Mersa's P.O.V; July 2
I pull Neil out of the room, I knew Lacey would want some time alone with Rider; it was written all over her face. She truly loves him, and I hope he returns such a favor; unlike what I've done to Neil. On the inside I'm just a small kitten who truly loves Neil and has so much affection for him, but the walls I have built around my self stop me, but I am glad, for Neil knows it and he is always there to love me even though he knows that I won't.
"Mersa? What are you doing? You never act like this, it's creepy," Neil tells me as we go down the hallway
I turn around and smile at him, while pulling at his arm to follow me down the hall, "Well it is Lacey's birthday, but she shouldn't be the only one celebrating, right?" I told Neil with a smile
"Ok..." Neil answered without another word, I bring us into a room, my room, and I drag Neil in through the door, when he aggressively pushed me against the wall looking down at me, almost serious, like we switched personalities and... I liked it. He looks down on me and stares into my eyes, solid, no emotion, at least nothing positive; I smile, with a cheerful intent, my cheeks flushed pink, 'I hope this cheers him up some, so serious,' I think to myself in a childish tone. I watch Neil's every move with great detail worried he was more angry than cheered up; as I do so, and I don't think that smiling cheerfully is my thing, but his left hand reaches up to my cheek with his right hand pressed against the wall next to my face. He just stares into my soul, "You should do this more often," he tells me in a seductive voice.
I blush, and stare at the ground trying to avoid eye contact, but he pulls my chin to look at him. I stare up at him and his regular smile is looking at me, I give the slightest smile, but free myself from Neil and start to walk away from him and the wall. Yet Neil can't help but grab my arm. "Do we have to have such a stereo typical relationship?" I ask looking up at Neil
He smiles a heart retching grin, "Yes," and he pulls my arm so that I am close enough to be drenched in a passionate kiss, "But you don't always have to stop yourself, after all we are in love," he tells me with his devious self
"But I don't want to give you false hope, 'cause I know how this will end,"
"There's no such thing as false hope," he was very serious when he said such a thing, and he was as close as anyone could be without kissing me, "Do you hate me?" He asked, but it wasn't in an innocent way, it was more straight forward, he wanted an answer
"Probably," I teased, a little baby pouty face came across him, very quick to change personalities, "Do you hate me?" I asked
He stared into my eyes, "Probably," a giant grin came to his face
I couldn't help but kiss him when he gave me that answer, "I was hoping you would say that," I smile pulling away after a short passionate kiss
"Mersa..." he said to me, he seemed very surprised, for there wasn't even a smile across his face, just concern. I look into his eyes, I was staring at the ground embarrassed until I hear my name, I saw his face, and tears came to my eyes, he was so disappointed in me.
As I looked down at Mersa her personality had changed, she wasn't my sweet girl anymore. Her fist quickly met my face, then she moved away from me quickly, when I looked up at her a distance across the room from me, she had acquired her scythe. It had been specially engineered to be a weapon of extreme death, designed by Mersa's mind; the bottom of the scythe had a slanted point, that could be removed and used as a knife, but when connected to her scythe that was usually ones death. Mersa had always said, "Such a precious blade should not be cleaned," I had never seen her use the direct blade, but knowing her mind it couldn't be anything ticklish. The direct blade itself stretched like a regular scythe, but the end of it curved into a swirl. What held the scythe blade in place was a long pole, the small blade located on the bottom end, a dent, in the middle top of the pole most likely for a better grip when harm was done to another soul; Mersa preferred clean and percise, but with torture, and at the top of her scythe was a ball, with another point. She had a creative side, Mersa puts personality into her creations, and although she denies such a thing she puts in small details that none would realize, which is the entire idea of the ball, it is her slight decoration, it was white, will all else is black. A very fitting idea that it was to be white, it shows the good in Mersa, that she is not just monster she has convinced herself of, as well as it also represents the moon, which I'm not supposed to know about, but I'm not her pride and joy, it is her grey, lunar fox, Moon Face. And lastly the small point on the top of her scythe, representing Mersa's dual personality, although she may have good in her, her wickedness also has its own sides. One being the bottom end of her scythe, removable, quick and precise death; the top, is piercing torture, turning the point into ones soul, with a slow, but clean death.