Akasha Labinnac ::: District 9

"Mommy, what is my name?"

"Your name is Akasha Livie Labbinac"

"How old am I"

"You are 7, but will be 18 eventually."

"When was I born?"

" Your birthday is the 18th of August."

"Am I a boy or a girl?"

"Girl, but you act like a boy"

"What is this place called?"

"It's called home. Home is called District 9"

" I love you mommy."

" Love you too my princess"

~The Way You Move Poisons my Soul~

Curves, that all I can see. The blood pumping through my body. The way she walks. She knows that she's hot. She knows everything about herself that nobody else knows. She's like a drug. My drug. Something I don't ever want to give up. The way her skin is lightly tanned. Her hazel eyes that always seem to pull me in. The way her eyes seem to look at me. How she always has a slightly different look on her face. She will complete me. She will become a part of my collection in one way or another. I will break her heart. I smile, because now she's getting closer. Her hips swinging back and forth in that seductive way.

Eventually she gets into reach and my hard calloused fingers touch the sides of her hips. Her silky soft skin feels so nice under my fingers, and I practically melt. Her body just all the perfect lengths, exactly how a person would want her. I hear her murmur something but I've now pulled her closer to me. She's not fighting back or anything. My heart is rapidly beating now. She's looking at me in the eyes, and me into hers. The eyes that put me into a trance. She smiles.

“I love you” My voice is deep and low. She simply smiles and repeats my words adding a too on the end. I slide my shirt off and I let her observe my body. The way that she's looking at me though. It's not the same as when we first met, but I don't care. I'll do anything for her. Slowly she takes off her own shirt and I slide my hands around her abdomen. It's fat enough that her rib cage isn't showing. It's flat. More or less flat enough to eat off of. I glance up at her face and I tangle my fingers into her hair. Her hair that I can’t get enough of. I begin kissing her. Slowly at first and then getting more passionately.

By the time that we're both naked, I realize that she's not as perfect as I expected her to be. There are scars on her body, that strangely resemble claw marks, and there is what looks like a bite on her leg. However, I've gone this far and I'm not ready to turn back quite yet. I don’t think she wants to go back either. Her looks are what initially drew me in and now...Now they don’t seem to satisfy me as much as her personality does. It’s just that she’s a bit much for me. She may seem perfect but I don’t entirely like another girl who is perfect. Besides, there is my conscious mentioning that sleeping with another woman besides the one who bore my child is wrong. Then again, everything I do is immoral and wrong.

I gently take one of my hands and caress her soft face. Her long luscious brown hair is gorgeous, her face is magnificent, and those eyes of hers are memorizing. The shape of her face is utterly breathtaking, and even something so unattractive as her nose is suddenly a little too perfect. Just the subtle way her lips are able to bend so easily into either a smile or a frown entices me. Her ears are nicely centered, and her facials show everything despite being so mysterious.

I think it’s her eyes though honestly. They just seem to pull me in with an unbreakable bond. She’ll stare at me and I’ll stare right back. Making sure that I try my hardest to reach out of her. To touch her very soul, and walk away. The thing is, she never lets me get all that close. It’s almost as if....she’s hiding something such as a secret. However, I know that to not be true. It’s all just something to lure a guy in right? Everyone likes a good mystery.

That’s when things start to get a bit freakier. I’m now noticing that’s she getting more into me, quite literally this time. I feel her claw like nails digging into my skin, and I can’t help but yelp out in pain. When I tell her to stop it; she doesn't stop. Instead all she does is dig her nails in deeper. By now, I know this was a mistake. I should have never have done this, and I only hope my wife and daughter will be able to survive without me in their life. I’m glancing at the woman who is now on top of me, and I look at her body. She’s mostly skin and bones but she’s still so gorgeous. She has lured me in with her charms and is now going in for the kill.

It’s just like that. I see the reflecting light on a blade that she has pulled out of somewhere. I know that my life will now end quickly and painlessly, or so that is what I hope. All I wish for of the moment is to make sure that my wife does not endure the same deadly fate.

=I am Who I Never Was=

You are now a killer. You stare down at your pray on his blood covered sheets. You hope that Dhaval and Muskox will be satisfied with the food you've brought them this time around. You know that this man has a wife, and that they were going away for a weekend. That’s the whole reason why you attacked him now and not later. Him and his wife were going to have a nice little vacation away from their home. After all it was obvious that they would be caught by Peacekeepers. Nothing is ever all that simple anymore. It’s all just something that happens in life. Your smiles fades and you glance at him. The way that his body lies on the bed like that, it’s something that sickens even you.

You start to clean up your mess, after all, just because you’ll kill his wife next doesn't mean you should leave the house a wreck. It’s just the courteous thing to do. Although it’s something your brothers wouldn't know too much of. Considering they never seemed to pick up on that trait from your mother, but then again, they aren't like your mother at all. You’re the only one who seemed to pick up her traits, and her appearance. She was sweet and kind and loving, but not in the way that you are. She loved everybody and you; you only love your brothers. Your heart is incapable of loving anybody else except for a bite to eat.

The door opens and you see a woman standing right there in front of you. Instinctively, you pounce at her and start typing her up with the ribbons from the curtains. She’s cursing you out and swearing at you, and your eyes can’t help but swell up. Your hands are curled and ready to strike at her if absolutely needed. Although, you would prefer if this was something done without dirtying your nails. She’s now given up and is in tears. You know how things like this work, you show sympathy and she will escape to tell others of what you did. You know that it’s all just a plan to get you killed. It’s something that you won’t fall into. Showing any sort of sympathy to your victims is always a mistake. It’s best to kill them and let them pass on to the other world.

After all, she would be back with her dear beloved sweetheart. She would be with the person that she loved most of all, and all thanks to you. You helped reunite her with her husband, and she would be grateful towards you eventually. You know what is best for people in a situation like this, and that’s all that needed to happen. You glance over at her husband, and frown. Your father treated you like his little princess, and you feel a slight pang of sympathy to know that this man will no longer have the chance to take care of a little princess of his own.

You glance at the woman, again, and you realize that you haven’t done anything to kill her. She’s trapped in the bindings you made from her curtains. You realize that if she did escape, that she would have no more reason to live, and that she has given up on her life. You climb on top of this woman whom you have no intention of letting live. You look down into her face and watch the hot wet tears slide down. The fact that she’s so terrified of dying makes it so you can’t help but keep a straight face. If you mother left you, this woman should have no issues leaving her living life. Slowly but surely you wrap your arms around her head and you hear a whining coming from her mouth. The sound makes you laugh, and the next sound that rings through the room is a clear snap emitted from her neck.

One more person has died at your hands, and you have no remorse whatsoever. If you did you might be captured and sentenced to death. Which death doesn't really scare you too much. The thing that scares you is the aspect of your siblings not being able to care for themselves. You love your siblings dearly, and would kill anybody who did anything to hurt them. However, you would not make that’s person’s death so pleasant and quick. Your family is one of the many things that still matter to you in this lifetime.


-All my Past Tales Wound Together Into Me-

I stare at the woman on the ground. Stupid wife deserved it, but what was she talking about when she mentioned family. Did she mean her husband, or was she talking about her parents and siblings.....I don’t even want to think about what else she could have meant. After all, you didn't see anything about them mentioning a son or a daughter...

The thing is, the more and more that I stare at them makes me think of my parents, and how they loved me and my brothers as a family. How every time I saw them together that they were in love. The way that they held each other’s hands or kissed each other. They way that they kissed my forehead and the way that they taught me how to love my brothers and take care for them.

That’s when I hear tiny little bare feet making their way into the room, and a high pitched squeak that comes from a floor board. I turn around and there is a little girl in front of me. Her eyes are wide and have tears in them. She reminds me of me. Her cries start and I reach out for her, but all she does is whine and I want her to stop. The echos of her cries bounce around in my head and bring back memories. The memories of me caring for my little brothers, and the cries of the babies I killed, and the cries of the baby that I never cared for. The silent cries that haunt me at night.

“SHUT UP!” I’m shaking now and holding back the tears.

“STOP IT!” I’m clenching my teeth and I’ve now gotten down to the child’s level. I’m shaking her as hard as I can, and I still hear the screams. The ones that I let loose when I had found out that my baby was a stillborn. My hands are now on her neck and she can hardly breath. The noises coming from her mouth are now nothing but little squeaks here and there. My eyes are wide and crazed. I clench my teeth and lick my lips. Dhaval will eat her heart, something so sweet and tender. Unlike mine.

As I look the girl in the eyes I can tell she’s begging for me to stop, and she knows that I won’t but she keeps trying anyways. It’s nothing that she can stop all by her lonesome. She knows that maybe it would be easier for death to just let me kill her. Like my parents killed me. Like how I killed all those people. She knew that maybe life would be horrible without her parents and maybe that’s why she gave up. My eyes are lined with tears that won’t stop and I’m forcing my bloodied hands on this girl who I know doesn’t deserve it at all. On the girl of who I am filled with jealousy at for she has a family and I don’t.

Then, she goes limp in my arms, and I can’t help but pull her body towards mine and hug her. The poor girl would be safe in her parent’s arms. The place where I wish to be someday. To be held again in my parent’s arms with no damnation. Just to be a child again, that’s all I want.

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