bitter enemies {Lail/Chaos}

[EMS]

Lail Locke

I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere

He sat in his office, feet propped on a wooden stool, sipping a cup of coffee while watching the selections for the maze take place. It was his year off. A year to relax after putting time and effort into his wonderful creations. The maze was quite a success although it nearly ended with everyone of those wannabe mazemakers fired for allowing a mere child to win. It was too close for comfort, but Lorenza came through, and that was all Lail could ever ask for.

His sister made for a wonderful partner as they worked together. Many times they would fight and yell at one another, but Layla countered him. She knew what needed to be done at the correct moment. Without her, every single one of the runners would've probably died.

All he heard while roaming the streets was the success of the maze. It had been a wonderful opportunity. Despite the flaws at the beginning with mother hen and her children winning the wealth, to all the foolish kids destroying the grievers like they were nothing, it turned out extremely well. Every got to keep their jobs, and apparently that was well enough for everyone.

Dark eyes glared through the window at the busy streets below. Runners were beginning to arrive, and Lail was oh so excited to see what this years mazemakers had in store. The rumors were echoing through his ears, and maybe it was the fact that their sibling died in the previous maze, whatever the cause, he was certain this maze wouldn't disappoint unless they decided to slip away.

Running his fingers through his scruffy beard, Lail placed the cup back down on the table. His entire attention was focused on the tv plastered against the wall. Tonight he would relax, and not a single person would stop him.

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin

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[cameo]

Chaos Aqua

Victor of the 45th Maze

Head Maze-Maker of the 48th Maze

Fear had always been faced with a mirage of strength, while the truth of it’s threat lingered in the back of neglected thoughts. But with a limit and a name, the fear for loved ones' breaths collapsed upon reality gruesomely. Safety for such loved ones was offered and grasped with no thought over the signature of blood and sacrifice. Such a promise was manipulated and deceived though. Terror continues to thrash down upon us, while no actions can take place to alter such. And revenge can’t be sought upon the controller herself, while such can take place upon one of her minions that hold power himself. A plan had been set for months now, with no strategy but rage to follow it. Nonetheless, however, determination carries my feet towards the chaos of my set destination.

Guards place no concern in my sight, and how foolish of them. All too easily the door to his chamber’s is burst open to reveal my presence and futile emotions. It was him to strike harshness upon the previous maze, just as Ms. Snow seeks for my brother and I to do within this next maze to come. And perhaps consequences will react to my future wrongdoings. But for now it’s time for him to face his judgement. A grin slithers across my lips only slightly at the welcome of his face. Lail Locke, how we were destined to meet.

“What a pleasure to see you in the same city as myself.” Coils from my tongue with a lash of the vengeance I haven’t even started to inject. Gentle steps contort my feet from the clumsiness they most often have, dedicated to distribute the poison he deserves with grace. Softly I maneuver to a chair nearby his own, to sit upon it’s armrest to gain the height even in sitting that I wish to posses. Structures builds my shoulders in confidence despite them often being slouched. Strength radiates through me in the nature of a mother revenging her youngster.

“I need some advice on leading a maze-maker, figured you could help given your experience?” Is requested, though a reply from his isn’t granted before I continue to speak. “Now did you use your daughter’s death as inspiration for the Maze? Guess not given there was no deaths from disease in it… Maybe the fairytale stories?” More questions sprinkle, though still no lengthy pause permits a response. Eyes stare at him in wonder if he’s infuriated over my extensive research to poke the bear. “Most importantly though, did you see your beautiful daughter in any of the Runners?… Mmmm, I guess not given you didn’t even give my little sister a fighting chance. Now did it make you feel better about your daughter’s death, or worse?” Harshness whips pierces deeper with every question from the snake, curious on what will finally make the bear crack. “Apologies, should I have started this commonly? Was a bit anxious to discover your methods.” He couldn’t save his own youngster, so destroying others was the next best thing.

[EMS]

Lail Locke

I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere

All he wanted was a chance to enjoy his morning coffee, but the doors burst open as he took a drink ruining the perfect moment. Sitting the cup down on the table, Lail faced the girl disrupting the peace, and of course it was none other than Chaos Aqua. A victor turned maze maker, and while none of it ever made sense, he wasn't happy to see her. Folding his hands in front of him, he crossed his legs and watched as she continued walking in. Didn't anyone have manners now? But it didn't matter because she was simply a beetle under his feet that one day Lail planned on crushing.

But her words echoed through his mind, and his lip curled for just a moment. Why would anyone want to question his motives? Lail was a man of his word, yet people still questioned him.

His heart skipped a beat the moment she brought up his daughter's death, and it didn't stop there because she kept going on and on. Yet his face remained clear of any and all emotions. A clam demeanor presented itself, but on the inside, his blood was boiling, and rage was building inside. Instead of answering her question, Lail picked his cup up and took a sip of the coffee inside.

She had no business here. She had no business questioning things that were personal, and he felt his muscles tensing - he took a breath allowing the air to relax his body. Being angry wasn't something he wanted right now.

"You want advice from me?" It was a laughable situation, and a soft chuckle escaped from his lips. "I have no advice for a someone as foolish as you." A small grin slowly spread from ear to ear. "Did they bribe you? Are you afraid of losing another sibling? Did they tell you your family would be safe?" He taunted.

"Oh, but before I forget, I should congratulate you on your decision to become a maze maker." His eyes met hers as he sat the cup back down on the table once more, and with a nod of his head - "I hope you don't disappoint."

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin

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