Rageful, Bitter (Marik/Nessa Day 3)

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Rageful, Bitter (Marik/Nessa Day 3) Nov 9, 2023 21:09:24 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 9, 2023 21:09:24 GMT -5

I move even further away, and I'm not sure what to do with myself. I've never felt like this before, and I'm not sure how to even describe it. My heart is racing, but it feels much worse. My soul is torn, shattered, split in two, and I don't even know what to do. My entire body feels tense, and I still feel like screaming at the top of my lungs. I don't care who hears me. I don't care if someone finds me. Let them. Let them, and I'll show them what I'm capable of doing. It's all I can do. I don't care. I should care, but I can't bring myself to understand anything else in the process. Nothing makes sense. Nothing, and even as pace around, I still can't calm myself down. I can't do anything. I can't focus on anything, and all I want is for this to go away.

It's almost as though I'm losing control of myself. Everything is red, and I look around, and I try to find something to do. Something to make things change, and I'm trapped here in the games, and all I want is to run far away so nobody can find me. But I can't. My pace is picking up, and I don't know what to do, but I grab something from my bag, and I run towards the shelves that's nearby, and I hit it as hard as I can, and then I hit it again, and again, and again, and again, and each time I hit the shelf, I move faster, and then I stop for a moment long enough to take a breath before starting again. And it feels so good. Letting it all out, but I don't know what will happen anymore. I don't even know who I am.

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Marik uses 9 Iron to destroy Supply Shelves fixture

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Rageful, Bitter (Marik/Nessa Day 3) Nov 14, 2023 3:29:29 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Nov 14, 2023 3:29:29 GMT -5

Each time my eyes closed I saw it. I saw Jackson bury his blade into Jimmy's back. I see the life drain from his eyes. I feel my heart explode and I forget how to breathe.

I hear the bang and crash of equipment well before I see it. The pace of the bangs becomes faster and more desperate causing my body to tense cautiously. Whatever- whoever- was making that noise was either extremely pissed off or totally unhinged, or maybe both. And at this point I wasn't sure which of the two I preferred to run into.

Keeping my back pressed against the wall I peek around the corner, and almost instantly I see him. Marik, face contorted in pain and frustration, he slams an iron bar into the supply shelves over and over and over again. Each time the metal collides I feel as though it pulses through me, rattling my bones so hard that they almost ached.

The rational side of my brain screamed for me to run, to get as far away from him as I could because the boy who was wielding that bar was not the same boy who you had spoken with yesterday. There was something broken within him making him unpredictable and dangerous. And I was drawn to it, unaware that I had peeled myself from the wall and moved towards him with hands raised in a gesture of surrender.

I think I was drawn to him because as I was watching him I felt as though I was looking into a mirror that was cracked, presenting a distorted image of myself, and the wild emotions that raged through me like a storm, tearing me up inside.

"Marik," I start, keeping my distance. I don't think he hears me so I raise my voice, shouting at him, "MARIK!" He turns to me and I almost shrink away from the heat in his gaze. I stare at him for a moment, trying to determine the best way to approach him in his unhinged condition. Looking around at the destruction he had caused I reach down picking up a hammer. "You're a crazy son of a gun, but I like your style," I grin at him.

Arcadia had tried to soothe things with honey coated words, but I think that Marik's method might be more effective. "Do you mind?" I ask, using my hammer to gesture towards a model of a terrifying looking mutt. My hand tightens on the hammer's handle, I wanted to smash its head in.

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Rageful, Bitter (Marik/Nessa Day 3) Nov 16, 2023 0:07:08 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 16, 2023 0:07:08 GMT -5

The shelves are collapsing, and it's such a wonderful feeling. I know the noise is dangerous because it can easily draw people towards me, but I don't care. Let them find me. Let them see what I have done so that they can learn to not mess with me. I hit the shelves again and again as flashes of red flicker before my eyes. I've never felt this way before, and I don't understand where it's fully coming from. I'll never understand. But it doesn't stop me. It doesn't make the pain of killing someone go away. It never will. I'll never measure up to what I'm trying to accomplish, but I have to keep going.

"MARIK!" My gaze shifts from the shelves to where the voice is coming from. I turn and see Nessa, and for a moment, everything goes away. "You're a crazy son of a gun, but I like your style." Nessa is the only person in this place that I sort of want to be around, and seeing a friendly face is sometimes all that's needed. I lower the iron, and I take a breath as I watch her lift her hammer into the air. "Do you mind?" Of course not. The more that's destroyed the better. "Go for it. You'll enjoy it."

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Rageful, Bitter (Marik/Nessa Day 3) Nov 16, 2023 2:18:53 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Nov 16, 2023 2:18:53 GMT -5

The sound of my voice stops him in his tracks almost immediately, and when he turns to face me all the anger, frustration, and pain that contorted the sharp features of his face disappears for a heartbeat as his eyes lock with mine.

Slowly he lowers his iron rod and I take a step closer, giving my hammer a test swing.

In a way, this white haired boy, reminded me of Flynn. Unable to control his emotions and needing a physical release. How many times had I heard the rumours of Flynn lashing out when the pain got to much. Hell, I had witness it more than once, the latest time being the day my name was called. He had practically launched himself of that stage to get to me, lashing to at anyone who had gotten too close.

He studies me for a moment before stepping out the way, "go for it." I give him a grin, stepping up to the mutt model, "you'll enjoy it."

Thats what I am betting on.

With a cry I slam the hammer into the mutts face. Instantly it shatters, the pieces across the floor. My heart is racing in my chest as adrenaline begins to surge through my blood. It felt good. Watching the models destruction under my hammer felt good, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to extinguish the flame that burned through my heart, scorching me from the inside.

I frown, looking around at the mess Marik had created. With a cry I bring my hammer down again. Finally I look up at Marik, smiling sadly at him.

"What happened today?" I ask him quietly, unsure if I was stepping into dangerous waters.

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Rageful, Bitter (Marik/Nessa Day 3) Nov 17, 2023 19:11:51 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 17, 2023 19:11:51 GMT -5

I watch as Nessa slams her hammer into the model of the mutt, and I feel so much excitement and joy watching it shatter into millions of tiny shards. There's just something wonderful about it, and I feel like for a moment it might draw me closer to her. But I want to stay alone. It's better this way. It's always better being alone. Doesn't mean that I don't care a bit about her. I know I shouldn't, but other than Hank in the training center, she's one of the few who gives off the vibe that she genuinely somewhat enjoys my presence, and that's enough to make me smile.

"What happened today?" I look at the ground, at the shelves that are torn apart, the shards of the broken mutt. All of them seem so small now, but it'll never take away the pain, agony, rage of what happened today. It'll never make up for the fact that I murdered someone. I know it was a chance I could have died, but they weren't attacking me. I made my presence known. All I had to do was stay hiding in the shadows, but no, I stepped out like a fool, and this is what happened. I turn towards Nessa, and my hand grips the iron tightly, and all I can see is red again, but since she cares, I'll try to tell her. "I killed someone." And realized I have the urge to do it again.

I look the disc I collected from the holo lessons archives, and while I wait to see more of what Nessa does, or what she even says to me, I insert the disc into the system. It takes a moment for it to load up. "Have you ever used this before?" And I can even think about what else to say, the trainer appears on the screen. I watch intently as she goes the steps on how to make myself blend in with my surroundings. It's a lot that I remember from the station during our training days. Once the video is over, I smile. I've learned something that may potentially save my life.

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