Fuck it all [Closed]

With a bottle of vodka in one of her hands, Maria slowly meandered to the courtyard, not in the best of moods. Her leg was heavy from the brace on it, and at this point, she wanted to tare it off, but alas, it was the doctor's orders. "Keep the brace on and try to put the least amount of pressure on your calve musle or it might tare open again." her caretaker had warned. Being cooped up in the infirmary for so long was starting to drive her crazy, and unlike her sister who wasn't able to go out and "enjoy" the sights, she was. Usually she hated the courtyard, it being filled with nature-ous things, but tonight she could care less. Her hair down and curled like it usually was, the girl wore skinny jeans, white Keds, and a PINK sweatshirt, perfect for a night out in the somewhat chilly air. Although she'd been through some crazy shit, it didn't mean that she was afraid of dressing causally and besides, it wasn't like anyone was out here anyway. They were all at the formal.

Taking a swig of the somewhat bland drink and her injured leg gave way under her awkward stumbling. Putting an arm out to lean against a dimly lit lamppost and taking and painful breath, she took another sip, enjoying the liquid before swallowing. Fuck the formal, it wasn't important, right? Just a bunch of pricks dancing to overused songs in their cutesy dresses and suits, she didn't need that. Besides, she had other shit to think about and didn't need to waste the night dancing with some guy, she had liquor to get wasted on. Well... maybe she would stop by Jake's dorm later, but that was only if she was able make it there by the time the dance was over.

With her body still not used to the sudden intake of alcohol since the mission, a headache started to creep its way through her head and for a few moments, she stood against the lamppost, looking up to the moonlit sky, breathing heavily and watching as it disappeared from a light fog into the dark. Jesus, how the hell did she get in this mess? First it was just a mission and then... shit his the fan. If she had known the company that they had been investigating was her father's then she would've surely denied the mission, but she hadn't had a clue as to where her and Freya were headed. Now that she thought about it, did the academy know where they were sending the girls? Was the whole thing planned? Stupid school. They should've know or at least told them for God's sake. Did they even know how much trouble her and Freya went through, and for what? Injuries, PTSD and probably a pregnancy? Fuckin' academy.

Lost in thought and somehow swallowing her drink through the wrong tube, Maria started hacking and coughing, the vodka stinging her throat like wine. Fuck. Wiping her mouth with her shirt sleeve, she finished her little cough fest and stood up from the lamppost, pain shooting up her leg in which some psycho had sliced open without a second thought. Jesus Christ, she might as well be dead.

Even more angry at the school than before, she made her way towards the fountain, unable to see the student sitting on the opposite side of it, hidden by the statue. Now that she had time to go through the series of unfortunate events without having to worry about being taking away for her execution, it was all starting to fall into place. Clenching her fist, Maria took a swig from the bottle. Bringing it up to her face, she shook it back and forth, scowling at the sight. Damn, empty.

"Fuck!" the Autumn yelled, hot tears making her eyes itchy starting to make their way onto her flushed cheeks as she chucked the empty bottle at the fountain statue and watched it shatter into the cold water bellow through blurred vision. Stupid school, stupid gift, stupid dad... everything sucked! Why couldn't she just be a normal kid living a normal life? It's all she'd ever wanted, was it so hard to ask for? All the parties, the drinks and drugs, none of it was worth it in the end, but it's all she'd ever known. If her father had simply loved her, she could've been normal, but no. He was a selfish dick who "loved" her and her sister only for power, for wealth, for his reputation. Well, maybe some of what had happened in the past was her fault... but still, what he wanted from his daughters was inexcusable.

Good job dad, you got what you wanted. Happy? She'd find him some day, teach him a lesson. He'd pay for what he put her through and she wasn't going to let him live his wonderful life without paying the proper price. Jeez, she was a mess. Ha, if only everyone could see me like this, she thought snidely to herself, putting her hands in her sweater pocket, for what ever warmth it had to offer.

Sniffling, Maria wiped the tears away from her face and before she was able to sit down on the bench, the sight of what looked almost like fire caught her attention. Curious and hoping for something to distract her from her thoughts, the girl made her way to the other side of the fountain, not very surprised at the sight that sat before her. Cayden Hawke, just another fuck boy at the academy, looking just as wasted and depressed as she did. Apparently the courtyard was the place to find lost and confused souls.

"Looking good," she huffed, a small grin growing on her face, but her eyes still somewhat red from her little crying session. Standing a couple feet in front on the boy that was slumped on the fountain, Maria wondered what his problem was, though it didn't really matter. She might have not been in the joking mood, but that didn't mean she that she'd lost her sarcastic touch.

Dear God, why she even bothered to stick around this guy was a mystery in of itself. Maybe she was hoping to get something out of it, or him, but whatever the reason was, she didn't really care. Rolling her eyes at his comment about always looking good, she could've begged to differ. She hated to admit it, but for the time being, they both looked like shit and no matter how much either of them tried to deny it, facts were facts.

Daddy issues? Looks like little Mr. Fireboy was smarter than he made out to be, or it was just a lucky guess. "Boy do I wish it was something as simple as a declined credit card," Maria sighed and leaned back on her heals, looking up to the sky. To tease or not to tease, that was the question. Both of them were already to the last straw and now, it was practically Russian Roulette, seeing who would snap first. Well, what ever, she had nothing to lose anyway.

Looking back down to Cayden, Maria pushed her feathery hair out of her face like all the bitchy girls did. "Well, daddy issues is an understatement, but enough about me," she started, shoving a hand in her sweater pocket while the other arm hung at her side while she rocked back and forth on her heals. "I mean, lest we forget about the reason you're here? I bet lil' Sebastian is probably very disappointed that big brother wasn't strong enough to save him," she joked, her usual 'up to no good' smile growing on her face. Oh how much she missed pissing people off, it felt good to be back in business, to some extent.

Listening to the king of dickheads, Maria's once playful and mischievous grin turned into a frown as he kept going. Her manservant? Jake wasn't a servant, he always fell head over heals for her on his own free will, constantly following her around like a puppy, which got somewhat annoying at times, knowing that he genuinely cared about her and wasn't just staying at her side for nothing. But even so, he wasn't a servant and if he was, then he was the best damn servant out there.

Clenching her fist, the tipsy girl only heard part of what Cayden had said but it was enough to piss her off. Yeah, she was a mess, there was no denying that, but he wasn't the one who should be speaking, seeing how shitty he looked as well. She still had her looks, her charms, and if he couldn't see that, then he was blind, kinda like a hound dog. He had a nose for trouble, but when it came to facing the facts, then he was just plain stupid.

Focusing on a dark brick that sat under her feet in the ground and somewhat drowning his babbling out, Maria let out an inaudible sigh. Jesus Christ, fine, she'd have some fun and who knew, maybe it's help her get back into the swing of things.

With a flash of light, a few throwing knives appeared in her hand, one between each finger. Biting down on her lip, she turned her gaze from the cement ground to her oppressor, rage bubbling through her veins. No one told her to fuck off and if they did, she wasn't about to obey their petty command. She wasn't anyone sired little bitch and if anything, she was the one giving orders.

Without any warning, Maria lifted an arm and threw on of the small knives towards the Autumn's face, listening as it whistled through the air. Maybe once he was permanently scared he'd have a bit more compassion, knowing what it felt like to be an ugly little fuck, though it wasn't like he was much at the moment anyway, she'd seen better.

"Oh shut up, tough guy. You have no room to talk when you look just as equally miserable. Besides, you've never had anything going for you and I guess you've always been a dick," she teased, making sure to emphasize the never. "Well, you can be a dick, but that doesn't mean to have much to brag about down there," she mumbled under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear, running her free hand threw her hair as she spoke. Maria was usually much more precise in the battles she fought, but being drunk, depressed, and not knowing how to deal with emotions that she'd never had to worry about before made her a little less... attentive to her wording. It wasn't that what she said really mattered, but if he was going to play that way, then so be it. She'd spoken the truth and there wasn't much more to it.

Grinding her teeth together, Maria stayed still as Cayden easily shooed the knife away and inched closer and closer. She should've expected what he was going to do next.

Trying not to cry out in pain from him suddenly grabbing her hair, Maria hissed under her breath, the other two throwing knives that she held falling to the ground with a loud clank and disappearing into thin air. His hand soon made its way close to her chest and although she usually would've been all over any guy getting touchy like this, she couldn't help but feel oddly uncomfortable. Probably 'cause of her shitty mission. Apparently he liked being up close and personal and she had no choice but to take it.

Clenching her fist together from his comment about her, she craned her neck to look at him with her hair still in his grasp and her chest starting to heat up from the flame that surrounded his hand. Although this was a pretty serious endeavor, Maria couldn't hold back her usual insane sort of smile. This whole ordeal... it was madness! Both of them were most likely equal in their current weakened state, though she wasn't going to admit that aloud. It didn't seem like he was up for any fun, but on the contrary, she most certainly was. Nothing better to lift her spirits than a deadly spar, right? Besides, she liked a little madness here and there.

"Hey man, don't get all hotheaded," she joked to the fire boy who might have been producing smoke out of his ears like in the cartoons. Looking into his gaze and not backing down, Maria didn't bother to contemplate the consequences, anything was better than thinking about the recent mission, even if that meant a bit of pain was involved. "Come on, bring on the heat, it's fucking cold out here and you might warm me up while your at it. Darn, if only we brought some marshmallows," she said in a sad yet whiny sort of way, quivering her lip and giving him a wink.

Before anything could be said or done, Maria lifted an arm and slammed her elbow with as much force as possible into Cayden's side. Ouch, that's gotta hurt. With his grip loosened, she took a step away, a smile on her face and she burst out laughing, having been deprived from any sort of mischief for who knows how long, it felt amazing to get back into the swing of things.

Not showing the pain in her legs and practically everywhere else, her laughter soon slowed to a soft chuckle and with a flash of bright light, a silver and bronze circular shield, somewhat like Captain America's, but without the fun colors and star appeared in one of her hands. Her father had gotten it specially crafted and hand made from the best of the best (probably someone from the black market) and although it was a bit heavier than she remembered, she didn't care. A shield was a shield.

Putting the barrier in front of her and slightly crouching down to a fighting position, Maria's smile didn't falter. "Come on, let's go!" the Autumn taunted as if she was a Torero, ready to fight a deadly and pissed bull.

Bracing herself, Maria prepared herself to the best of her ability.

Before she could blink, an ball of burning hot light exploded from the ground. Holding onto her shield and raising it so her head was blocked from the shrapnel, the girl was pushed backwards from the force and came to a skidding halt, her shoes screeching against the concrete. Something was making her leg sting and looking down, something that looked like a rock was wedged into her calf. Damn. In all honesty, the pain was nothing compared to what she'd recently been through and knowing that taking it out would cause her leg to bleed out, she ignored it and left it in.

After a few moments, the dust that had been clearing from the air parted and the two stood not too far away from each other, a wide grin on Maria's face. Her legs were singed from the heat and she felt as if she was melting, but damn did melting feel amazing. "Didn't daddy ever tell you not to play with fire?" Well, she honestly wished that he'd done so, or maybe she wouldn't have been so messed up. But eh, that didn't matter, she was who she was, and had grown to accept it. He was a jerk and it's not like she could've ever changed that.

"Not to play with fire? Ha! What a lame excuse for a dad that would be! she replied ecstatically, her adrenaline level rising. She may have been almost dead not to long ago, but fighting Cayden gave her life, even if it meant possible death.

"Warn me not to? Pft, he encouraged it."

With a crazy gleam in her eyes and an urge for battle, Maria decided to try something that she'd been working on. Whether it worked or not, only time could tell, but she assumed it would.

With a flash of light, a small battle axe appeared in her hand and her crazed smile did not falter, as she stared Cayden down. "Looks like pretty boy is afraid to get his hands dirty," she taunted. Without warning, taking a deep breathe, Maria threw the axe towards his face, but before it was able to slice it open, the item disappeared into thin air and returned back to her hand.

Looking down to her hand, she'd impressed herself with how fast she'd retrieved the axe. Now instead of having to wait for her weapons to return to the requip dimension, she was able to retrieve them within seconds and this meant that battling would now be twice as fun and fast paced. Sweet!

Looking back to her opponent, she decided to have a little fun, not wanting to ruin his pretty baby face just yet. Well... she was drunk and not in the best condition, so if she screwed up and didn't requip in time, thus him suddenly ending up with an axe in his face, she wasn't going to be disappointed. Throwing the weapon with a strong arm, she let it come inches from him and then it disappeared. Psyche!

She did this a couple times, but threw it at random parts of his body so that he wasn't able to detect it's next target point and always made sure to bring it back to her just in time before he burned her favorite weapon to a crisp. Each throw, the infatuated girl took a step forward. Tonight was definitely turning out to be more of a treat then she'd thought.