You are silent the corners of your //perfect// - bleeding - mouth twisted into a bitter smile a thin stream of red flowing gently from one corner of your lips. Head turned away from me green eyes downcast my fist still aches from the impact that it made against your mouth and your teeth striking my knuckle have opened a small wound that bleeds minutely, and stings. It is one of the few physical injuries you have ever dealt me. I am full of rage - but also - curiosity. For I know that if you chose you could kill me easily. You are, after all, well-trained in the art of ending a life. But still despite the abuse the hatred the inumerable blows you don't hit back merely you say 'don't touch me' as though the words themselves will shield you from my fists. -Broken Angel