"You're so weird" He said with a laugh. "but that's good. It makes you different from other girls"
"Like one of the guys?" Her smile faded. "I've been that before, it's not really my thing."
"No, not like that. It makes you interesting"
"Yeah." She stared out at the skyline.
They sat silently there for what seemed like hours. Neither wanted to go back to the house, back to the roles life had picked for them.
"You can't save me, you know." She said after awhile.
"I know." He pushed her hair out of her face, "But you can. You have such strength, if only you would use it instead of giving up."
"I don't give up, that implies I fought at one point." She stood up to leave but he grabbed her arm.
"Don't let them take you tonight" He warned, "please just this once don't be so passive."
"I will do what I have to if it means we survive... I can't lose you."
"You don't even know me. Everyone thinks you're crazy for talking to me there's no reason for you to risk so much to save me."
"We are the same," Her eyes look far away into some unseen world, " Neither people nor underlings nor gods. Something less and more. This world was not meant for us."
"So why can't we take what should be ours and mold the rest into a world for us?"
"Millions would die, again. I can't live with that."
"And I can't live with this." He stood in front of her, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Seeing them kill you so many times. Over and over again. I have held you're lifeless body day after day, carried you up to that room. Every time knowing this could be the last."
"Then we are at an impasse for tonight." Her voice was cold; he had crossed a line. "I'll be here tomorrow night, perhaps tempers will be cooler then."
She gathered her clothes and made her way across the rooftops back to her window. All the while avoiding his watchful eyes.
"Every time you die my dear I realize there's so much I've left unsaid" He whispered to the winds, "Survive, I know you have it in you."
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
WTS
A woman's screams and the sounds of a fight echoed through the halls. He sighed in exasperation as the cries filtered into the round room. He shook the dark hair out of his eyes, scanned the room, and went back to the mechanical device in his hands. It was a simple room; two beds along the wall- one for him and one for her- a desk with a lamp, and a lamp over the bed he was on now. His bed.
The screams stopped.
A few moments passed in silence... then the metal doors of the room slid open and two silhouetted guards walked in, dragging the limp form of a girl between them. They walked to the center of the room and released her. After the doors hissed shut the girl began to stand, but instead let out a groan of pain and fell back down. He watched her try a few more times, then finally put the device down and went over to her.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. Picked her up in his arms and carried her over to other bed. "You shouldn't resist" He wrapped a blanket around her, "All your efforts do is hurt you more."
"You have no idea what they do to me," She shivered. "What He does to me."
"Even so, you should be more compliant. They did give you a safe place to sleep."
"A place to sleep, yes. Safe, no." She argued. "I am a toy for them."
"You aren't even that," he yelled. "You are nothing to them, You are worthless. The only reason you are still here is because He thinks you will bend to His wishes."
"Never." She whispered, "I would die first."
"They won't let you die." He grabbed her hair and jerked her around so her eyes met his. He saw an unfathomable hollowness in her eyes, like the only thing that kept her fighting was survival instincts. He didn't care what they did to her, he had gotten her out of that hellhole and she should have been willing to do anything to keep from going back. "You act like I have done nothing for you." He walked back to his bed.
"You took me away from there, and I thank you." She said solemnly, "But you brought me here, and for that... I may never forgive you."
At that remark, he snatched up one of the tools on his bed and threw it at her. She flinched, just narrowly missing it.
"Next time He comes," He said going back to the device, "Be quiet, don't fight back. Just pretend you're somewhere else. Somewhere... Happy; and maybe, just maybe, it will all be over quickly."
His words hung in the air, silence surrounded it but could not etch away at it. She watched him work long into the night, unable to sleep. Afraid to sleep. Afraid to even breathe. Reality was bad enough, but now her dreams had turned on her. Hazy visions of what had been crept into her view. Memories and imagination melded together, twisting her world into darkness...
* * *
Something moved along her thigh. It was cold, her blanket was gone. She awoke in His room. Chain links clinked against each other as she moved her leg. Cold metal cuffs held her limbs. The thick form of a man moved above her. "Good, you're awake," His voice said, "Now you can enjoy this." He got off her and went over to the table on the other side of the room. He raised a glass of water to his lips. She sat up and looked around the room for a blade. "You can't break free of those chains my dear." He started back toward the bed.
* * *
A solemn figure emerges from the debris that night. A pale girl, who finally left that place; with its horrors and monsters trapped within.
The screams stopped.
A few moments passed in silence... then the metal doors of the room slid open and two silhouetted guards walked in, dragging the limp form of a girl between them. They walked to the center of the room and released her. After the doors hissed shut the girl began to stand, but instead let out a groan of pain and fell back down. He watched her try a few more times, then finally put the device down and went over to her.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. Picked her up in his arms and carried her over to other bed. "You shouldn't resist" He wrapped a blanket around her, "All your efforts do is hurt you more."
"You have no idea what they do to me," She shivered. "What He does to me."
"Even so, you should be more compliant. They did give you a safe place to sleep."
"A place to sleep, yes. Safe, no." She argued. "I am a toy for them."
"You aren't even that," he yelled. "You are nothing to them, You are worthless. The only reason you are still here is because He thinks you will bend to His wishes."
"Never." She whispered, "I would die first."
"They won't let you die." He grabbed her hair and jerked her around so her eyes met his. He saw an unfathomable hollowness in her eyes, like the only thing that kept her fighting was survival instincts. He didn't care what they did to her, he had gotten her out of that hellhole and she should have been willing to do anything to keep from going back. "You act like I have done nothing for you." He walked back to his bed.
"You took me away from there, and I thank you." She said solemnly, "But you brought me here, and for that... I may never forgive you."
At that remark, he snatched up one of the tools on his bed and threw it at her. She flinched, just narrowly missing it.
"Next time He comes," He said going back to the device, "Be quiet, don't fight back. Just pretend you're somewhere else. Somewhere... Happy; and maybe, just maybe, it will all be over quickly."
His words hung in the air, silence surrounded it but could not etch away at it. She watched him work long into the night, unable to sleep. Afraid to sleep. Afraid to even breathe. Reality was bad enough, but now her dreams had turned on her. Hazy visions of what had been crept into her view. Memories and imagination melded together, twisting her world into darkness...
* * *
Something moved along her thigh. It was cold, her blanket was gone. She awoke in His room. Chain links clinked against each other as she moved her leg. Cold metal cuffs held her limbs. The thick form of a man moved above her. "Good, you're awake," His voice said, "Now you can enjoy this." He got off her and went over to the table on the other side of the room. He raised a glass of water to his lips. She sat up and looked around the room for a blade. "You can't break free of those chains my dear." He started back toward the bed.
* * *
A solemn figure emerges from the debris that night. A pale girl, who finally left that place; with its horrors and monsters trapped within.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
8/28/11
"It's amazing how quickly love turns into disgust when betrayal is involved." She said around a mouthful of meat.
"How can you be so cold?" Kath glared at her behind iron bars, "She loved him."
"Yes," She swallowed, "but that was a long time ago. Time changed both of them. She was never able to forgive him, I always expected she'd do something like this."
"How do you know that? She never even hinted at something like this."
"I'm a woman. I wouldn't have let him live if he had done that."
"Your kind is...." Kath stopped himself as blue flames began to dance across her fingers.
"Wait here," She moved cautiously toward the entrance of her tent. "and stay quiet. We don't want you getting hurt again."
Kath smiled to himself as she left the tent, only she would use the same term for a small cut to a titan bite. Maybe she could help him fight this infection before he killed off entire villages. After all she clearly had suffered the same thing.
"How can you be so cold?" Kath glared at her behind iron bars, "She loved him."
"Yes," She swallowed, "but that was a long time ago. Time changed both of them. She was never able to forgive him, I always expected she'd do something like this."
"How do you know that? She never even hinted at something like this."
"I'm a woman. I wouldn't have let him live if he had done that."
"Your kind is...." Kath stopped himself as blue flames began to dance across her fingers.
"Wait here," She moved cautiously toward the entrance of her tent. "and stay quiet. We don't want you getting hurt again."
Kath smiled to himself as she left the tent, only she would use the same term for a small cut to a titan bite. Maybe she could help him fight this infection before he killed off entire villages. After all she clearly had suffered the same thing.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A Sythe in Winter
A cold wind blew through the trees, depriving the few bodies still outside of their warmth. Alya barely felt the wind rush past her as she stood on her perch. She had no heat left for the cold to steal. Despite the conditions she remained ever vigilant, awaiting the promised visitor. Everyday for a month she waited for him. But her wait would be over tonight, she felt it in her soul. Nothing could persuade her away from her post today, the hours crept past and still she keep her eyes towards the horizon. Waiting for him.
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