don't {lurk} near danger // (axel)

don't {lurk} near danger // (axel) Apr 4, 2013 12:38:22 GMT -5

Post by Meghan on Apr 4, 2013 12:38:22 GMT -5

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Beatrice Birch.

It's the darkness that cloaks me as I step from the path and into the alley-way, escaping the firm hold the trainers insisted on instilling within my rotting heart. This walk has never felt so alone before, and the sorrow overtook me before I had a door to lock behind me and a soft bed to throw myself upon. His presence echoed across every wall and in every swing of a sword or slice of a knife. I had no outlet for my release here, the time to destroy the nameless figure had passed and the crushing reality of my true alone-ness weighed upon my shoulders with stark grief. It took all my energy to wander down the forgotten road and to collapse against a wall of grimy memories, a place where I can fall into the sorrow and let it overtake my meek form.

The leather jacket I had thrown clumsily over my shoulders fell into the ashes of forgotten smoke as my body shook uncontrollably, the sobs twisting and tearing into my very core with a loud wail. For once, I was thankful of the quiet, of the forgotten speech and steady air. He had disappeared on me

[/color], and it was only the tears that could pull me from the shadows. I miss your strong arms, you forgotten bastard, I miss them desperately and I can't believe you chose to abandon me. Lies indwell within my entire being, and no matter what I do, I can't seem to shake them off. They've become me,[/b][/color] and I couldn't help but believe their pitied messages. I feel alone because I feel abandoned.

The serenity of my surroundings soon lost its thunder as the scurry of footsteps surrounds me. My escape had not gone unnoticed after all, and a boy built like a tower stands above me, a sneer resting on his gnarly lips as dark eyes meet my emerald vision. I try to ignore him, to curl further within myself but his booming laugh becomes my envelope.

"What do we have here? A lost sparrow wandering off from her nest to hide among the thorns? How lucky am I to discover you, eh, princess?" The boy shouts and sings as he steps even closer to my cowardice. "I'm here to rescue you, my lovely, oh lovely Beatrice. It's not safe for a frail, mourning woman like yourself to be alone in a dark, scary alleyway such as this one." He crouched down and dug his slimy orbs further into the entrance to my supposed soul.

I draw in a fragile breath and mutter, "Fuck off, asshole." But that only causes him to laugh more, pulling his mouth back like a jackal. The look of benevolent pity, and dare I say it, scheming makes my skin crawl and I back into the wall even more.

"My, oh my, a lady with an attitude! That would never pass in a court, now would it?" He laughs again and leans in further. "I suppose the brave knight ought to correct the misspoken lady, don't you think? It would be a disaster for one with a character such as yours to be seen in public without the correction of the gentle knight." I squirm as he pushes his face even closer to mine, the little space between us becoming increasingly clearer.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demand but he only smirks and gives me a wink. "Oh shut up, Beatrice, you'll enjoy this. It'll take your mind off things." I begin to panic and my breath escapes in raspy fear as I turn my head away from his in a weak attempt to escape his impending violation.

"Now that won't do, will it?" The boy mutters before grabbing my tangled hair with his fist. I can feel my heart lurch as my peer turns my head with a forceful tug and slams his mouth into mine with a disgusting display of male strength. Hot fear rolls out of my face as I will it to be over and attempt to fight back the bile as he shoves his tongue through my squeezed lips. I take my opportunity and bite on the fleshly muscle with all my dwindling strength. A yelp of sudden pain crawls from his throat and into my mouth and he pulls back just enough to hold his free hand to his bleeding lips.

"You fucking bitch." A feral snarl escapes him and before I have time to register the consequences of my action his hand flies back before launching a sharp assault on my cheeks. They burn, and I know the marks from this struggle would be awake for the world to see in the morning ~~if I survived until the morning~~. His hand tightens his hold on my hair and he throws his entire body onto mine with impressive force, and grabbing hold of my neck with teeth and lips alike, painting his painful love bites onto it's white canvass. He's having fun with this game of struggle-and-control, and it makes the twisting in my stomach gurgle even more.

I would do anything to end this pain.
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The sorrowful sparrow
will steal your heart
& steal your {soul}.
Tread carefully,
and step lightly
for she has lost
her {s i g h t}.
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don't {lurk} near danger // (axel) Apr 4, 2013 21:01:01 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Apr 4, 2013 21:01:01 GMT -5

Wandering, wandering, wandering that was all my life was now, my training had come to an end, I was to old to be the next male tribute for the Hunger Games. Now most of my days were spent wandering around the district looking for work. Not that many people needed a muscle bound brute with a timid personality though to work for them. I wasn't like most of the members of my rather violent district, were they trained to kill kill kill, I wanted to help the other districts. I had hoped that I would be able to get into the Games and make a statement to the Gamemakers, show them how terrible it truly was. Even that though was nothing more than a faint dream now, the whim of a child. I had to grow up now, had to face the facts that I couldn't provide help to anyone.

Leaning back against a wall I watched as some of the younger trainees for the Games made there way to the facilities to begin their long day of training. A senseless endeavour more or less considering they would all most likely face death in the Games or wind up being beaten senseless in training. I had been lucky, my size alone had protected me from the abuse that normally came with the training. An intimidation factor you could probably call it, in truth I was a gentle giant, choosing only to use my strength when and where it was necessary. Today though, today I would do something different, every day I had taken note of a girl that would slip out of training and wander the streets alone. This in and of itself wouldn't be dangerous...but there were people out there, people who would take advantage of her. Today I would keep an eye on her if only to make sure that she stayed safe.

Reaching the facility I sat outside waiting for her to emerge as she usually did around this time...only...she wasn't coming. Rising with a sigh from the bench I looked around and walked towards the square...if she wasn't here than that meant something had happened to her. My footsteps were quiet at first, but the more I thought of that girl the faster my steps became. I rounded a corner on one of the empty streets and immediately my pace slowed and I began to listen. I crept along the street until I heard what sounded like a muffled cry of pain. Breaking into a run I reached an alley way and looked in to find a young man, probably my age or a year or two younger, with the girl that I had sought to protect. With a yell of rage I charged into the alley and grabbed a hold of the back of the boy only to have him swing his elbow and have it connect with my jaw with a cracking sound.

My head snapped back and I felt blood flowing into my mouth as I moved in again. Bringing my fist around to the side of his face I grabbed him with my other hand to drag him off. His own fist swung back knocking me in the nose, and I knew immediately it was broken by the sickening crunch and the salty taste of blood. With a roar I lifted him bodily from the girl and I heard a yelp of surprise from him as I slammed his frame into the wall off to our side. This was her chance, the girl had to take it now because I couldn't hold him for much longer. I yelled out to her, but my words were muffled and sloppy from the blood flowing into my mouth, and I knew she wouldn't be able to here what I said to her. All I could do was hope that she was able to recover quickly enough to run away.

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