The writing on the wall had been clear enough. Show up at the junkyard tonight, with the promise of information. That was certainly an offer Thirst couldn't refuse -- then again, she would have been an idiot to assume the person behind the messages was entirely benevolent in nature. Having learned from her fight with Ophelia, the Homunculus now carried two Bowie knives, one on either side of her waist, and had again started bringing with her a few smaller, sharpened throwing knives, which she relied on her palms to conceal.

Getting to the junkyard, then, was not a hard task. It's not as though she was expecting an ambush (nor did she think it would be more than she could handle), but when she got there, she didn't seem to make a huge deal about it. All she said, firmly and loud enough to be heard, was "I'm here."

Thirst had not had any leads on her predicament in a while, but this was largely due to her avoiding the Nexus and its damnable anti-violence field. So as she was growing increasingly wont to do, she was now roaming the streets of the city. Fortunately, as it always was for these expeditions, it was late at night and very few people were around. Fortunately for them, at least.

Though she wasn't expecting to run across anyone, her expectations frequently were shattered, as she was getting used to.

And with the creak of rusted hinges and the slam of a wooden door, there she was, like platform double suede.

Okay, well, there she was like a psychofreakbitch out of hell, but the point stood. Time had long since come for her to break this casino in; she already had one of her two latest victims unconscious and tied up against one of three reels of a giant slot machine. With her second over her shoulder, she surveyed the land around her, the sweet smell of this one's blood distracting her temporarily, and finally settled on a leather harness attached to the green 00 on an oversized roulette wheel.

A few moments later, the straps were in place and both her victims were in their respective traps -- the bleeding one, bound by his hands, legs, and waist to the roulette wheel, and the other, whom she had not had to attack (at least directly), tied to the slots with rope around both his wrists and ankles. She'd quip about feeling lucky, but, well. No one to hear it.

Yet. She had managed to steal a computer during a casual late-night crime scene and had since been using it to contact Changeling and transmit updates regarding their situation. It barely took her long to have it set up in her lair, and now she had reached the final step.

A text message should have appeared on Changeling's computer. "Come to my lair. We have to talk."

While she waited, perhaps she would check on her victims. The deathtraps -- sorry, games -- were close enough together where she could keep both of them in her sight at once, after all.

If I never see another obese black woman again, it will be too soon.

I believe I have undergone what is known as "Nexus LOL". I have found a hell. A hell where there is nothing but demons and a large black woman. In a fashion similar to a television show.

I did not have my knives with me at the time, but... well. When one is a weapon, one needs no supplement.

Regardless.

If I never see another obese black woman again, it will most certainly be too soon.

It takes too long to draw blood from obese people.

I felt it.

I felt what it must be like to be complete.

I fought something -- two somethings -- that actually had the audacity to fight back. But they ran. I could taste their fear and hear one of them crying. Smell her blood.

She killed me. She drove ice through my chest.

And then he killed me. Her companion. My knife cut into his flesh and I had no time to react. I died almost immediately. Electricity, I believe. One of the most agonizingly painful experiences of my life thus far, and it barely lasted a second.

But.

I cannot die.

But in those moments, I felt empty and full at once. Perhaps because it was something human that I was experiencing. Regardless, I felt complete. I now know what completeness feels like, so that I may strive for it again without having to be killed.

Until now, my prey has been disappointingly weak. I prefer the challenge.

Though I continue to fail to see the point of these "memes", I am vaguely intrigued nonetheless.

( Meme )

Link post so long threads don't get eaten by LJ

vs. Kid Flash - 9/28/06

A scream rang through the empty warehouse, the likes of which was completely foreign to its inhabitants, both permanent and temporary. The lung-wrenching rage behind the sound couldn't possibly be human.

Fitting, that a Homunculus was making it.

Interspersed with the scream that seemed never to end was the continual sound of fist slamming against wall. Pouring all her strength into the punches left a sizable crack running up the warehouse wall, almost to the ceiling. When there had been one punch too many, a chunk of plaster fell from the wall, threatening to smack Thirst on the head.

Without hesitation, her hair flew upwards like spears, jabbing the plaster before it even got halfway down and shattering it into pieces.

"I was that close!" she yelled to no one in particular, her scream ending finally. "Fucking alchemists, fucking Elric, fucking NEXUS!" The last word was especially loud because she had pain backing it up, now that she'd brought the name of an alchemist to the surface.

Not at all finished with her rage, but not seeing anyone she could physically take it out on, she stopped her assault on the wall. Seething as she felt the bones in her hand set themselves back into place, she began looking around for something, anything she could destroy. Torture. Make bleed, or kill. Anything.

Being intimately familiar with her accomodations by now, she knew that the only other things that bled were Changeling and his dragon. And she had no desire to kill either of them. She could use them.

Screaming again, she blindly swung at another wall.

There is a girl in the Nexus. Who seems to be quite fond of attempting to show affection towards me.

I assume she is somehow related to the weakling.

I would muse further on the matter if it ndhdid not..

Physically hurt to think about it.

Perhaps this girl is my key to the weakling.

To my memories.

I have an idea.

I have come to a realization recently.

This "Terra" person. People have called me her mistakenly before. I have found that if I attempt to think about it for too long, it causes me great pain. More than thinking about any alchemist ever has.

The girl who calls herself "Terra" is my new goal. She is the one. I am convinced.

I will be departing from the Nexus permanently soon. This will be a welcome change. The Anti-Violence Field is far too restricting, with my new talents.

Though I fail to see what benefit could possibly come from my doing this, I find myself bored and alone once again while Changeling is not around.

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Perhaps this will alleviate my boredom for all of ten minutes.

I am learning much. And I like it.

I believe that, before I seek out and kill the alchemist who did this to me, I must be properly prepared. And so I have found a teacher, as I have mentioned, and his name is Changeling. He has begun teaching me far more than simply working with knives. He has taught me volumes about the human body. How fragile it is. How much it bleeds. Where the especially sensitive areas are.

I very much like this.

Interestingly enough, a new location made itself known to me. A white light appeared in the wardrobe in what used to be my room. Going through on a whim, I found myself in a place called the "Nexus". Whatever that is supposed to mean. However, I think I may be getting closer to my goal. There are in fact alchemists in this place, which I am going to call my new home, considering I have no intention, desire, or idea how to return to the world I entered from.

The alchemists will pay, to be sure. But they will have a temporary reprieve while I learn a new art: The art of fighting with knives. During my self-imposed training earlier, in the other world, it became apparent that my powers alone would not kill easily. While they worked well for causing suffering -- which I certainly want to make the alchemists do -- I realized just how slowly hair killed, regardless of its versatility. So when one person in the Nexus let me know that he was skilled with knives, I realized I had to learn some sort of lethal weapon, and so I met Changeling.

Changeling is an interesting person. He seems very hands-on in his approach, and quite effective, as well. He knows how to properly wield his knife. And of course, as I am learning with my time in the Nexus, I would venture to say that he is attractive. All of which are not complaints.

I only take brief time away from my schedule to post this. As it stands, Changeling is waiting for me to return to the room. Perhaps I'll indulge him after all.

It's been a slow month.

Of course it's been a slow month. Days and nights drag on forever when you never need to eat, drink, or sleep. But it does give me eight more hours to train. And stalk. I may need to find a new place to go soon -- the people around here are getting suspicious. I've been able to conceal my Ouroboros so far with my hair, but I believe the citizens of... of wherever I am still know I'm a Homunculus.

Maybe it could have something to do with the fact that I've been practicing on them at night.

I have to say, I never thought hair could be such a deadly weapon. Seizure, constriction... hell, I'm almost at the point where I can make it work like extra limbs.

Besides, I'm pretty sure nobody around here knows who I am. Because nobody here is an Alchemist, and only Alchemists can perform human transmutation, which is what turned me into this... this thing. If -- no, when I find another place to go, I know where I'll start my search.

And no Alchemist will be safe until I get my answers.

I haven't slept for a week. Not because I haven't wanted to, but because I can't. I'm just not tired. I hate it. I want to be able to sleep again. Dreams can be a good thing, and you only get them when you're sleeping. Maybe if I dreamed I'd know who did this to me or who I was. I want my memories back. Now.

Since I haven't been sleeping, I've been spending my time doing research and getting my bearings on this body and what it can and can't do. This face doesn't look at all familiar, but I know it's mine. I only wish my ouroboros were less intrusive than on the center of my forehead. It could probably be funny if it weren't real -- the seal is on my head, where my memories should be. That's probably not a coincidence, either. Gluttony's seal is on his tongue, Greed's is on his hand, and Lust's is above her breasts. It makes sense in a twisted kind of way.

Oh yeah. I know all seven Homunculi now. Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, and Pride. It was in my research... you'd be surprised what you can find on computers, once you figure them out. I know they were named after the seven deadly sins. And since there're only seven, I can't name myself the eighth deadly sin. That's just stupid. I don't know what I'm going to call myself, though. The only name I would have has got to be in my memories. Somewhere. Until I get a real name -- my real name -- I think I'll call myself Thirst. Because of everything I want to know... and because of what I want to do to whoever made me what I am.

I've been practicing with my body, too. It's weak. Frail. If I didn't have this hair, I don't know what I'd do, but apparently I have some kind of control over my hair. I can change its length and direction if I want to, and it's almost too easy to do it, too. It should be child's play to do what I need to do with this. I look forward to the day I get the chance to finally act, instead of just talk about what I'm going to do.

Until then... I guess I'll just have to wait and keep doing research. And hone my abilities.

I don't know what I was thinking.

And I know I say that a lot, but... actually, I don't know if I say that a lot. I don't know anything anymore. If I try remembering, it hurts too much to keep trying. I know I want my memories back. I hate not being able to remember. I don't know why, but I feel like my memories are the most important part of me. I'll do anything to get them back.

Anything.

And whoever did this to me... I'll kill them. It's their fault I'm like this now. It's their fault I can't remember.

They stole my memories from me.

I'll destroy them, and I'll steal my memories back.