That slut. Anyways... after castrating him, and leaving him allowed with no one but the kid Chuck promised himself that he would make her scream.

After Chuck’s death he was brought to this miserable place this place by a sad excuse for an angel. In his opinion he liked the angel back home that he had tied to the bed post for his enjoyment every night. For a long time Chuck hated life. The only happiness he felt was when he was ramming a sharp blade-like weapon into a woman’s nether areas. The food had no taste, the warmth still froze his bones, and the boy who hated everything had again lost everything.

Chuck walked, walked around the island not believing he was dead. The boy died years ago, and he had been living in hell for the longest time, and this place would be no different. He arrived to the castle, it was brilliant. Towers stretching into the sky, and the circumference massive. For the first time in his life -or after life- that Chuck had witnessed beauty and didn't want to hurt it, destroy it. He continued to walk, finding his way to the tower, it was a long walk, and it hurt. Especially in that special place where he no longer was a man. He hated that woman, he really hated her.

Muse: High School Fantasys
Music: None
Notes: Casidy
Word Count: 416[/size]

[Casidy Shane]

((Umm.. interesting))

Leaning on the wall, Casidy tried to think of what it was like here before things started to change. She had been here for 3 boring months, with nothing to do and no one to talk to. There were other people here, yes, but none that were worth her time. There was a boy, who she strongly suspected was gay. He was feminine and there was no point in talking to him. He didn't do anything interesting and reminded her of Kid, the boy who had left the gang with Chuck.
There was a girl who liked to think that she was powerful, but Casidy had a feeling that she was just trying to hide her insecurities. The girl tried to be tough, calling Casidy out on her lies, but the truth was that Cas wasn't trying too hard. She didn't care what people thought about her here. There was no gang, or people trying to kill her. There was nothing that was considered illegal, so there was nothing to do or get arrested for. There was nothing at all to do.
Casidy had started to try to find a way off this island, so that there would be something to occupy her time. Then she met that annoying poet. He constantly talked, saying she was beautiful. She had heard that before, and would not let someone else get the better of her. She was going to fight him tooth and nail. She had left him, only to have him sneak into her room another way. She didn't know how he did it, but she strongly suspected that the Angel of Death helped, just so that he, too, had something interesting to do. Casidy didn't know what other surprises he would dish out, but she was ready for them.
Or so Casidy thought. She turned in the big room, leaning into the stone behind her so that she could look out the opposite direction. She thought that the scenery was nice, but would never admit that out loud. That was something that Kid would say and she thought he was weak and wimpy. She would be none of those things. She couldn't afford it. But soon it would seem that the past would catch up to her, in the form of the last person she thought that she would see in this place. Chuck. Well at least it was about to get interesting.

The first thing that Casidy noticed about him was that his hair grew a little. It looked good on him, didn't make him took too feminine. He still was attractive, in both his looks and the way he carried himself. He looked important, confident. She always liked that about him. He was the perfect leader for a gang, but she couldn't have let him control her for long. She couldn't have stayed as his play thing. He had been the only person she was intimate with and she refused to let it continue. It wasn't that she wanted to do other people, she didn't really think about sex too much. She just wanted to be out of his reach.
But apparently he continued to reach, into the afterlife. She didn't know what he wanted, but she was sure that she would find out. He had walked into this room with her and now she was stuck, with him between her and the only exit. She breifly considered jumping out one of the openings, not knowing if she would actually die again, but it would show that she was afraid of him. And she wasn't. She learned how to get weapons in this place and that was probably something that she could use against him. He wouldn't have figured that out yet, she hoped.
"Chuck..." Casidy acknowledged, a smirk on her lips, and anger in her eyes. Both to cover the fear that she felt. She knew that she took his power away before, but now there was nothing to stop him from seriously hurting her. He was stronger than her, taller than her and would probably be more ruthless. "So, " she said conversationally, "How did you die?"

[Chuck Harrison]

Put me in your mouth and make me feel good

He walked into the other room, his head down. There was nothing to do here, and he wished that the demons would have taken him to hell and not to this miserable place. Keeping his head down a voice caught him off guard; he had seen many “dead” spirits wandering the grounds upon his arrival but no one spoke to him. For a while Chuck thought he might have become deaf. Her voice was sweet like honey but ripped through his being like a chainsaw. It was Casidy. Slowly wishing it was a dream the brunette lifted his head to see his old fling standing there. He forgot why he let her into the gang, eye candy, a distraction, and for sex. It was the only thing women were good for. He looked her up and down trying to think or a way he could make her pay for what she had done to him and not kill her – or kill the afterlife version of her if that was possible. It would be slow, never dying and feeling all that pain, the thought made Chuck almost giggle. But that would be unprofessional. Chuck wore the suit he had been wearing on the day he was killed. It was expensive or so the sorry lout claimed but you could never tell with what the man wore. Man, that sounds better, he no longer was a boy, he was almost thirty, addicted to beating women, and had died, there was no more boy left.

Chuck answered her with a name, “Tony Vergillia” Tony was the man who killed him, he was the gang leader of forth and second avenue, and the two hated each other. Casidy knew that gang so he didn’t go into why Tony killed him, she would ultimately understand. He still plotted against her, putting all his energy into prying into her soul and looking around, it was really too bad that her soul was black and obscure. Letting time pass Chuck then asked her the same question. Murder: poison, stabbing, gunshot wound? those were the only ways that she would allow herself to go. She was no pussy and wouldn’t kill herself to get out of a jam; it had to be a murder. Chuck weighed the answer in his mind and then finally when he couldn’t think anymore he leaned onto the stone wall and continued to look at her. The doorway was open now; she could go if she wanted to. He was still a little shocked that he got to see his little whore in this place anyways.

When they met she was just a girl, a bad girl none the less. She stole, did things bad just because they were bad, and pretty much liked making trouble. That’s why Chuck liked her; she was that girl that didn’t hide her true agenda. And unlike the other women in his life she had that certain quality that aided the gang in more ways than one. He never loved her, never ever, but she was young and he like that, preying on young girls and giving them everything only to take it away in the end was Chuck’s forte. However Casidy didn’t let him take everything away and now as he looked at her waiting for her reply, he realised how similar they really were.

Muse: patrick has the H1N1 viruse
Tags: Casidy
Comments: Sorry it's sloppy
Word Count: 559

[Casidy Shane]

The supernatural wind whipped through the towers open space, just as it terrorized people on the ground. Whistling, it stroked the stone pillars, and danced through Casidy's loose red hair. she had cut it shorter than it had been when she knew Chuck. she decided that it would be best not to have long hair. It could get caught on things, people could grab it to use against its owner and it drew too much unwanted attention. This way, it could be disguised. The wind caught in Cas's open, gray, loose boy's sweatshirt. It attempted to cut into her black shirt and dark wash, warn jeans. The breeze seemed to caress her face and hands, almost as if it wanted to take her with it. She felt it unusual that there was this wind all of a sudden, almost like the wind goddess wished to shake things up like the Angel of Death was doing.
She was sure that the goddess was working with Artemis, the goddess of the moon. They both seemed to be scheming and plotting against those on this island. Casidy wondered if some other angel would notice it soon. It seemed that this place was not accepted by any higher gods. It was Death's playground and Torment's dollhouse. And Casidy couldn't help but feel like one of the dolls.
If the redhead had ever imagined meeting Chuck again, it would have got nothing like this. She couldn't believe that they seemed to be having an almost normal conversation, well normal as two inverts could have.Casidy would have to admit that she hated Chuck with a passion, but sometimes that passion got the better of her in the past. She felt disgusted with herself for that, but she would not let it interfere now. So, he was killed by his enemy? It surprised her that he hadn't been done in by someone he kept close. God knew that Cas couldn't stand him, even when she thought that she loved him.
"That sucks," she supplied lamely. There was nothing to say to one that had died. One could make fake sympathy to one who had lost a loved one, make them think that you really feel bad for the person when most are just happy it wasn't them or some one that they are close to. -They say that is the difference between how girl's think and how guy's think. Apparently girls feel bad for the person in pain or who had died, while a guy is just thanking whatever god he worships that it wasn't him.- Casidy had never offered up these fake feelings. She never felt she needed to. But now the tables were turned. What did a dead girl say to a dead boy? 'that sucks...'
And how did one tell their ex-lover what killed them? Well, if Chuck could sum it up in one word, Cas could do, she was sure. It was pretty simple, actually. "Train," she offered, keeping her face neutral as always. She didn't feel any hatred about her own death. She had no say in when she would die. As Death told her, he picked when and why, you just fell into the trap. She knew that many of the pathetic people on this island couldn't accept their fate. That was stupid. Death happens, and Cas plans to make the most of this boring piece of rock. Death and Torment are using these people to create amusement for themselves, Casidy could do the same. She was sure.
Now all she had to do is figure out what to do about the man in front of her.

Casidy then remembered who she was standing in front of her. He knew her before she became confident. He knew her when she was a little girl, running from her home. He knew too much about the old Casidy. With that came the knowledge of her weaknesses. She tried to destroy them all, to be a strong person. But some refused to leave. Like her attraction to powerful people. That got her into the mess with Chuck in the first place, but she couldn't help but like strong personalities who also had confidence. All those fake people who are really insecure and pretend to be macho do nothing. Cas could always tell when someone was naturally as they are. Another one of her weaknesses was her feelings for him. Thankfully, those disappeared before he had. She also gained respect with that one simple move. She knew that bringing it up once more might do more harm than good, but she couldn't help herself.
"So, when you died did you get all your parts back?" She asked him, her face staying the mask of indifference. However her eyes held great amusement. Talking and acting before she thought was another weakness which she had assumed that she got rid of. It had never impaired her when she was the leader of the gang, at least until she died. That was the first time that that came back to harm her. She couldn't help thinking that it was the Angel of Death's doing. It would have been one way to kill her, and another way to make this reunion more interesting. Cas was catching on to his tricks...or was she just being paranoid?