Leo Imogen Xavier // District Four {Wip}
Mar 11, 2019 7:44:52 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Mar 11, 2019 7:44:52 GMT -5
Leo Imogen Xavier
15 years old
15 years old
There is a tension between the two shadows sitting in silence. A small fire flickers within a hearth while a cold winter's gale rattles the windows. The sister moves first, spit shoots from her mouth across the face of her brother. He is unphased, merely taking a handkerchief from his coat's pocket and wiping away the remnants of his sister's saliva. His eyes turn towards her edged with ice.
"That was a mistake."
It takes only a second before a slight movement sends the fire into darkness, smoke settles over the room. A scream splits through the shadows spurring footsteps from a nearby hall. Light washes over the scene from a thrown open door, the faces of the two parents are white with fear. At the center of the floor their daughter is unconscious with a single card, the jack of hearts, embedded barely into her chest. Meanwhile her brother sits cross legged atop the mantel of the hearth now devoid of heat, a sinister smile slyly sitting on his lips.
"She'll be fine. I was just showing her another one of my tricks."
The parents seem stunned into stone, the boy seemingly holding all the power. He hops down from his perch and strides towards the door. Reanimation finally spurs the Father to take hold of his passing son's arm. The boy's cold eyes burn into his Fathers.
"The deck. Give it here."
The son rolls his eyes before placing a deck of black and red cards in his Father's hands. A laugh flutters from the twelve year old's lips.
"You know I have plenty of other things to play with."
The Father lets go.
"That was a mistake."
It takes only a second before a slight movement sends the fire into darkness, smoke settles over the room. A scream splits through the shadows spurring footsteps from a nearby hall. Light washes over the scene from a thrown open door, the faces of the two parents are white with fear. At the center of the floor their daughter is unconscious with a single card, the jack of hearts, embedded barely into her chest. Meanwhile her brother sits cross legged atop the mantel of the hearth now devoid of heat, a sinister smile slyly sitting on his lips.
"She'll be fine. I was just showing her another one of my tricks."
The parents seem stunned into stone, the boy seemingly holding all the power. He hops down from his perch and strides towards the door. Reanimation finally spurs the Father to take hold of his passing son's arm. The boy's cold eyes burn into his Fathers.
"The deck. Give it here."
The son rolls his eyes before placing a deck of black and red cards in his Father's hands. A laugh flutters from the twelve year old's lips.
"You know I have plenty of other things to play with."
The Father lets go.
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Leo opens his eyes to find himself alone in the same gray walled room as always, he hadn't dreamt about that day in years.
NOTES from Lost Bio: 1) Old Family statues in his memories, happy when they were freed of 'sadistic son' behind black iron gates of Academy. Imogen to Xavier. 2) Black nightwear wilts to Navy uniform. Looks in mirror, all different but of course. Hair dark like oaks of the District of Seven. Eyes blues like the waves tumbling in the District of Four. Skin Olive/Fair like the groves that grow in the District of Eleven. Small stature barely over five feet despite his age, makes him better at being career. 3) Naya training him to be better with magic. Slight of hand, needles and knives, terrible toxins. Making him into perfect assassin using his magic. Padded so combat day, gets card throwing knives and smoke bomb. 4) Jumps to personality, he doesn't know what he enjoys, drugs and drinks don't interest him. Only the cruelty of his actions. Something alluring about the pain of others that his hands can make. A kind of beauty beneath the surface of suffering. 5) A piece of him wants an ember of warmth and notices his loneliness. Wants help, wants it without having to say it. Someone see past his ice and the loneliness he lets infect his life that is killing him. A fragment of LIX wants to be saved but doesn't know how. 6) From this internal duality, comes his one other art than cruelty and tricks. Writing. Writes in journals but only for his eyes. Instantly after writing makes paper air planes with his pages and throws them into sea. Vulnerabilities he can't have.
NOTES from Lost Bio: 1) Old Family statues in his memories, happy when they were freed of 'sadistic son' behind black iron gates of Academy. Imogen to Xavier. 2) Black nightwear wilts to Navy uniform. Looks in mirror, all different but of course. Hair dark like oaks of the District of Seven. Eyes blues like the waves tumbling in the District of Four. Skin Olive/Fair like the groves that grow in the District of Eleven. Small stature barely over five feet despite his age, makes him better at being career. 3) Naya training him to be better with magic. Slight of hand, needles and knives, terrible toxins. Making him into perfect assassin using his magic. Padded so combat day, gets card throwing knives and smoke bomb. 4) Jumps to personality, he doesn't know what he enjoys, drugs and drinks don't interest him. Only the cruelty of his actions. Something alluring about the pain of others that his hands can make. A kind of beauty beneath the surface of suffering. 5) A piece of him wants an ember of warmth and notices his loneliness. Wants help, wants it without having to say it. Someone see past his ice and the loneliness he lets infect his life that is killing him. A fragment of LIX wants to be saved but doesn't know how. 6) From this internal duality, comes his one other art than cruelty and tricks. Writing. Writes in journals but only for his eyes. Instantly after writing makes paper air planes with his pages and throws them into sea. Vulnerabilities he can't have.
