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Kathy’s new home!

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//I realize I haven’t been on here in a while and that is because my muse seems to have left. In order to bring that back I am moving Kathy to a new page and starting her fresh. By fresh I don’t mean I’m changing her but some elements of her story will be different. Please come check her out at her new home: http://kathy-barnett.tumblr.com/ This is a secondary to my Emily so I can follow from there.  Thank you for all the great memories and I hope you follow us. Love you all!

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Oh my goodness what happened to Emily??

Hello lovely anon! Sorry I haven’t been here to see this. Tumblr terminated her blog on accident, but she is back now. Thank you for your concern.

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She turned around and laughed, not expecting that question. "I would say polo player."

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“Do I wanna’smell like a polo player, or yachtsman?” Asking the first woman who came into view seemed like a good plan.

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Kathy returned Mira’s bright smile, almost crying in relief at seeing someone she knew. Hugging her back tightly she pulled back to try and look at Mira in the dark. Laughing at being shot so many questions at once. “I am so glad to see you!” She said back, hugging her again, biting her lip because despite not wanting to cry she thought she might.

Shaking her head she sighed, “No, I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me, just tossed me in here.” Sighing she motioned to the car with her hands. “This has been home for the last few days. I don’t even know how long, but I haven’t seen anyone else but the people here. Some sanctuary huh?” Sighing again she tilted her head to Mira, “Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you did they?” Worry etched her features as she asked.

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Raising her eyes to him she gave him a small smile, seeing how he thought through every action and decision. Will took nothing lightly or for granted and it was something she appreciated but also needed him for. Her throat and mouth felt dry as she watched his mind turn over what she requested, it forced her to lick her lips, but still she found no solace or reprieve.  Kathy felt her breath catch in her throat when he exhaled, the sharpness ready to cut her if she let it. He was the only one who had the power to do that, to cut her with his words. Will was the only one whose opinioned mattered, the only one she cared about pleasing.

The tension was pressing in around them, almost as if the air was holding its breath, waiting for his answer as well. They were both lost at sea, needing a life preserver and only finding each other. Yes they could grip and be saved by the other, but both were too scared to hold on for they feared more than death being shunned by the other.

Will had no notion of what she meant to him, of how much she needed him, needed him as she needed the very air they were both struggling to breath. Slowly exhaling she felt like crying, but didn’t, instead she took his hand in hers and gently placed a kiss to it. “Thank you,” she said softly, pressing his hand to her cheek now, hoping he could feel her heart through it. For her heart beat his name, needed him to be her blood. “If you only knew how much I need you,” she said softer than before, wanting him to know, but terrified of him knowing, because she feared he would not want the burden and would cast her aside.

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The promise she wanted to extract from him was almost painful. Heavy inside of his chest. He knew what she was expecting. That was the problem, she had expectations. Whereas Will learned to never have them. He only expected to be let down. Therefore he was allowed to be surprised at times.

Only she ever surprised him.

He let out a breath. Restrained. Like the atmosphere around them. Everything was always restrained with them. So many things coming in between them. And he wasn’t even sure what to do with any of it. Wasn’t sure how to change it. Where did it start and how would it end? He needed something to hold onto. But there was only her. And if he held onto her he thought she’d let him go.

But she was asking him to make her promises now. Of course she was. Kathy would ask him things not knowing the affect she had on him. The permanent damage she could do. She was unaware of how much she mattered to him. Even when she didn’t matter to anyone else. She mattered to him.

"I promise." he said. His voice low. Uneven. But the promise was there. And he knew that he couldn’t forget it. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t live with himself if he let Kathy down.

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“Maybe you need to set up a petition, I’d sign it.” She smiled as she sat down, sighing softly in relief. It had been a while since she hadn’t felt rain on her body, guessing she’d been out there about an hour, maybe more. Raising her hands she held it to the heater, and looked over at him. “I still feel bad, but thank you.” Chuckling softly, she pulled her wet hair off her shoulder, not wanting to press it into the fabric of the seat. “No it can’t, but yeah I can. I hope I’m not taking you from your wife, she’s probably worried about you.” Biting her lip, she shivered, and pulled her wet clothes tighter, fighting off the chattering in her teeth.

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Kathy sighed and looked down at her hands. "I may not owe him anything, but I do have to do this." She spoke softly, nervously brushing some hair behind her ears. Looking up at him she gave a small smile, "I'm sure you have dealt with a lot, but worse than him, I don't know." Not fighting when he pulled her closer, she looked into his eyes, her own filling with tears. "He will kill you Jackson, and he won't take a second to think about it. I couldn't do that to you." Her head fell against his chest, and she sighed into it, inhaling his scent for what might be the last time. She didn't want to let him go, wanted to believe him, but if something happened she'd never forgive herself.

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Her vision was blurry, and she felt sick to her stomach, the last kick Eric delivered making her cough up blood. She had gone quiet after the yell, wanting him to believer her unconscious, and she was more than a little relieved when he walked away from her. Every breath burned because she really needed to take in a deeper one, but wouldn’t for fear of letting on her consciousness. Watching Eric as he walked over to the man she used the cover of the tree and the distraction to go up slightly on one elbow to watch. Having been left unbound to the tree at least she could shift her bound arms to lean on them. With the men in the group focused on this stranger she could get up and run, but the thought almost made her laugh, and she would have laughed so not to cry. Her body was bruised and sore, she couldn’t put weight on her legs because she hadn’t eaten, and therefore they were weak and shaky. It was hopeless to wish for something else, her only hope was walkers ending it for her.

Kathy wondered about this man, the one they had rescued. Would he be as bad as the others here? Those that didn’t follow in Eric’s path were bound to die on said path. He didn’t take disobedience and he didn’t give second chances. Watching through hooded eyes, she heard how weak his voice was, and it made her wonder why they had helped him. Why was Eric being, well for lack of a better word, ‘nice?’ She stilled when she felt the strangers eyes on her, her breathing still ragged, and she hoped he didn’t give her away. Trying to focus was giving her a headache, but there was something in his eyes, something calling out to her. Giving him a small nod, sensing that this man still held some decency she let him know she saw it. In the end though she didn’t think it would matter, they were both tied up and trapped, but the sentiment was nice.

Seeing the tension in Eric’s back, she worried he would strike out at any moment and kill this man. Shifting down a bit, she watched Eric, saw him relaxing a bit as he laughed. It was a deep belly laugh and it filled the camp. Other men joined in, but Kathy only felt chilled by it.

Shaking his Eric caught his breath, “Sawyer huh? Well I’m Eric and the man in charge. Right now, nope I got no reason to untie you. You want to give me one, I’m listening.” He leaned back on his haunches a bit, and turned his gaze, half on Sawyer and half on the men around him. “Maybe we should test the man out? Give him a chance to show us how much man he is, or isn’t. What do you say boys?” He laughed deeply again and stood, “Bring my pet over here and help this boy up.” 

Kathy lay down in the grass and closed her eyes, slowly calming her nerves, having no idea what Eric had in store, but positive it wasn't good.

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The man who had been straddling the girl had a very punchable face, Sawyer decided. Probably an awkward kid who got picked on at school, only to hit puberty and suddenly grow into his looks. Then, of course, he felt the world owed him a little something for his suffering, real or imagined, and at some point — before or after the world ended, Sawyer couldn’t say — he stopped thinking of people as people and more like things. 

Sawyer knew his type. Hell, the military was full of assholes like him. 

Which begged the question — where was he now? All he could see were trees and the overcast sky. Couldn’t tell how many men were close by, but there was enough activity going on around him to hazard a guess. At least a dozen, but probably closer to fifteen or sixteen. Maybe more. He wouldn’t be able to get a better head count until he wasn’t hogtied and face-down in the dirt.

He probably should have been more scared than he felt. There was no telling what kind of designs these people had for him, but Sawyer was willing to bet it wasn’t pleasant. They rescued him from his collapse out in the middle of nowhere, sure. Didn’t mean they were new best friends. Not by a long shot. 

But all he could feel was annoyance. Disgust at that man’s treatment of the girl over there. A stubborn, knee-jerk refusal to be intimidated by a guy who thinks its okay to treat people like that.

Even so, it was hard to stay aloof and judgmental when fresh, cool, clean water was being poured down his throat. Sawyer guzzled it down as greedily as possible without making himself throw up before the other man pulled away and left him coughing for more. 

"Thanks," he gasped — for the water, not the ‘balls’ compliment that was clearly not meant to be a compliment. His gaze lingered on the girl still lying on her back, clearly struggling to catch her breath. He wanted her to see him, to really look at him, so he could tell her with his eyes that at least one person here didn’t mean her any harm. That there weren’t just monsters left in the world. That it it was at all possible, he’d find a way to get them both out of here. 

But eyes can only say so much, and he had a thing or two to say to the asshole now standing over him. He peered up at the man who was clearly in charge, craning his neck a little to get a better angle.

'Boy?' he mentally echoed. Yep. Definitely a punchable face. Out loud, he replied honestly. “Sawyer.” No reason he could think of to lie. “Any chance you feel like untying me, Mr…?”

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She smirked down at him, "Maybe I should legally change my name to chaos?" Giving a small shake of her head she smiled wider, and leaned down to kiss him deeply and hard, working her mouth down his body. Slowly she raised her hips up and brought herself back down on him, increasing her pace ever so slowly, but also increasing how hard she rode him. Each time she came down she also ground her hips, moaning louder at her actions.

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When Victor woke up to feel her wrapped around him, with her fingers brushing through his hair, he closed his eyes again, letting her continue without any interference. “You’re a strange one….that feels good.”

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Kathy purred out softly, a smile on her lips as he relaxed. His touches only served to make her purr more, making her own pleasure and arousal grow. "Perfect? I don't know about that," she said softly with a chuckle, leaning down to kiss him. "I want to ride you hard," she whispered in his ear, biting at the earlobe as she slide her hands up to his shoulders to lift her hips and slide down on him. Waiting for him to agree, for she was sure if he didn't she'd end up through the wall.

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When Victor woke up to feel her wrapped around him, with her fingers brushing through his hair, he closed his eyes again, letting her continue without any interference. “You’re a strange one….that feels good.”

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Emma Stone was very excited about her Lego Oscar!

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"There’s something better than killing the one you love," I said. “Something better?” “Killing with the one you love,” I said.

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She smiled softly at his words, knowing he was the only one who would understand, and also the only one not to think her insane. Her eyes rose to meet his eyes and she was again struck by how deep his eyes seemed to be. It was as if his eyes could see past everything and go straight to the soul of her. "Thank you," she said softly, her fingers moving to run and up and down his back. As much as Driver wanted to be there and see what he had created she wanted him to be there to see what he created, to show him that she embarrassed what he gave her, and made it part of herself. She could see he was pleased with the idea of torturing them and her own smile was as wide as his. "Toys? Now you have me intrigued." An electric current of excitement seemed to course through her at the idea, planned or not, of hurting those who had caused her so much pain. "You say that, but there are quite a few, and most of them cops or important people. Are you sure about that?" There was a little nervousness in her but in her heart she kenw he wouldn't back out, he would be there every step of the way, exactly where she needed him, by her side. Smiling softly at the kiss on her hand, she cupped his face, "I know you will. I think he should be last. Make him scared, and wonder what his happening. For the first time I can feel his fear, not him feeling mine. He can be scared, and I know that with you by my side he can never hurt me again." Leaning up on her toes she gently kissed his lips, a bold move to be sure, but for the first time in a long time she felt alive again, and that her life had hope and purpose, and it was because of him.

"What if I can't do it? What if I can't kill him?" (I don't know she wanted to say a short hi).

"You can do it. You can do anything you put your mind to, Kathy, and I know you want this. When you do this, you will be free.”

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Kathy smiled wide, glad he seemed pleased with his gifts. She snuggled into his chest when he pulled her close, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. "I do know you," she said with a soft chuckle, looking up at him. "I'm glad you like them. I can't wait to see you use them." Standing on her toes she kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Happy Valentine’s Day! Something for driving and two things for play. I hope you like it.” She smiles as he opens up the wrapped present, resting her hands gently on his shoulders. 

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He had no idea exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the way, Sawyer had gotten sick.

Badly sick. The kind that made breathing a chore, and walking damn near impossible. His lungs burned with wracking coughs, lips cracked and dry with a constant thirst that he couldn’t seem to shake. Fever had been building up in his system for hours, compounded by days of hunger that seemed to matter less and less as his stomach complained more and more. The few times he tried to eat, he couldn’t keep anything down and soon gave up.

Water. That’s all he wanted, and he was fast running out of it. Even in his growing delirium he tried to conserve it, but the thirst was a frightening beast screaming from the pit of his chest. He had hallucinated an entire conversation with Jess, even going so far as to stumble after her through the trees before he remembered where he was and everything that had happened. Whether that was the fever or dehydration, or both, he couldn’t tell.

Shadows stretched and melted around him, shapes taking form out of thin air and haunting his every step. Voices and other phantom sounds whispered constantly in his ears. He stumbled through a fog until he was too tired to stop, night and day losing all meaning. It was a miracle he didn’t stumble across any of the dead. In this state, he was as free and easy a meal as they were ever going to get. He probably wouldn’t even feel their teeth.

And then, at some point — he couldn’t be sure when — he collapsed. The world disappeared right out from underneath him, and for a while there was a blissful sort of nothingness. If this was death, it was an even bigger relief than he’d hoped for.

Until his eyes opened, and he found himself lying face-down in the dirt.

It took a few seconds for the fog to clear from his brain, but the first thing he registered was a girl on the ground, no more than ten or twelve feet away. Young. Red-Haired. Pretty. Alive. Scared.

His senses snapped sharply into focus. She was struggling hard against the man straddling her, hand on her throat and leaning in close. He too was very much alive — Sawyer realized with sinking dread — and the look on his face was a brutal, unmistakable reality check. This wasn’t death, but the same hell they’d all been living these last few years.

No time to think. All he could do was react.

"Hey," he croaked feebly, trying to push himself up. Shit; his hands were bound tightly at his back. Ankles too.

He tried again, louder this time, too nauseated to think this through with any real care. “Hey! You.”

The man on top of the girl paused, neck craning to give him a blood-curdling look.  Peripherally, Sawyer saw a few more heads turn, and realized all at once that he had been picked up and brought to some kind of camp.

"If you’re keeping me alive for some reason," he rasped, managing to work himself onto his side, "mind sparing a bit of water?

It was the sound that drew their attention, the sound of walking and then a loud thud. Eric had sent two men to investigate and they had returned with this man, the man they just dropped in the dirt. He didn’t want another mouth to worry about, but something about the man, maybe his size, or that he was sick, or a sense he could prove useful, at the very least bait made him keep the man alive. After they had dropped the man off Eric had gone over and checked him out, the fever radiating off his body. It wasn’t the sickness that turned people, no he had seen that too many times. This man would be turned already if that were the case. Still he investigated for bites and finding none, disarmed him, bound him, and left him there. Whatever the man was sick with would either kill him, and then he would have to be put down, or he would recover.

In another life Eric had been a doctor, taken the oath to do no harm, but life had a funny way of screwing you over and by the time the world changed he was jaded and angry.  It was then that he decided the world owed him and he would take whatever the fuck he wanted from it. Kathy wasn’t the first girl that he and his group had taken, but she had stayed alive the longest. There was fire in her belly and heart, and it excited Eric, he was determined to break it.

He had almost forgotten the man was there until he was ‘playing’ with his pet. The tightness of his grip on her throat was enough to make her black out, although she didn’t stay that way long. He wanted her, wanted to hurt her over and over. Raising his fist again to hit her he stopped when he heard the soft word. Arching a brow at the interruption he stood from Kathy and looked at their new companion. His eyes held anger, anger at being disturbed and anger at the audacity of this man to do it.

Eric motioned with his hand for his men to keep their eyes ready, to be ready to react if necessary. Kathy was moaning softly behind him, and without looking at her he swung out with his foot and connected it to her, making her yell and then still.Eric stopped and let out a laugh. “You’ve got balls I’ll give you that.” Turning to the other men he nodded and one of them stood and brought water over to the man. Slowly helping him drink it as Eric joined them. “What’s your name boy?” He was on his haunches, appearing at ease and calm but it was only a mask to hide the deadly snake underneath, ready to strike and hit it’s mark at any moment.