Playing with fire``Malice

[Felix Dupont]

Felix hated having the night shift. It was boring and it was always the creepiest time to work. The doctors were more 'familiar' with the patients and the guards would disappear into rooms for hours at a time. What pigs. Praying on the insane like they were put there just for them. He felt self righteous, but he was glad he was called to patrol the patient hallways tonight. No more faint grunts and squeals.

His stiff uniform was slacked now, since he had been on the job for a couple of hours. He walked with his night stick in hand, tapping on the doors.

"Lights out, ladies." He called out with a booming voice, his hand finding the switch at the end of the hall. Each room was wired to one universal switch on the outside, and the hallway light always stayed on. He flipped it, a few of the crazier girls screamed and most just groaned. Felix huffed and began to walk back down the hall, checking the rooms as he went. The girls here were sneaky, some would hide male patients for hours at a time, some would just not show up.

He started with the right side, figuring if he did it one side at a time, he'd end in time to take lunch and maybe have some quiet time before touring the other halls.

Gazing into the first window, he noticed an older woman across the room, her knees to her chest as she glared at him. Typical. he moved on, checking to make sure they were actually in the beds and he was almost done when he came to the last room of the hall. He peered inside and smiled, he couldn't help it. Tapping on the glass window he chuckled. Malice was sitting there, fuming over something he was sure to catch hell about.

This hallway was rigged with cameras, but he knew the guard he was working with was meeting a female nurse in the supply closet at midnight. He smiled, maybe he could finally get a moment alone with Malice. He missed her company.

And maybe her body too.

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[Malice]

You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between what I thought
And what I said

Malice despised lights out.

Every night at the same time, she's be stuck in the dark, stumbling around in order to change clothes and go to bed. She couldn't count the amount of ugly bruises she'd had over the years. They dotted her shins like splotches of ink. She hated it.

What pissed her off, though, is that they were five minutes early on this night. What made it even worse was the fact that she recognized the voiced that called to the inmates. Felix. So he was on duty? She better be able to talk to him - there were a few choice words in her head. Two in particular, actually: Fuck you.

But then again, Fuck Me was in there too.

Malice wasn't quite sure which one she wanted more. So she settled for standing from her spot at her wobbly desk and sitting down on the bed, arms crossed over her chest, and gem-bright eyes trained on the window in the door. She knew he'd show up there sometime.

Soon enough, her patience paid off in the form of his equally-bright eyes gazing back at her. Malice glared venomously, her chin tilted up in a manner that clearly spoke of her anger. He was certainly going to hear about it. That is, if he had the guts to come through that door.

Then maybe she'd have a little fun with him.

[Felix Dupont]

Felix grinned from ear to ear as she glared at him, hatred and passion making her eyes glow. He gave a small wave, knowing it was like poking an angry cat with a two inch stick. No way he'd get out of this one unscathed. A wicked thought rushed through his mind, his toes curling in his boots; he wouldn't mind that at all.

Felix fiddled with his keys for a moment, finding the correct one. He placed into the lock, the chambers bouncing, gaining him access. This was probably a bad idea, but he was sure he'd have a story to tell either way.

"Comment allez-vous, Madam malice?" His thick draw filled the stale room as he let himself into her room. This was a bold move, considering how dominate she was. Even in this place, she had territory, but Felix wasn't afraid. He knew what made her tick and he loved every minute of it.

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[Malice]

"En colère, monsieur Félix." Malice narrowed her cat-like eyes and tipped her head to the side. Her accent was equally thick, the words purred from between her shapely lips. Her fingers wound through her straightened locks as she stared at him. "Lights out was early tonight. Why?" Her mouth tilted up in a humorless smile. "Would it be that you missed me?"

The Cherokee teen pushed off of her bed so that she could stand toe to toe with him. The man wasn't going to get off easy, but from what she could see, that's what he wanted.

He was just as crazy as she was.

Something about that thought was a turn on. He could match her crazy for crazy and it was quite... entertaining in bed. Not to mention the way he said her name and hummed to her in French. She wanted to eat him alive. "Am I in trouble, monsieur?" Malice smirked at him and cocked her hip.

[Felix Dupont]

As she stood, the air in the room shifted. Malice's presence was big and known everywhere she went. Felix often wondered how she communicated with normal human beings. He couldn't ever picture it. The only way he could picture her right now was....

No, stay focused.

"Now Ms. Malice, it was only five minutes early, c'est tout. Don't be sour." Felix stepped a little closer to her, still maintaining his composure. Though, even a fool could see what he was begging for.

To him Malice was made out of fire. His mother always said those were the worst women, that the best were grounded, like the earth. But, Felix wasn't ordinary and therefore no piece of earth could ever satisfy him. But fire? He could play with that all day. As a child Felix would often use his powers to manipulate flames with shadows, sending them into designs in the sky. The beauty that that yellow and orange light radiated was something unmatched to Felix. So now, in front of him, was the embodiment of a flame, and he wasn't going to dismiss it.

"Need a light to change?" He asked politely, holding up his still lit flashlight and covering his eyes with his hand, peeping through his middle and ring finger. The least he could do is attempt to make her laugh.

Though, Felix knew the only thing Malice would giggle about would be a man's pleas before she killed him. A shiver shot down his spine, could he really handle such a creature?

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ooc: "c'est tout" - Cajun phrase for "that's all" "finished."