I don't give Mercy (open)

[Lexine Sullivan]

It hadn't taken all that long to get to Mayfair and whilst it wasn't her favourite place in the world it was the only place she could earn a few quid without anyone asking questions about who she was or where she came from and quite frankly she hated the thought of anyone getting that close to her to know the truth- as far as these low life bums knew she went by the name 'Mercy' and didn't show a damn bit of it to those she fought against. With her pink hair and a dress sense designed to kill she wasn't often accosted because most people knew not to bother. Not that it stopped them...kinda like that fat slime ball who kept trying it on at work. She frowned and gave a small growl, setting some bum back a few feet as he followed her along the empty pathway. God she hated the very thought of that man even thinking about her! It made her feel all dirty inside and since she had never even been with a man made it all the worse.

Her thoughts were snapped back to reality when the faint sounds of cheering reached her ears and she finally looked up at the run down building that housed the place she was going. She knew that this was wrong, hell thats why it was illegal but no one cared about the people of Mayfair these days...didn't care that they had souls, lived and breathed and tried to survive which was why it was the best place to hold something like this- she could forget about who she was meant to be and be someone without a soul or conscious....she didn't need to feel guilty here. She pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head and watched as several drunks stumbled out of the doors, all cheering and whooping and a hand rested on one of the weapons she carried with her at all times but she needn't have worried...they didn't even look in her direction, instead carrying on their way leaving her free to enter where they had left.

Once inside the building she looked around once more, taking a note of the exits even though she knew this place like the back of her hand before she moved down a dingy corridor and towards the area people like her were expected to enter.

"Back again?" Lexi looked at the very large man that blocked the doorway and answered with a one shouldered shrug, "Well ah guess if you got it you got it eh?" He stepped to the side and allowed her to pass, only stopping her to allow her to sign the register. It was a good prize today....a few thousand quid would do her nicely- the kids were needing some new clothes and she would like to help them, not to mention she had torn another of her favourite tops and it needed replacing.

She entered her changing room and stripped down out of her low slung jeans and tshirt before changing into a pair of black leather trousers and a bright pink corset- an outfit that showed off her assets and showed that she had no other weapons on her body apart from the two Sai that were settled in the special pouch she had had made for them so many years ago, back when...back when things had been different. She pulled her hair up and back into a tight ponytail, fixing all stray hairs with a black headband before inspecting herself in the mirror. She looked so different to the 'normal' her... she looked like a fighter and that was what she was here and now. God she hated her life so much sometimes. She pulled on her black heeled boots, laced them up before making her way out of the room and towards the arena....

"Now ladies and gentleman we have a special appearance tonight!" The commentator took great pleasure in this, took pleasure in bringing the attention of the crowd to the two women who were entering the cage. "We have Mercy tonight! This young woman is one of the prized additions to this arena and we have her back tonight. You heard me ladies and gents! Mercy! The lady who shows none!"

'Mercy' looked over her opponent...well, this should be easy. The other woman didn't look that bad, but of course she was short so you couldn't really judge a book by its cover and the other did have a rather nasty looking knife in her hand. Her own fingers twitched in eagerness to grasp her own weapons but she forced herself to stop...

Not yet. Not yet. Just a little longer....

[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

Anger rippled through him, like a drug he couldn't shake off, like a disease that would consume him. His nails bit into his palms as he curled his hands into fists; a snarl of rage was on his face but he sighed slightly, trying to contain it but he couldn't. He'd run as a wolf for two days, running and running until he was not just out of London but out of the country. He didn't tire, hell he didn't feel anything but the pure rage that was coursing through his body. He'd killed during the two days, at least, he thought he had killed but he couldn't be quite sure as everything was hazy, something of a blur. Even when he focused. Normally when he ran, the emotions would pour out of him but in this case it hadn't happened, his anger had just grown, spread and become dangerous.

Morrison. It all boiled down to fucking Morrison. Just the name made him snarl in annoyance and run a frustrated hand through his black hair. Seb hadn't known that it would be so easy to find his father in London; he hadn't known the extent of the fury that had been building within him for all these years. It had exploded inside him, to be honest he was slightly afraid of this anger, he could feel it consuming him. Perhaps once he killed Morrison the anger would die out and vanish, perhaps not. It was a chance he was willing to take.

So, after taking another plane flight back to London he was now back in Mayfair, back tot he fucking beginning. He half expected to see Morrison here, no such luck. In a way it was a relief, was he quite ready to kill him yet? Now he was here to watch the Fights, he'd been in a few of them before but never in this country. Tonight he did not intend to fight, with the current amount of anger and adrenalin running through his body it would be foolish to attempt to fight someone. Especially someone who might be human. He would kill them. There was no doubt in his mind. Normally this would not bother him, but he had to concentrate, had to keep his strength for the simple reason that his intended target would not be an easy one to take down.

It didn't take him long to find where these fights were, he smelt the excitement and the adrenalin before he heard the noise - and when he finally did, he merely followed his ears. The door opened and a large man blocked his entry, no words were exchanged between them, Seb merely leveled his gaze and raised a single eyebrow. He silently dared the man to deny him entry, something must have shown in the gaze because the man merely stepped aside and gestured to the register. Seb signed his name, below that of a 'Mercy' a smirk played upon his lips, sounded like a fighters name. He, himself went by 'Craze' when he used to fight. One always knew.

The announcer confirmed his beliefs and with a laugh he moved to the front of the cage, watching as close without actually being in there. She certainly was an interesting one and her outfit - a man could do many things with an outfit like that. She paused and he read her movements, watching the tension and the way her hands twitched. A decision was made instantly, half by his anger and half by a desire to forget that anger. "Tell you what; you win and i'll buy you a drink, you lose .... and i'll buy you two." His words were low enough that she'd be able to hear them but that nobody else would. Seb was not an unattractive man, and he was charming. But he could already tell she was like a wildcat, and he didn't mind that one bit.

[Lexine Sullivan]

"Tell you what; you win and I'll buy you a drink, you lose .... and I'll buy you two."

She had been so intent on not pulling her weapons out that she had only just heard the comment aimed at her and her eyes flickered to the side to look at the one who had spoken to her- who had dared interrupt her little mental pep talk about how it was not good sportsmanship to run her sharp pointy knives through the other woman- and silently appraised him. Not to bad looking but not the best she had ever seen...certainly someone she would oggle at some point or other but here was hardly the time and when she was in this cage things such as pleasure came only in the form of pain and the release she gained from such things. That pain made her feel alive and funnily enough it reminded her of things she really wished she could forget...the pain of abuse and hardship was deeply ingrained into her Psyche, she was used to such things and it was that familiarity that allowed her to do so well at this...nothing would ever compare to the fear she once had knowing her brother was waiting for her at home...

She shook herself mentally of the memory and answered his statement with an almost feral smile- although whether it was aimed at him or at the woman was barely distinguishable and the other noticeably twitched, again, whether it was fear or excitement was negotiable. "I never lose," Her voice was almost as low as his and was lost in the sudden screams of the crowd as the commentator announced 'FIGHT!'

She didn't even need to think about where to move and how to execute the moves, she was well trained and she had been doing this for a good few years and had it down pretty well by now. She knew that the other would feint to the side either in the first or second move and she had to simply counter it. She didn't bother getting her Sai out yet, she had no need for them and it would be over far too soon if she played with them just yet- she wanted the other to sweat it out a little...tire out and then she would swoop in. She knew that in the end a little rage was all it took to make either a very stupid mistake or a very good move and at the moment her rage was at a steady pace- she could work with that and it would work in her favour. Afterall, she had enough to last her a lifetime; why use it all here and now? Her opponent lunged forward, knife striking down and Lexi stepped backwards, the sharp tip missing her face by inches before she spun herself into a powerful roundhouse- clipping the woman's jaw with a resounding thud. Her hair flew around her face and if she had been looking at herself from the outside in she would have agreed she looked quite the adversary- very much an 'avenging angel'. Her eyes flashed with mixed emotions, ranging from excitement, to anger and then back to what looked to be self loathing. She really did hate the person she had become....

She blocked the next attack but having not taken her Sai out at the beginning was forced to use flesh against steel and she felt the velvety wetness of blood. She took only a moment to allow herself to look at her wound- it wasn't deep, she had had worse- before she turned back to the other.

"Now that wasn't nice," Stuff the sportsmanship...the other woman had taken first blood and that just wasn't playing cricket. She kept the bad arm free, ready to use as a block again if need be whilst the other reached around behind her and flicked open the strap of the pouch holding her weaponry in place before she pulled one of the gleaming knives free. Spinning it expertly she allowed herself another tiny brief moment of remembrance and a look of almost serenity came over her face.

"Nothing lasts forever, and your time is up." She pointed her Sai at the opponent and her lips parted as she smiled at her softly. "Tonight I'll let the crowd decide, afterall, I'm called Mercy." She normally didn't talk so much in a fight like this but who cared? She knew she would win and if she riled the crowd enough she would get a little more money that was originally offered. She raised her voice so they could all hear her. "What say you? Shall I show her a little mercy or shall I end it?" She tilted her head back slightly as if she herself was thinking about it.

"You heard her folks!" The commentator was back again, his own glee glaringly obvious even to the most drugged up and idiotic. "Mercy is offering a very rare gift! What say you folks!"

((I'll let you decide whether the other woman gets it or not ^^))

[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

The girl's words made a pallid, half-smile appear upon his face. She had confidence and 'spunk', two traits which he found incredibly attractive. Her appearance told him that she was different, it was intriguing and perhaps interrogating her could serve as the distraction he needed to forget his anger. At least for one night. Their brief eye contact made him smirk and he winked at her, not for once doubting his attraction. Oh he didn't think that she would fall for him, but he wasn't some ugly drunk trying to pick up women in a bar. He was suave and charming when he needed to be, but he also had a daring and somewhat carefree side. Although, he'd not seen that side of himself for a couple of years. Many years, in fact.

The fight started and he backed up from the cage a little, enough to see the entire action, he liked watching others fight. It let him see their technique and maybe even discover new moves that he would be able to use, he liked to critique them, to show them how to improve. Also, he liked the look of complete and utter concentration upon a person's face when they fought, as if there was nothing more in the world that they would rather be doing, nothing more important. It was addictive in a way.

She was not kidding, the girl could fight. Mercy moved quickly, not yet drawing the weapon that he could see in her pocket. The kick was powerful and perfectly executed. Seb found himself cheering alongside the rest of those in the room, although he did not scream, merely encouraged her silently to himself. Laughing when the woman was clipped in the chin by Mercy's kick. Then, blood was drawn an the atmosphere changed immediately, one could almost hear the intake of breathe in the room and the sudden silence in the cheers before they started up again. Once blood was drawn, shit was going to get serious. Mercy proved this with her next words.

The woman was immediately held by a weapon, she could do little and the outcome of this fight was immediately obvious. Then suddenly, Mercy did not make the final blow as he and so many others had suspected, but she held herself poised, yet refrained from striking. He felt the ripple of astonishment move through the crowd, yet he merely tilted his head and let a smile play upon his lips. He stepped forwards a little, so that he would not miss any of her words, so that everything would be understood. She was offering mercy? And the crowd got to decided, well, this was a turn of events that she had not been suspecting.

The crowd began shouting many things, some called for the mercy and some called for bloodshed. Seb could tell the owner was loving this, he was smirking in delight. Seb merely stepped closer to the cage, closer to where Mercy stood. He looked at her, at her position and he smirked. "Finish what you've started." There was no question in his words, the Irish accent was smooth and strong, interest in what she was saying held him, but also why she would request mercy be given. It was odd, but it was not what he'd come to see.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi allowed the cheers and screams to wash over her, half loving the feeling of being in this much power and half hating it with every fibre in her being- this wasn't the type of person she was...she was the kind to help others not destroy them but things had changed over the years and she supposed this was just something she would have to live with. Besides if she was lucky she wouldn't live through the rest of her life long enough to really worry about the damage she was causing her mental wellbeing by doing all of this. She might be too weak to do it herself but that didn't mean someone else could do it for her now did it? She closed her eyes for a moment, trusting her instincts that the other woman wouldn't be stupid enough to attack her whilst the crowd was deciding her fate.

"Finish what you've started." The accent was unfamiliar to her what with there being a lack of 'foreigners' where she had grown up and lived all her life but she didn't need to see him to know who had spoken. That rather good looking fella on the other side of the mesh wiring was telling her to finish it, well, she supposed since he had offered her a drink and all...No wait. Don't get that far ahead of the game! She had to actually decide what she was going to do first...she didn't have to listen to what all of the crowd around her was saying and she didn't really need that extra cash (although the kids could do with it). She could let the other walk away with only a few broken bones and gashes but otherwise unharmed. Or she could turn to the darker side of herself and simply get it over with but at what price? She couldn't remember the last time she had actually offered to give her opponent mercy- it was why she was so aptly named- and it was a little unnerving. Perhaps she hadn't calculated just how long it would take to ruin your soul?

She spun the Sai idly as she thought about it although in reality it was only a few seconds. She could do it, get it over with and walk out of here with a little more cash in her pocket- she could put it away, use it to fund some sort of escape from London- although that plan was something she could only dream about- or she could let her go. Decisions, decisions....

Finally she opened her eyes. They were hard as stone and she refused to allow herself to show any sort of emotion; to give away what she was going to do. She gestured with the weapon at the other as if daring her to attack, to do something to end this rather long and boring interlude. She wasn't disappointed. The woman came towards her, knife held high and rage visibly evident in the very movements she made. That was stupid. Very stupid.

She sidestepped the attack, allowing the woman to fall past her before turning and bringing her elbow down hard onto her spine. The yell of pain was enough to tell anyone she had gotten her target and Lexi took a step backwards, not allowing herself to give the other any sort of leverage, before dropping to the ground and spinning her leg around, sweeping her off her feet before she had the chance to cause any more damage with that pretty little knife. The crowd roared in appreciation at this and Lexi couldn't help but look up at the man who had appeared in the crowd before she moved above the other woman, quick as lightening and held her Sai against her throat, pressing the tip deeply into the soft flesh and watched as a bead of red escaped.

Knees either side of the woman Lexi's eyes flashed back to the male- betraying just how human she really was...but just for a very brief moment before she looked back down, leaning forwards so that her ponytail covered her face and that of the woman's, whispering quietly into her ear. "I'm sorry," Before she reached around for the other weapon in the pouch and pulling back from the woman slammed it home, straight through the heart. The crowd whooped and screamed but only those who were true fighters knew she had granted mercy at the very end- a quick kill, if nothing else.

She stood up fluidly, her face set in stone, her eyes cold as ice. Turning she made her way towards the door of the cage furthest away from the body and the man who had captivated her attention even for a moment and disappeared down the corridor leaving the commentator to his jubilations and bet making.

Once in the safety of her 'dressing room' she closed the door softly behind her before turning her back to it and sinking down so she was sitting down on the hard ground. Oh god. Oh god. She held up trembling hands which still clenched the Sai tightly and watched as they shook. She had really done it again. She tried not to do it...sometimes she would allow them to live despite knowing they would never do the same to her but it never got easier...or she hoped it wasn't because she was afraid, oh so afraid that she was becoming what he had become and she didn't think she could live with that.

The Sai dropped to the floor, deafened slightly by the threadbare carpet and she slowly climbed to her feet. Stumbling forwards she made her way to the bathroom where there was a shower and after stripping herself down stumbled inside, turning the water to the hottest temperature it would go (which wasn't very in a place like this) and simply pressed her head against the cracked tiles and sobbed.

((She has remorse...she's still human!! You may enter her dressing room if you like but no peeking in the shower....yet XD ))

[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

She had heard him. There was no doubt in his mind that she had heard him. Although she did not look at him, she slightly inclined her head towards him; indicating that she had heard him. It was not uncommon that - over the noise of the crowd - someone would zone in on one particular person, it was part of the minds way of comprehending the babble of voices. Perhaps it was because he had spoken to her before the fight; perhaps it was because he was standing as close to the ring as was possible, regardless of the reason; it was his voice she listened to. Forgive him if that realisation gave him a momentary thrill of power. For a single, fleeting moment, it overshadowed his anger.

When the girl opened her eyes he saw the resolve within them and he smirked somewhat. Not because a girl was about to die, he was not as sadistic as some in this room - it was merely that he saw how easy her decision making was. There was something that was fuelling that decision making and that was something he found himself curious to find out. Sebastian could have felt like a stalker, if he wasn't so obsessed with his own emotions. The fact was that watching and being intrigued by Mercy was taking his mind off his own anger, something which not even a long international run had been able to do. It was no wonder that he was thrilled at the chance of watching her.

Once the ball started rolling, there was no stopping it. The other woman came at Mercy, intending to attack, the last defence of a woman who knew she was going to die. It did not work; she stumbled, she was clumsy and she started falling. Mercy quickly took advantage of the situation, forcing the knife into the flesh of the womans throat. There was a brief moment where their eyes connected, she looked at him, as if wanting some sort of reassurance. Seb knew what to do, he did not turn his eyes away, he watched her kill the woman as etiquiette required. Because of watching this process he noted the mercy in the death; in was not drawn out and torturous as it could have been it was quick - almost painless.

The crowd cried and screamed and cheered, only Sebastian remained silent. Watching the girl, rather than her victim. She exited the cage quickly and moved down the corrdior quickly. She did not look back. Seb ignored the commentator, ignored the words of the crowd and he looked at the woman who was now dead on the ground. She was laying in a pool of her own blood; nobody would move her, not for a few minutes, they wanted to get the crowd riled up with bloodlust. They made more money when the crowd begged for blood.His top lip curled back in a sign of disgust and he walked away from the ring, aiming for the corridor that he had seen Mercy run down. He did not intend to stop his investigation quite yet. She interested him.

Nobody tried to stop him, he simply assumed that nobody cared; thinking that a fighter like her could take care of herself. This was true, but she would not be able to hold her own against him, he was not only a werewolf but a trained fighter. He had the advantage. Although, he had no doubt she could give him a run for his money. He heard running water and, without hesitation, he pushed open the door to what was a dressing room. The water was coming from a separate room, although she was not in here, he knew this was hers, her weapon was on the ground. He bent down momentarily to retrieve it, then walked over and sat down on a couch that was in the room.

He waited. Interested to see what would happen, although he didn't think that she would be too suprised to see him. Sebastian was not rude enough to look into the shower, nor was he rude enough to call out to her and ruin the relaxation she was trying to achieve. However, when he heard her sobbing he tensed slightly, the sound was uncomfortable to him. He felt bad about sitting here listening to it, not doing anything. He sighed, playing with the Sai in his hands, she was still human, for all that she tried to be merciless. He didn't know why he was strangely relieve to learn that.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi had been so focused on her shower that she hadn't heard the door to her room opening and if she had she would have probably been a little more pissed about it but as it was she had been so busy trying to stop the sobs racking her body that she hadn't paid attention to anything outside of her own little world. It was a good ten minutes before she had calmed herself down long enough to finish washing herself off, watching pinky red rivulets of blood run off her body and down the drain. Her arm stung like hell but she could live with that pain- it was nothing compared to the mental pain she had endured every day since she was a young girl.

Climbing out of the shower she switched the water off and dried herself off the best she could before grabbing the first aid box from beneath the sink and began to pull out the various things she would need to sort her arm out. She hissed slightly as she rubbed the antiseptic into her newest wound- no matter how many times you had to use the damn stuff it still hurt more than the actual wound causing! She hated that but she knew she couldn't afford to allow it to get infected since she relied on her hands to get the money she needed for everything in her life. Using her teeth she was able to wrap her arm up with some nice and clean bandages and inspected her still rather slipshod work. It didn't matter how many times you had to do it yourself it was never the same as someone else doing it for you but since she had never had that other person she was content to leave it as it was...it would do for now and she could ask Bert when she got back home, use some excuse about it and leave it at that.

Making sure her towel was well wrapped around her and secure she made her way out of the bathroom and stopped dead as she clocked the male sitting on her sofa, playing with her Sai and her eyes narrowed. Not at the fact he had simply walked into her dressing room without being invited (because frankly she didn't care) but that fact that he was touching her Sai...not just hers but the one thing she had left of her mother made her narrow her eyes at him as if debating whether or not she should kick him out of her room and cause a few bruises at the same time. "What the hell are you doing in here?" It came out a little more pissed than she had intended but no one touched her stuff without permission and that was not something she gave lightly.

Without waiting for an answer she had moved to where she had left her clean clothes from earlier and after drying herself down a little bit moved behind the screen that had never been used before and was suddenly glad it was there, and began to dress herself. The screen itself didn't cover all of her body but it kept the important parts well hidden away- not that she had many body hang ups but every now and then she was a little self conscious about the many scars that ran the length of her body. As she lifted her arms to pull her top on the tops of her breasts raised above the screen, still preserving her modesty but showing enough to give anyone with a good imagination an eyeful. Any red blooded male would have preferred her to dress in front of the screen but she wasn't stupid enough to do something like that. She was still trying to find someone worthy enough to have that privilege but she decided it was never going to happen- afterall, who in their right mind wanted someone as broken as she was?

"Is there any reason why your still in here?" She looked out of the corner of her eye as she began to wriggle into her jeans.