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The Angel's Lament (Arx!VT) Aug 28, 2016 19:51:20 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Aug 28, 2016 19:51:20 GMT -5

Why am I seeing him? Why do I care? Why should I care who killed my psychopath of a brother? I don't and I never will. Minos had meant almost nothing to her, since he left her with the mother who didn't have a care in the world. Minos lost all respect that she could give to him that night when he killed Talos in cold blood. Never to be seen by her eyes again, even though she was his only friend in life, but none of that mattered. Minos Vallanso was dead and Melody was alive. Alive and broken, but somehow still alive altogether.

Steady steps as she marches through the district to find the one and only. The memory of her mother telling her to face Justice because she couldn't face him. It had all been about the way Justice would speak from the way she saw him killing her brother that truly pushed her to confront the District One, not the fact that he was attractive and probably just as good at killing people as creating pleasure in women. His words were as smooth as the rocky ground that they live upon. That's all she knew about him and the fact that he had killed her step brother by cutting him up, slash after slash.

Melody never truly had a strong bond with her brother, but she had known everything there ever was to know about him, through Minos' own words and through the words of their mother, only their mother was a fake mother to herself. A fake mother with too many problems that Melody couldn't handle all by herself. Her father had turned his back upon her too, forcing her to become the independent girl that she was. No safety net for the destruction that had come after the storm known as Minos Vallanso. Melody Vallanso was left as the ashes of a broken family, if she could even call them all family.

As she walks towards the place she would expect to find Justice Fray, the killer of Minos Vallanso, she can't help but lift her head up in confidence. No matter what she said to Justice, all that would come from the boy would be a sorry, but she didn't need that. Neither did her fake mother. Her fake mother needed death to feel happy, while Melody only needed to see the man in front of her to see if she would be happy. There was something deep inside of her gut that just wanted to see the man who cut her step brother down, ending the only person she ever truly called her brother and had been the only family she had left in all of his craziness with drugs. All she needed was closure from his death and be able to move on with her own thing.

She can see him now, inside the building that Minos had went into to serve his death. Minos had been in the same position on the ground she had walked. Minos had seen the building, the way she could see it now. Nothing ever terrified Melody, nothing has ever had the chance to terrify her, but standing before the building that had been known for sending kids off to their death made her on edge. As she scans the area searching for the one and only person who had killed her brother, her heart pounds against her chest. The world had been normal, until she had her real mother die on her, then everything went and pulled her apart, limb from limb. Everything was broken and beaten, but she still stood tall as her eyes caught sight of the man.

"Justice!" The word sounds so foreign to her, but yet it's the man's name. The irony in just his name made her laugh the day she first heard it, what justice did a man have for killing someone like Minos Vallanso. Crazy or not, there was no reason to kill him, but she could never understand. She could never understand the hardships all of the living and dead faced in the Hunger Games. All she could think of was to avoid the matter, even if it was something that would make her parents break even more. Enjoyment of the site might be worth it, but she couldn't. Not when she watched Minos fight to his very last breath, even if it was a weak fight.

As she eyed him, she could tell that everything about him had a certain light. Something that she could recognize as human, just like the rest of them. Melody stand there, pushing her hair to the side. Words fling out calmly, "I would say it's an honor to meet you, but that doesn't feel right." A smile pulls at her cheeks, a friendly smile that she hadn't used in a long time. Her arms cross softly as she mentally remembers the image of Justice Fray for future reference. Her words flow out softly like a melody of words, "I just wanted to see you for myself before you leave. I'm Melody. Melody Vallanso. And you're Justice Fray, the attractive man who killed my step brother. I just wanted to talk if that's okay? I promise I don't bite." A smirk and a wink at the end, she stands firmly, the world spinning around her. She was the destruction left behind, but that's exactly how she would have wanted it in the end.

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The Angel's Lament (Arx!VT) Sept 2, 2016 12:00:23 GMT -5

Post by arx on Sept 2, 2016 12:00:23 GMT -5

JUSTICE FRAY

"didn't wanna be a ghost but
you pushed me over and over"

I've already found my new best friend. Seven districts deep into the tour and I've already found someone who makes me smile, laugh—someone who keeps me going and makes me weak in the knee. She warms me from the inside out and she fits so perfectly in my hand I know it must be true love. I've been told multiple times to keep her hidden for the audience's sake, but I'll always rattle off the same excuse: "I just won the Hunger Games, I'm celebrating!" Luckily for me, I think only Opal can see through that lie.

Her name is Cherry. Cherry Vodka. And though I know she's toxic and all wrong for me, I can't help press my lips to hers and drink until the bottle is empty and she's got nothing more to offer. But all I want to do is forget. And she helps. It helps.

I thought I could do it. I thought that this victory tour would come and go and I'd be home in no time. I thought I could look every family in the face and give my deepest and most sincere apologies for their loss. I had dreamed of living this life without lying; now everything I do is just one big lie, just like it always had been. When do I get to start being someone new? Because it certainly didn't start when I cracked Roger's skull in half. And it still hasn't started now that I'm free. Alive. When do I get to start living?

But I'm chained to a bottle and I don't care to break free. Because it's the only thing that makes my memories feel more like dreams and my reality more like a fairy tale.

So as I step off the train with a blur to my vision I smile. Because maybe I'll forget all of this in the morning. Maybe District 5 will be nothing but a black hole in mind and I'll never have to remember looking into his family's eyes. ('You're pretty good at killing for a boy who says he hates fighting.') And I nod because that little voice in my head is right, isn't it? That's what they all think. Pretty boy, big ego, all talk, no heart. A fraud, a fake, a Career, a killer. Nothing new. Nothing.

I go through the lines on the note card, rattle off the words like I'm reading a script for the very first time. My lips stumble through the sentences and chuckle when I make a mistake. Like this is all some sort of joke or a nightmare that I'll wake up from so what does it matter what I do? It's over in the blink of an eye. And I'm turning on my heel in such a rush to get away from this fucking place that I nearly miss it.

"Justice!"

I'm so close to being home free; I can see the train doors sliding open. But a girl steps into my line of vision and I suppose I've got no choice but to listen to her. She eyes me up so I smile, my head spinning but not enough that I won't remember the devious gleam in her eye and the smirk on her face. Fuck. Tomorrow I'll wake up with a hangover and the memory of this conversation.

"I would say it's an honor to meet you, but that doesn't feel right."

You and me both, babe.

"I just wanted to see you for myself before you leave. I'm Melody. Melody Vallanso."

And as distracting as her flirtatious stance is, I have to close my eyes for my moment and take a deep breath, focusing on pushing away the memory of my axe buried in Minos Vallanso's chest. And when the memory fades in my mind and red fills the back of my eyelids I open my eyes to watch her lips promise not to bite.

She winks, I smirk. The same dance and same act I've done my entire life. And it's simple and easy—a comfort that I can't let pass me by, a routine so familiar that I don't even hesitate.

"Sit in my lap and you can do all the biting you want, baby," I say with the same old smirk and same old hungry, devious look playing in my eyes. "And we can talk, but you should know I have this condition where I can't hear a single word you're saying unless you're naked."

I raise my eyebrows.

"I was diagnosed a few years ago," I grin, bite my lip. "Tragic, I know."

And just like always--

I've already forgotten her name.

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The Angel's Lament (Arx!VT) Sept 5, 2016 12:33:22 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Sept 5, 2016 12:33:22 GMT -5

Alcohol. It sits upon his breath like a poison to his mind and body. Alcohol was the savior from everything she could have thought of. Her father took up the habit after her mother had perished from illness. Alcohol was something that Minos had often, when she would find him on the streets, rummaging through homes to find anything to stall the addiction problems he had. Melody had seen alcohol at it's best and worst. She had given into its allure all too quickly herself, but it could mean anything for Justice to be having some. It's a smell she can determine in an instant. And all she wanted to do was get drunk as soon as she smelt it. Drink the memories of Minos away for good.

She had stood in front of his escape from the district. Blocking the path of freedom for Justice Fray. That's what she was too him, another girl who was just there for a fun time. That wasn't why she was there. That's not what she wanted him to think. Melody was there to clear some things up with Justice Fray. She was there to do what her mother couldn't. She was there to do what her father was too afraid to do. She was there to speak for the dead twins. She was there to give Justice the full story on the man who he had ended. She was there to have Justice Fray live with the death of Minos. The story of Minos Vallanso. THe tale of a dead man will be forever given to Justice Fray.

As she listens to Justice Fray's words, all she can help thinking of is how much Justice Fray truly was broken inside. A drunken man who was trying to forget through the bottle. She'd been there before for multiple other reasons. Too many reasons. Her mother. Her step mother. Her exes. Her lovers. Her father. Her brothers. Anything and everything. The beauty in her life turned ugly within a year. The ugly within people shined through like they were transparent. And all she could do was be the woman she was. Play with their emotions, until they crack under pressure. Shatter everyone around her until they were shards of what they used to be, just like herself.

"Sit in my lap and you can do all the biting you want, baby," His words are accompanied by a smirk and a devious glint in his eyes. The reaction that Melody had expected from the one and only Justice Fray. The smirk on her own face grows with every word. A thought in her head coming through already. A plan of attack. A plan of getting the man to listen, all she had to do was follow her own trick. Justice Fray could hold her in his lap, if she was honest, he could do so much more to her that she would enjoy. After all, he was supposed to be a man of multiple talents. Killing and sex being two of them. His voice was pleasant to her ear. The words flowing calmly off his lips. The movement only strengthening her desire.

"And we can talk, but you should know I have this condition where I can't hear a single word you're saying unless you're naked." A chuckle falls from her lips, just as he speaks. Naked and on his lap would be the perfect place she would have wanted to be, if she wasn't on a mission to do something already. If she didn't need to make sure Justice would live with the information that was Minos Vallanso, even if he didn't remember all of it. Drunk, tipsy, sober, Justice Fray would remember it because she would shatter him if he didn't. She'd tear him limb from limb if he didn't do what Minos would have wanted. When she had heard his words, she wanted to toy with him, but couldn't. "I was diagnosed a few years ago. Tragic, I know." And the laugh that falls from her own lips takes the to the air. The smirk upon her lips staying with the one upon his own.

As she speaks, she pushes herself close to Justice, finger tracing slowly up and down his arm. "Sounds tragic." Her finger trails down lower and lower. Softly her tongue darts across her lips. A smirk still plastered upon her face. Lower and lower she goes, until finally she's teasingly close. It was time. Her plan all along to get Justice to listen to her. As she smirks, her hand threatening grabs him. The smirk turns away. Her expression changes completely. Fray's only important organ was going to be threatened. SHe could make or break the man in front of her, but she wanted his attention. The full attention of Justice Fray. Only to be able for him to listen to her realistic. This was the plan all along. A trap set by the predator named Melody, Justice the prey had fallen for.

"Now that I got your attention," The smirk upon her face grows dark, the world seems to spin before her. She was the center of attention. There was no escape from Melody, no matter what he did. Melody would make him listen, or else he'd lose his most precious thing. "Let's talk Justice about more pressing matters. Like how you're treating yourself." The way she could smell his breath made her shiver in wanting his lips, but she couldn't. Not when Justice needed to know the story of Minos Vallanso. "Alcohol won't let you forget. It'll only push it off for another day. Another time." The words fall from her lips like the self righteous warriors her family produced. She was a Vallanso through and through. Crazy or not. This was what Minos would want, not necessarily in the way she was threateningly telling him, but Minos would want him to live on happy.

"Minos wouldn't want this for you. He wouldn't want you to drown the emotions in alcohol. You killed him, but he wouldn't wish anything horrible upon anyone, even his own killer. I'm here to make you listen to his story Justice. You deserve to know who he was and carry him on your shoulders like he would have done for you." Melody grasps a little tighter, hoping that something would fall into Justice's brain, except for where her hand was and her threatening glare. Justice Fray was trapped for a second. Only in that moment, but she knew he could break out if he wanted, all she could do was wait for his reaction. Wait for him to accept what he's done. Accept that fate is watching him and everything he does. Melody Vallanso, a girl with nothing to lose, was threatening Justice Fray. Only so he could listen for once to a Vallanso.

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