Predator and prey (Jess)

[morpheusbrown]

Morph leaned back in his chair and smirked at the ceiling. Two weeks in iso just for talking to some pathetic kid on the IM system. AS much as he would have liked to pretend it was nothing, he was seriously annoyed. It had been hilarious while it lasted, but he was now prepared to smack someone. Preferably that Jess kid. If she was unavailable, he'd make do with Laura. Who was more dense was a mystery to him, but they were both so simple to hurt... it was delicious.

Looking up, he saw the thinnest blonde girl he’d ever seen. The posture said dance. A ha. Quite possibly Jessica, the wanna-be do gooder. Standing up, Morph sauntered over and smirked at her. He wasn’t about to tell her who he was, and no doubt she was too thick to work out who he was if talking to her on IM was anything to go by. It was a miracle she’d made it out of the building in the morning unless she was playing dumb. Leaning against a wall he looked her up and down appreciatively. “Heya Gorgeous. Haven’t seen you here before.”

Looking around, his smirk widened as he realised there was no one else in the room. Perfect. “So, sweetie. What you here for?” Morph did his best to look friendly. This would be a piece of cake. No doubt about it, he’d probably have her wrapped around his little finger in no time. She could do with a few sharp shocks. “Do you dance?” It was fairly obvious she did, you didn’t often see that posture on any of the other students. He did his best to look harmless. After all, she had no idea who he was. This could easily turn out to be fun. First get attention, then get trust. After that… let the games commence.

[Jessica Air]

Jessica had completely forgotten about "Morpheus", the irritating stranger she had met on chat that had threatened her when she had called him by his name. Apparently, he didn't like that. For a few days she had worried whenever anyone approached her - especially in the cafeteria; he had mentioned cake - but after not being murdered she had relaxed. She assumed that she'd scared him away, crossed her fingers that she'd never meet him, and continued with her dreary life now she was at St. Dympha's. The most exciting thing to have happened since that conversation was having yet another bitch fight with Yvonne; a near-daily occurrence now. That girl was evil. Jessica was convinced that it was her who had dyed all of her whites a weird shade of pink-gray. If only she had the evidence...

But she needed to get homework done, not think about how annoying her roommate was. She had taken her books to the common room, as Yvonne was in their bedroom, and had spread them over a table in the corner. Algebra; not her favorite. The only thing she liked about it was how many books she had for just that one subject - three; two textbooks and a workbook - because they were heavy. She'd been reduced to carrying as many books as she could around to burn calories; how humiliating. Hoping that thinking very hard would also burn calories, she opened her workbook and stared at the assigned questions.

After having completed a grand total of one (and she was reasonably sure that that was wrong), she heard a movement beside her and looked up gratefully. A tall male was standing, smirking at her. He looked attractive, and Jessica was bored of work. Perfect. When she heard him speak, however, she froze in her chair. Gorgeous. As well as being a blatant lie, and quite embarrassing, that was exactly what Morph(eus) had called her on chat a few times. Nobody else had called her that since arriving here, and she wondered what the chances were that it was random coincidence; just someone else with a creepy fat-fetish. That, or someone having a laugh at her expense. When she didn't get attacked, however, she decided that it was coincidence, and smiled back at the stranger. " I'm Jess... " She rolled her eyes at his second question. Like she was going to tell him she was hyper sexual? " Here because my psychiatrist was a compulsive liar. And I do. What's your name and why are you here? "

[morpheusbrown]

Morph winced theatrically. “Compulsive liar psychiatrist? Ouch. I’m here because…” Morph looked around, equally dramatically. “Promise not to tell? I’m here because I like a good shag.” He smirked and carried swiftly on, leaving the question about his name beside the road. “So what do they say you are, anyway?” He pretended to look at her appraisingly. “OCD? Anger issues?” As if it wasn’t obvious what her problem was. He’d found the right one and now she was going to pay one way or another. He smiled at her again, giving off a friendly vibe, or so he hoped.

He stared down at her homework and pulled a face. “ugh, don’t you just hate the shit they give us here? I never had to do homework before. Well, they gave it…” Morph smirked again, “Then I just refused to do it. And slept with a few teachers. They got all upset about that…” He snorted to himself as he perched on the desk and raised his eyebrows. “So, sweetie. Want to do something more interesting?”

He could come up with about twenty different things to do, should she say yes. And if she didn’t, then that was fair enough. He couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t end up doing them anyway. He was, after all, all about getting his own way. And it wasn’t his fault his own way was the best way. Leaning back casually, he looked Jess up and down, his eyes raking her figure. “So sweetie... been here long? How do you like it? I didn’t think there were many cute girls… but at least there’s one, hmm?”

Morph wondered exactly how hard it would be to find a place not covered by cameras. Although… he didn’t care that much. If he couldn’t think of anywhere in the next five seconds? Let them look.

[Jessica Air]

Jess rolled her eyes in agreement. Her old psychiatrist had been lovely, really. He was an old family friend, the only reason she'd agreed to see him. But when he told her family that she was anorexic, for God's sake, she refused to make contact with him. If he even came over for dinner she'd go and hide in her room, although she tended to do that at meal times anyway. He was probably right about her being hypersexual, and she didn't really mind that diagnosis, although it was embarrassing when he told her parents. But saying she was narcissic, or had narcissic tendencies, was just mean. He'd been a jerk, and he wouldn't sleep with her or eat her meals. What was the point of him?

She blushed at his coarse words. Technically, she was there for the same reason. But did he have to be so...vulgar? Really, it wasn't very attractive. Deciding to ignore that last statement, she answered his next question slowly. " Um... Well, he said I was, um, hypersexual. " She could feel her cheeks burning and wondered why; she was usually...fairly open about her diagnosis. Maybe it was because she was lying to him, which she never was very good at. But she didn't want to tell him about the anorexia diagnosis. He might laugh. " And-he-said-I-was-anorexic-'cause-I-was-on-a-diet. " She bent her head and pretended to be looking intently at the next lot of questions, hoping he wouldn't laugh too loudly. " Shut up. "

Fiddling with her hair, she nodded. Homework was annoying. And... He had got out of it by sleeping with a teacher? She pouted. That was so unfair. None of her teachers had let her off homework when she slept with them. " Yeah, it is...stupid work. Um, and...what would that interesting thing be? " She let her voice sound a little more flirtatious as she answered, and looked up at him through her blonde fringe. Guys liked that. Girls thought you were an air-head. Wait; Jessica had just realized that she didn't actually know the boys name. It could be embarrassing to ask now. " Um... So, you're new here? I haven't seen you around and there aren't many students... And remind me, what's your name? " She smiled at him, her embarrassment over the anorexic diagnosis fading slightly.

" It's okay. Boring. I've been here for quite a while. " She answered abruptly, irritated at his comment about cute girls. Guys could be such jerks sometimes. She hated it when they called her pretty, just so they could sleep with her. There was no need.

[morpheusbrown]

Morph snorted and rolled his eyes. In his head he was busy going ‘Well, you don’t say…’ but instead he voiced a different opinion. Might as well get on Jessiekins’ good side. “Shrinks, eh? Try to put a label on everything…” He was pointedly not laughing. Even though he wanted to, that would in no way help him get revenge on the annoying, self centred, whiny girl that was Jessica Air. He smirked down at her. “You too, though? Hmm… wanna get together and… discuss our issues one day?” He leaned back on the desk and took in Jess’s frail form. He wondered if he could snap her over his knee, and didn’t doubt that he could if he wanted. The thought gave him a rush of power.

He smirked down at her and ignored her question about his name. She wasn’t too bright, she’d probably got no idea who he was. “I think you know what I mean…” He purred. “Want to find out the camera blind spots and… be inappropriate for a school environment?” It wasn’t the most subtle chat up line ever, but hopefully it would work for him.

Morph grinned at her and laughed, hopefully not too loudly. “I know. I’ve only been here a few days and I am bored out of my mind if you know what I mean. It’s really frustrating.” Morph grinned. “So, dance? Awesome. At least there’s one person I know, I’d feel all lost with no one. Maybe I should hide behind you, hmm, honey?”

He stood up and looked around the room, for cameras. Morph sighed, seeing several pointing his way. “Such a shame they feel they have to spy on us, isn’t it, doll?” Smirking again, he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall instead. “Almost makes you want to do something to deserve it…”

[Jessica Air]

Jess nodded. He was right; psychiatrists could be such jerks. " Yeah. I'm pretty sure he only fake-diagnosed me so he could get my parents to send me there more often, get him more money. " Her parents could be pretty stupid at times. She couldn't understand why they hadn't seen her obvious lack of anorexia; they'd just believed what their friend had told them, rather than believing her, their only daughter. She was totally cutting them out of her inheritance. Wait. Did she even have an inheritance? No, that wasn't right.

She raised her eyebrows at his blatant innuendos. They weren't...unpleasant. Just...obvious. Discussing their issues, interesting. She looked over him appraising. Not bad. He must be desperate if he was interested in her, though. So what was wrong with him? Why didn't he have a little trail of devoted girls? He looked like he should have. Hoping there wasn't a fatal flaw, such as his being a sociopath, she nodded slightly. " Maybe we should. " Not the wittiest reply, but better than blushing and giggling, to be sure.

Something was off, though. It took her a moment or two to work it out; he hadn't responded to her question about his name. As in, he had completely ignored it. That was...weird. She smiled at the rest of his speech, not answering for a moment as she frowned slightly. Why was he refusing to tell her his name? A slightly sick feeling spread through her stomach as she again thought of the stranger on the IM system... Morpheus. The one who had threatened her with...various badness. Such as bone breaking. And cake. He had also called her 'honey' and 'doll'. She'd admit that both were fairly common nicknames, but... It made sense.

Oh, crap. He'd also said that he was a dancer on chat. This really wasn't good. Although... Why hadn't he already tried to kill her or whatever? She couldn't work it out, but decided that she was going to leave, quickly, before he decided to. Abruptly standing up, she picked up all her books, pressing them to her chest with both arms, and backed away from the boy - Morph? - quickly. " I have to go now. Um, for... Stuff. " Spinning around, she mentally cursed herself - for stuff? - and hurried in the opposite direction, towards the girls dorms. Praying that he wasn't planning on murdering her, she hugged the books closer to her, wondering if she could use them as a weapon. They were pretty damn heavy.

[morpheusbrown]

Morph nodded as if to say ‘Shrinks, who needs ‘em?’ and leaned forwards to touch Jess’s cheek. “Sure we should, sugar.” He muttered, feeling the taut skin on her face across her bones. He wondered if it was uncomfortable with all the sharp bones around. It couldn’t be very nice. Morph nearly snorted. He was all about not very nice. He was beginning to think like that pathetic Laura kid. He remembered her saying that over the IMs. ‘That’s not very nice.’ Absolutely pathetic.

Uh oh. Something had clicked. Apparently Jessiekins wasn’t as thick as she appeared, or maybe she just had a lucky guess. Or was a good actor. He watched her take a few steps down the corridor before he took quick strides towards her and grabbed her upper arm, pushing her against a wall. “Listen Jessiekins,” he breathed, all trace of his previous charming demeanour gone, “You’re not telling anyone a word, got it? And if you do… I’ll tear out your hair one piece at a time and make you eat it.”

He was snarling at her, had become animalistic. He was bigger than her, stronger, and he had her trapped against the wall. The thought gave him another rush as he looked down on her small form, both hating and pitying her at the same time. No way was she telling anyone. He’d spent two weeks in iso just for typing and he wasn’t going back unless he had something to show for it. “How about we have a little arrangement, hmm? You don’t tell anyone about anything I do and in return…” He leaned in close, whispering in her ear, “I won’t tear you to shreds. Sound like a plan, Jessiekins? Or do I need to add details?” He probably would have kissed her if he hadn’t been sure she’d scream. He smirked to himself as he waited for an answer.

[Jessica Air]

Surprising. Very surprising. She was actually looking forward to spending time with Yvonne. Or at least, nice time in her dorm, where she wasn't going to be force-fed chocolate cake by a psychotic freak. It felt like she had only been walking for a second when she heard footsteps behind her; she'd increased her pace, as had the boy. Almost shrieking with shock s someone grabbed her arm, Jessica sank her teeth deep into her lower lip as she felt her back hit the wall behind her. She'd nearly dropped her books from a combination of force, pain and slight fear, but managed to cling onto them. Why did she have the feeling that Morph - she was sure it was him now - would be annoyed with her if she dropped them on his foot? And annoyed, bigger, stronger people weren't usually good. And books could be thrown at heads, if needed.

Clinging onto the second thought, which offered her some slight comfort, Jess stared wide-eyed at the freak holding her to a wall. Could she sue for this? Harassment? Threatening... What was the word for that? Blackmail, that was it. And she was sure that she could sue. The thing was, Morph - eus - would probably consider suing to be 'telling anyone a word', and she didn't particularly want to eat her own hair. Did hair have calories? She was reasonably sure that it did, and she had a lot of hair. But... What a ridiculous threat. If it hadn't been such a 'laugh and I'll punch you' situation, she would have laughed.

Deciding it was best to stay quiet, she glared at him while he spoke. ' You don't tell anyone about anything I do... ' Dear God. If her parents could see the sort of place they'd sent her to... They'd be sorry they hadn't listened when she'd told them that she wasn't anorexic. And buy her things to make up for it. Like that Louis Vuitton bag that cost a few thousand dollars. Temporarily distracted, she imagined how awesome it'd look with her heels, the one she hadn't been allowed to take because they had heels, and--- That jerk had called her 'Jessiekins'. Thinking back, it was the second time that he'd used that irritating, degrading nickname.

Trying not to shake with mild terror - not that she was scared, or anything - Jessica casually tested her arm to see if she could move. And...she couldn't. What a surprise. Trying to act as though she hadn't wanted to move it in the first place, she nibbled her lib unconsciously. Was this the part where she told him to go to hell and called him Morpheus? She wasn't sure if that would get her killed, or if he'd give up and leave. Was that something she wanted to risk? Not particularly. " You can't stop me from telling people whatever I want to tell them. " She glared at him defiantly, not caring that her voice was little more than a whisper. " And don't you dare threaten me. Oh, and stop calling me...that! Or... " Damnit. She needed to come up with some better threats. 'Or I'll hurt you' didn't sound too good when the person you were threatening was looking down at you, smirking. " Just... What are you going to do? " Her voice was soft and expressionless. She hated giving in. Although... She did like her hair. And she would prefer that it 1. stayed attached to her scalp, and 2. was not force-fed to her.