"Listen to me. I am a chameleon called Cain and I can teach you many things I do not care to teach you, but at the moment I must. I can change my color to accommodate any backdrop in the forest, I can shift with the wind by smelling it. I can find my way through the natural and the manmade jungles. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta.... Delta is for Charlie and Charlie is for Cain. I am Cain. I am death. And I must tell you who I am and lose you."

Trigger Happy [Selene and Bourne]


Selene’s cheek stung, the corner of her lip bleeding where his knuckle had broken skin. A muscle in her jaw flexed as she kept her face turned and her eyes downward. She did not move as Jason made for the door, did not lift her head until the front door slammed closed.

Without much thought, Selene turned off the light, closed the door to the gun room. Silently, her body carried her to the kitchen, where two empty mugs sat on the counter. Pale hands pushed against the cool granite as she tongued the blood from her lip, and in a flurry of fury and hurt, Selene grabbed one of the mugs and threw it across the room. The ceramic shattered against the farthest wall, burst into tiny fragments, just like the pieces of her already unsteady composure. Selene crouched on the floor and wiped a trembling hand over her face.

Bourne had silently stormed from the apartment and down the flight of stairs. He had slowly lost control with each step; David Webb was gone, taking his humanity with him and leaving only the killer, Jason Bourne, behind.

The streets were hardly crowded but they weren’t completely desolate and most of the people still retained enough intelligence to steer clear of the man. Unfortunately, some didn’t.

+Sorry didn't see this til now;  +trigger happy;  +rain puts me at ease;  +not quite what you expected;  
  1. xprodigium reblogged this from re-bourne and added:
    Selene waited until she heard Bourne turn from the door and move to his room before she came inside. Cowardly, she knew....
  2. re-bourne reblogged this from xprodigium and added:
    His face contorted into an unreadable expression, fingers clenching painfully at the solid countertop. Bourne watched...