Sam was silent. Dead silent. Apparently, the doctors said was was unfit to live on her own. How sad. She wondered if she would be alone or share the cell they were taking her to. She wouldn’t mind being alone, especially s that meant she wouldn’t have to get used to someone else.
But knowing someone else might be nice, the sane part of her mind, the side that hated the loneliness left behind with her foster mothers passing, whispered. But she showed the thought away, the pain of being alone was better. Sweeter.
Then if she shared the cell with someone, maybe the person who had been diagnosed with some psychopathic disorder would hurt her. She wouldn’t mind that, as long as she didn’t end up dead. But maybe dead was better than in a cell, where the scenery never changed.
She walked quietly, if resisting the security guards. Because it made them grip her arms tighter, and the sting was welcomed. Perfectly welcomed, even if she couldn’t get them to grip hard enough for her liking.
Akuma slowly, languidly, stood up and stretched, still staring at the doorway.
The guards were explaining something to her friend, telling her about her diagnoses and a little bit about her past. Not everything, of course - that would change her friend's mind, and the people running this place didn't want that. They had nowhere else to put her friend besides here.
She hears the lock start to turn.
Well, one of the locks.
Then the next, then the next, until all of nearly twenty high security locks were unlocked.
She her the familiar beeping of the keypad, then the hum of the scanners analyzing retinas and hands, before finally, the door slid into the wall with a quiet "whoosh."
Standing in front of the door, held tightly by two gaurds, was a woman with black hair.
Akuma grins at the guards, who release the woman quickly and fearfully at the sight of probably the single most dangerous and crazy person in the world.
They shove her into the room, and close the door, leaving Akuma with her new friend.
Sam expects the stove, and takes the split second to decide to let herself fall. Frowning slightly when it still didn’t hurt as much as she wanted it to hurt. How disappointing. She swiftly rolls over and gets up, looking at the other woman in the cell, tilting her head curiously.
Sam debates whether to say a word and then decides against it. She wouldn’t say anything. She preferred being silent. It made others think she was an easy target. And she was. But that didn’t necessarily mean she had to always be silent, did it? But people tend to think the ones who are loud and crazy are harder targets. Most of the time, they aren’t.
She bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood, enjoying to sharp sting. She looked the other woman up and down, and then smiles slightly, deciding to go against her earlier decision and speak, “I know you.” He voice was soft, “I saw you on the news a while ago.” She smiles.
Akuma tilts her head, almost deciding this new friend wasn't worth the hassle of even playing with very much before killing when she speaks.
She smirks, her sharp teeth flashing in the light.
"Yeah, I am. What about it? Got a grudge you want to settle with me?" she asks, her Japanese accent not distorting her English very much at all. "'Cus if you do, I've got a little thing to tell you, birdie."
She blurs and disappears for a moment, reappearing right in front of the woman.
"Tell me, what's you're name? Last name only, so I can tell you whether I know your family more personally than I may know another." she says softly, her head cocked at a precarious angle, grinning brokenly.
(https://pin.it/3Q7KZEm ⎮ 1B is her expression currently lol)
Sam sucked in a breath, looking up at Akuma. She wondered what the woman would do to her, "It's a common last name where I'm from." Sam mutters, "And I don't care how personally you an know my family." Sam wondered what this woman would do if provoked. Sam decided to find out. But she didn't know how to provoke the woman.
"I bet you can't keep someone alive lo g enough to have your fun before you need to find someone else to use you new ideas on." Sam whispers. It was a fool bargin, but she wanted to see what would happen.
She always wanted to see what would happen. Whether it was with a new knife or a new person. She had since learned what kind of pain the liked the most, but she would always try something new. And if flirting with death was what hit her, then she'd flirt with death.
Akuma tilts her head the other way now. "You forget, I'm from Japan. Whatever last name you have won't be all that common there."
"I can keep them alive enough to test any new ideas I may have. You forget something, birdie. . . I'm Bachiko Akuma, the world's worst criminal. I'm way, way worse than anyone else. I may only have been convicted of 50 murders, rapes and homicides, but even I have lost count of how many I've killed. I know it's over 400, though. . ." she giggles. "Why do you say that, though? Is it because you want to be one of my playthings?"
Sam stares at her for a moment, "Perhaps." She whispers. It was always a whisper with her. "I say it because I can. And I know none of my family has been in Japan. And I know who killed my oarents. It wasn't you."
Sam sways side to side slightly, watching the woman, "I don't think you'd give up the chance to have a 'plaything'. Seeing as it might be a lo g while before they give you another cell mate if I die."
Sam wanted to scream, but her voice stayed soft and even, bedroom soft more like it. The idea of being the center of a sadist attention was growing on her. And she knew she'd do anything to feel the pain.
Akuma smiles brightly, her fangs flashing again, as well as her eyes.
"Well, this is certainly a turn that I am willing to accept. After all, nobody has ever willingly submitted to my will once they figure out who I am." she says.
She trails one of her black nails across the line of the woman's collarbones.
"Say, do you have a name?" she asks.
Sam closes her eyes, shivering slightly. “Sam.” She utters, “I go by Sam.” She looks at Akuma, staying still. “Well, they say I’m crazy, and I would guess most sane people dont go out looking for pain. Do you think that’s crazy?”
Sam didn’t believe she was actually crazy, but maybe she was. She wouldn’t have a problem with that, but it meant she would get locked up. She didn’t want to be locked up.
(Hey y'all! I've been reading this, but @Nightmare_Eclipse wants to as well. I'm just calling her name so she can do so :D)
"Sam. . ." Akuma utters, closing her eyes, rolling the name around in her mind. She opens them again as the woman starts talking again.
"Crazy? You wouldn't be with me if you were just CRAZY, sweetheart." she smirks, trailing her finger along to the back of Sam's neck as she walks around the woman, inspecting her.
Sam shivers, letting it travel down he spine at the Other woman's touch, "Oh. . . I know that. . ." She mumbles, "But still. . . Am I really insane for liking my own pain? What's wrong with enjoying it? It's better than being depressed."
Akuma feels the shiver and chuckles darkly, pulling down Sam's collar slightly to examine the top of her back.
"That depends. . . am I insane for liking other people's pain? After all, in the end they do die. I just. . . speed the process up a little bit." she replies.
Sam stays still looking over her shoulder to watch Akuma. Her slim shoulders tensed slight at the pull on her collar, and the sudden brush of chilled air on the newly exposed skin.
She ponders the Other woman's question, "No. . . I don't think so. . . I think what determines it are the things we do to get that pleasure." She murmurs, he voice soft as air, barely loud enough to be heard.
"Oh? Then that means either way, I am insane. You know the things I've done to get that. . . pleasure." Akuma smirks, the last word a quivering whisper of remembrance, of all the pain she's caused in the world.
She lets go of Sam's collar and slips back in front of the woman, staring her in the eyes.
Sam looks back at Akuma and shrugs, "Really, it's all just a point of veiw, isn't it? One person my think it's perfect fine to kill people, while another dose not."
"Its all just a point of view." She repeats
"I think it's okay and fun." Akuma giggles darkly. "They'll all die anyways. I may as well get pleasure from it."
Sam looks at her, shrugging slightly. She didn't really have a tubing to say to that.
(Hey, just as red to let you know that I don't know when I'll be online this weekend)
(Alright, that's okay!)
Akuma tilts her head, not laughing anymore.
"What was that shrug supposed to mean, sweetheart?" she asks cooly.
Sam shrugs again, "I don't really know. You said something to which I had nothing else to say in return."
Akuma looks at Sam consideringly before shrugging.
"At least accompany a shrug with a word, even if it's 'hm.'"
Sam shrugs again, "Why? There's no point to it. My voice is soft and hoarse enough as it is, I don't need to say more than I must. Even if it's just a sound."
Akuma snorts.
"I get a bit. . . annoyed. . . when I feel people are ignoring me." she replies. "That's what the point it."
