The beginning of an end to an Era (Sarah and Seraphim)

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Oh this was rich! This neanderthal had the guts to talk big like she was some queen or knew more than Seraphim did, then she could go choke on that pride and die. Did she really think she had Seraphim pinned or figured Seraphim out? Then she was wrong! Wrong-wrong-wrong-wrong!

"Hahaha!! You think? Really?" Seraphim suddenly smiled, her lips curved in a big smile on her face like a proud mother, or someone who was extremely pleased and cheerful about the entire situation. But anyone could see that Seraphim was just being sarcastic as she clasped her hands together by her face, tilting it to the side once again like someone who was on top of the world. "Because you know what, you're not any different~ You see, you don't know a damn thing about me or the people I trust and protect. About my friends, something a blood-thirsty mongrel like you would never understand." Quickly, Seraphim stood up, her smile never fading, her whole aura an unsettling happiness, like a madman ready to cleave a victim's head off with a chainsaw. She didn't get any closer to Sarah, but she did start to pace, hands folded behind her back as she did so, smiling like an optimistic idiot with a cheesy expression.

"It's hilarious really, I've done much more than you think. You say these things that are so funny~ Acting like you know me, like I'm just the bottom of the barrel who enjoys nothing but the sport of blood or simply wants to take down an organization just because they 'pissed me off' Oh-ho-ho~ That's really amuzing, don't you think?"

Then, like two sides of a coin, Seraphim's smile dropped like a bomb had just gone off, and her eye sharpened to a harsh glare, her grin turning into something more deviant and twisted, like she was ready to inflict some serious pain, or in this case, send a verbal assassination in Sarah's direction.

"You know nothing. You have nothing. All you fight for is your own personal pride and to break a few girls along the way. Congradu-fucking-lations. No one gives a shit. It makes you less then the Era of Hell, and you walk not only the same path as them, but in their shadow. What you offer isn't a difference, you just want to be entertained and make a feeble attempt. But you see, you realize you can't do it on your own, so you ask me. But when you ask me, you're asking a fistful of other people, all of whom would rather spit on you then consider fighting by your side."

With a final breath, her expression never fading, Seraphim summed it up for Sarah, just in case her pea sized brain couldn't understand just yet what Serpahim was getting at. "That's the difference between you and I. I fight for a cause and have friends who would fight alongside me. You... you have nothing. And the way you are now, it is what you will always have. I hope you're happy."

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Silence. That's all that came from Sarah as Seraphim cut into her, cut into her very being. There was no reaction, no anger, no sign that Seraphim was getting to her. But she was. And the bitch probably knew it. What started as a negotiation had quickly evolved into a full-blown personal attack. And when she was done, Sarah was left sitting there in silence for what seemed like minutes. Then she rose from her seat, slowly and methodically, her burning gaze falling on Seraphim.

"Let's make one thing very. Fucking. Clear." Sarah stepped once more towards Seraphim until they were practically nose-to-nose, her piercing green eyes staring into Seraphim's single red orb.

"I know."

And Sara withdrew, smiling, actually smiling at her. "Everything you said, I know. You think I don't know my life is going nowhere? You think I don't realize a fuckin' killer is living a better life than I am?" Sarah was walking around the apartment as she said these things. There was an eerie calmness to her voice, even in the face of such a verbal beatdown. Anger was something she was in full control of. "At one point you just stop caring. Family, friends, it all just stops becoming a big deal. Your purpous in life generally just....fades away." Sarah stopped at the window of her appartemnt, and leaned against the sill. Her neighbourhood was stretched before her. It was old, it was decaying, and it was crowded.

And Sarah wouldn't change it for the world.

"So you make your own purpous," she whispered. "You build an empire from the rubble. You take on every challenge life throws at you. Even if it doesn't make the slightest difference to the rest of the world." She moved from the window, and she was smiling again. Unlike Seraphim's it wasn't deranged or dangerous at all. It was calm, content.

"You think you're so high and mighty, Seraphim." It was the first time Sarah had used her real name. "But you and I are a lot more alike than you care to admit. Your friends are the only defining factor that seperates us. But how long do you think that will last? They'll leave you, betray you, maybe even try to kill you. And then where will you be?" She looked around the appartment. The dirty clothes, the empty beercans, and especially the wall that displayed her brutal victories. "But I think you already know that answer."

As she watched Sarah, the white-haired wrestler refused to back down. In her mind, she pictured seeing Sarah sneak in a sucker punch, or attempt to get her hands around Seraphim's injured throat. But... none of that ever came. In fact, Seraphim was quite surprised to see her hold every emotion intact, causing Seraphim's own sarcastic and dangerous grin to fade as well.

When Sarah got closer, stepping mearly inches away from Seraphim, she didn't back down, her own eye focused right back into Sarah's, calm as she could possibly be, but ready for anything in case Sarah tried anything. Yet in the end, she backed away still, giving Seraphim her own lecture. And then, something amazing happened. She sympathized.

Seraphim understand perfectly well... after all, she had been there, it was partly the reason she had killed after all, but that was something Sarah Gatt would hear about later if she was willing to listen. For now, Seraphim took the time for the two of them to calm themselves, and even sat back in her seat slowly, barely making a sound as she did. "You're wrong..." She said with a sigh, a hint of pity, but understanding coming to her as she looked down at her own two feet, thinking about her entire life and how it was compared to Sarah Gatt's. "Sarah... I've been there. I know exactly what it's like, because I experianced the same exact feeling in my life; twice may I add. But I didn't give up... and just because you feel like an emotionless wreck with nothing to live for, it doesn't mean you should either. I've been where you are now, do not forget, I've been on this world longer than you, I know... I really do. But you're taking the easy way out. And you know, the next step down from where you are now is suicide." Just mentioning that word left a flood of painful memories in Seraphim's head, seeing a handful of the people she loved flashing as images in her head, each ending their own life simply because they gave up. And then she lifted her head again, looking at Sarah as a calm, even concerned look hit her features as she finished. "...And even you don't deserve to walk that path."

That last part made Sarah chuckle. "Suicide? Now that would be taking the easy way out," she replied. Not once had Sarah thought of ending her own life. None of her issues could be solved that way. "And who said anything about giving up? Never. For twenty years I've never given up. You may not approve of my methods, but it's all I ever knew. And one day, I'll make it to the top. This?" She gestured to the dreary appartment around them. "I could be living in a nice condo in the upper part of town with all the money I'm making. But I don't, because this is where I'm comfortable. It's a choice." She sighed and walked from the window, slumping back down in her chair again.

"One day," she whispered. "One day I'll have enough of it. It may not be today, it may not be tommorow, but one of these days I'll get tired of it. Then I'll try to get my life together. Only then."

Seraphim actually felt... releived? Just a bit... but when Sarah said she never once thought about suicide and never would, it brought a slight calm towards Seraphim, finding that she was asuming the worst, but glad that subject got out of the way in the best manner possible. Again, Seraphim listened, watching the actions that came from Sarah, and finding it all to still be a little sad, like Sarah really was a tradgic case like herself, but it only ended up being more understandable as she listened.

Then, Seraphim leaned back down in the chair and breathed a sigh, one of a calm releif as she spoke back, sounding like she was no longer trying to be insulting or rude to the girl. Hell... Seraphim was starting to understand her a little, like the two were finding a strange bond after all the verbal abuse they put eachother through. "All right then, I'll tell you what." She spoke up with a very calm but somewhat business-like tone, folding her hands on her lap as she looked at Sarah, never once resorting to getting on a personal subject any more in an insulting way, but instead trying to keep things on a level between one another now. "I'll do it. And maybe I'll even help you out in the future when it comes down to anything relating to the Era of Hell. But you need to do one thing for me." She drifted for just a moment, silently taking a breath as a crack of a grin came to her lips. "You need to promise to me and yourself that once we finish off the Era of Hell, you'll start getting your life together, does that sound fair?"

The Era of Hell was just another bump in the road in sarah's path towards life. Another test of her fortitude. Their defeat at her hands would either help her, or send her down an even darker path. There was no way to tell. "Clean up my act, huh?" she muttered. "I don't know what will happen once this is over." she looked Seraphim in the eye again, scowling stubbornly. "But yeah, I'll give it a shot."

She leaned back in her recliner again. "Now, can we get back to business, or are we not down the touchy feely crap?"

Well now, this all took a turn towards something she had never expected, but in the end, it came down to something Seraphim was pretty glad to have reached. It was an awkward understanding at best, but still one all the same, and Seraphim could safely say she even felt comfortable now, leaning back in the chair, once again picking up the beer bottle and taking a short sip, not too fond of the taste.

"Yea, sure. Though I have one last thing to say." Seraphim stated bluntly, before holding up the beer bottle a little higher after it parted from her lips, and she gave a sly little grin. "You should really get some better booze, this stuff taste like the back end of a fast food restuarant's grease trap." She laughed to herself a little at this before setting it down, trying to lighten the mood a little after they exchanged their words, feeling like Sarah would keep her promise as they now went down to business, and she awaited to hear what Sarah would have to say after she finally decided to go over this all again. "So, those twins might have some information and you think I should beat it out of them, is that what you were trying to tell me?"

for once, Sarah smirked in genuine good nature at Seraphim. The white-haired woman was easy to get along with, even for Sarah, the emotional deathtrap.

Seraphim needed better jokes though.

"That's the gist of it," Sarah confirmed, placing her elbows on her knees. "Challenge one of them. Preferably....the blue one, Nha. You'll have to beat her, and then I'll take care of everything else. Think you can handle that?"

Seeing that grin on Sarah's lips, Seraphim returned it right back at her, offering her beer up a little as if trying to say 'cheers', waiting for Sarah to return the same to her if she wanted. Her other hand running through her long, feather-white locks, she felt a lot more at ease now that this was all overwith.

"Heh, you make it sound like I may not win. I've got a winning streak I don't plan to break either, much like you." With a gentle pride in her tone, Seraphim said it with a bigger grin, almost deviant for a moment, like she was making an unspoken challenge to Sarah.

The first one to suffer a loss, loses between the two of them, right?

Either way, Seraphim had a little suggestion, finding this to be a perfect oppurtunitey, like this was the chance she wanted for something she had in mind for awhile now. "I think I'll take them both on with my partner; Phoebe Porter. We could get something out of them both. Though I'm curious what you mean by 'you'll take care of her.'" Seraphim added at the end, rhetocally asking what Sarah had in mind after her already promised victory.

If Sarah had a drink to give cheers to, she might have done it, but she finished her awhile ago. So she gave a simple nod towards Seraphim. And it was true about their winning streaks. They may be partners today, but they may be enemies later on.

"Partner?" Sarah repeated. It hadn't occured to her that Seraphim didn't have to go in alone, and the more she thought about it the more it sounded like a good idea. Sarah had never heard of Phoebe Porter before, and Seraphim will seem less likely to be working with Sarah if she was partnered with a general unknown.

"Can she be trusted?"