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~There Is No Escape~ [Tea] May 1, 2011 18:34:38 GMT -5

Post by gxk on May 1, 2011 18:34:38 GMT -5

"My fate is horror and doom..."

Amira couldn't even remember why she'd come to this place, or what was going on. The only thing she could recall was running, running blindly away from her troubles. Only problem was they had followed her. "You can't get rid of me, Amira. A killer is a killer, you can't change who you are..."

[/i] A sharp cry escaped the blonde as she dropped to her knees. The alley was dark and secluded, the pavement beneath her offered no warmth, the buildings of District One towered above her. Her only cover was the shadows cast by the setting sun. Amira had been acting strangly, well stranger than normal, since the incident after the Reaping. She'd taken to avoiding everyone, trying to keep at a safe distance. She was a ticking time bomb, god help anyone around when she went off. All the terrible things she'd done played over and over in her mind, accompanied by Sinan's snarling voice. "You are the kind of person who tries to wash away the blood on your hands with more blood. Learn to love it Amira. There just isn't a way out. You've exhausted all your options." Amira took a shaking breath, pounding her fist against the ground. There's still one way out... Her thoughts were interrupted by a haunting laugh. "You don't have the guts. Besides, do you really think hell is much better than here?"

I fear who I am becoming,
I feel that I am losing the struggle within
I can no longer restrain it,
my strength, it is fading,
I have to give in

A frightened whimper was all Amira could manage as she curled into a ball, almost like a turtle hiding in its shell. But the problem was that it did nothing to protect her, Sinan was in her head, he haunted her no matter what she did. A shaking hand pulled a small silver object from her pocket. A tiny knife, one she used to use as a concealed weapon against opponents was now turned on its master. Slowly she traced the letters H-E-L-P into her left forearm. Crimson started to spill from her arm. A small smile pulled at Amira's lips. It was about time some of her own blood was spilt. The scars on her stomach didn't matter to her, they were hardly enough to make up what Amira the career had done. "Desperate are we? Who's going to save you? No one could ever love you. You made damn sure of that." Amber eyes looked a the blade she held, its flawless silver had tiny rivers of red on it. This blade had seem the blood of many sparring partners. Including a girl how didn't even want to be a career, but was forced by her mother. Amira was merciless at the time. Forced the girl to fight back or be torn to ribbons. The tiny knife had found its way into her thigh. Amira cringed at the thought. How could she have done such a thing? Why didn't she stop sooner? "Because a killer is a killer, deep down you will always be a career. It's a permanent part of you." "No! I won't believe you. I'm not what you think I am!" Her voice was only heard by the heartless brick of the buildings near by.

It's growing inside of me,
that one day will come to life
Have to save
To save my beloved,
there is no escape,
because my fate is horror and doom

A deep longing grew inside Amira. She wanted Duke, she didn't want to be alone anymore, but she refused to let herself put himself in danger. "Kill me already Sinan, leave everyone else out of this. My death is what you want isn't it? Her breathing grew ragged and the tears kept coming. "You're no use to me dead, stupid girl. I need you alive for at least a while longer." That made her cringe. What the hell did he want with her? Surely he didn't feel threatened. There was no way in hell she beat him in the state she was in now. What the fuck does he have to gain from putting me through this? As the sun crept lower in the skies, the shadows lengthened, and still Amira felt no solace. Everything had been thrown into turmoil. Her whole life had been turned upside down and inside out. A savage growl escaped her throat as she tightened her grip on her knife. Painstakingly slowly she carved into her right forearm, H-E-L-L.

Hold down your head now,
just let me pass by
Don't feed my fear,
If you don't want it out

"Oh Amira, really you shouldn't do that. You're such a pretty girl, it's a shame to waste that beauty. It served you well for drawing in male opponents and then giving them the kiss of death.." Slamming her head into the pavement Amira hissed in pain, blood beginning to streak down from her forehead. "I don't know what you're talking about..." Why did he insist she'd killed people? She could recall times when she'd maimed or crippled her opponent, but never delivered the final blow. Nothing made sense anymore. Everything Amira had been taught growing up had failed her. Her career mentally broke and left her crazy. Maybe all she was ever meant to be was a career... But how could she go back to that life? She couldn't, not after seeing what careers were really like. A key example being Sinan. "Ouch Amira. I'm really hurt. You hate me, but you'd never say such a thing about Duke and he's a career too. But not even he wants you now. You told him to hit the road." Amira clenched her knife as if it would protect her from her own mind. Sinan knew nothing about her relationship with Duke. He was just a heartless creep. Wasn't he? And Duke wasn't a career any more... He'd changed, he'd given up the Games for her. Amira looked down at the blood on her arms with a strange feeling of infatuation, before turning away with disgust. What the hell is wrong with me?[/i]

Long ago, it came to me
and ever since that day,
infected with it's rage
but it ends today

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~There Is No Escape~ [Tea] May 8, 2011 19:58:08 GMT -5

Post by Tea on May 8, 2011 19:58:08 GMT -5

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The weeks following the Reaping had gone as normally as they could. At least, as normally as they could go for a career who had turned down his position in the Games, or for a boy who'd been kicked out of the home he'd lived in all his life and gotten his very first job. Not that training the next generation of careers really was a job, but beggars certainly couldn't be choosers. However, if the choice had been in his own hands, Duke would have turned and ran far, far away from that Training Centre. It held far too many bad memories and having to face them every morning was never something he looked forward to. Amira's blood would forever stain the flood and Duke only had to close his eyes, and her body instantly appeared, bloody and broken at his feet. There had been several instances where it simply proved to be too much, and Duke was forced to surrender to the confines of his apartment, reminding himself that Amira was fine. Amira was alive, and safe and happy. Well, he hoped she was happy. It was getting pretty hard to tell.

Post-Reaping, she had become extremely distant, rarely speaking to him at all. She had refused to tell him where she was staying, so their only meetings now came by chance and were very, very infrequent. When they did meet, she barely said more than a sentence to him, often speaking in one word answers. That had become the norm, it seemed, and Duke had grown to accept that. It wasn't his fault, or Amira's either. It was Sinan's, and whoever else had attacked her that day. Their relationship would never be the same as it once was, and had been childish of him to have pretended it would be.

Still though, an actual conversation here and there would be nice. Seeing Amira for more than five minutes at a time would be nicer. In fact, he hadn't seen her now for over a week. Any other time, Duke would have wrote that off as being a normality, but today, for whatever reason, he kept getting this feeling that something was wrong. Something in the back of his mind was constantly nagging on him to figure out what it was. All day, it refused to shut up, and finally, at eight when he got off work, Duke decided to humour that voice, and go see what the hell was up with Amira. He walked up and down the streets of One like an idiot, calling Amira's name over and over again. This pattern continued for a good twenty minutes before Duke realized how irrational he was being. District was a fair sized place, and if he continued on like this, he'd never find Amira.

No, if he actually wanted this to work, he had to make a plan of action. Wandering around aimlessly was useless, and he was an idiot for not realizing it sooner. It was late enough though, and there wasn't nobody around to help. He was on his own in this, as per usual, and at the moment, the prospects of finding Amira looked pretty grim. But he needed to find her. It didn't matter how unlikely the chances were, Amira needed him. Something had happened to her, there was no doubting that. Duke could feel it, and he knew that if he didn't find her soon, he wouldn't find her alive.

Sighing, he passed a hand over his face and flopped down onto the curb, setting his sword behind him. He needed a miracle. A sign. Anything. Something at least, but given his track record, that didn't seem likely. Until, suddenly, someone decided that track records really didn't matter much when it came to miracles. There was a voice. He heard a voice. Though not very loud, nor could he really tell what it was saying, it was still there, and that was a start. Getting to his feet, Duke slowly began to move toward the sound. At least, where he thought the sound had originated from. Dammit, this was going to be harder than he could have every imagined. There were a hell of a lot of alleyways in this part of the district -- more than he'd ever taken notice to. If only they'd say something else. Anything, just so he could know for sure it was Amira. Maybe though, they were unable to say anything. In that case, it had to be him. "Uh, hello?" he called, licking his lips. "Amira? Amira Shipiro? Sweetheart? It's Duke. Can you...if you can hear me, say something. Anything I...Amira?"

This was useless. There was no way to tell if he'd even heard anything at all. Perhaps it had all been in has imagination, and there hadn't be anyone. "I don't know what you're talking about..." No. There it was again. So close. It had to be her. It had to be. Breaking out into a sprint, Duke ran down a side-street, calling Amira's name. "Amira! Amira, dammit, where are you?!" Until, finally, he rounded a corner and was sent flying as he stumbled over something, smashing his head on the pavement. Swearing loudly, Duke got to his knees, rubbing his head, swearing once more when he realized it was gushing blood. However, that was nothing compared to the feeling that settled in the pit of Duke stomach when his eyes finally settled on what it was he'd tripped over. A body. Amira's body. Bloody and broken, it was almost like deja-vu, only this time, he hadn't been the one who had caused this mess.

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~There Is No Escape~ [Tea] May 9, 2011 18:21:13 GMT -5

Post by gxk on May 9, 2011 18:21:13 GMT -5

"My fate is horror and doom..."

The words Hell and Help still leaked blood onto the cold concrete of the alley. Amira's strangled cries sounded as if she were dying, and in actually she probably was. Everything she had ever known had fallen apart in the past year, nothing made sense. Her thoughts were filled with haunting images and sounds that she feared would not leave her until she was six feet under. And even then... What if they followed her to hell. In a violent act of frustration Amira dug her knife in to the middle of her chest and carved a heart shape. The heart she never had. Hazel eyes were gazed over with an internal struggle, it was as if she were having a nightmare while wide awake. Amira had curled herself in a tiny ball, allowing her blood to soak her hair and clothing. A trembling hand reached out and coated itself in crimson before rubbing the sticky red liquid on her face. She was so disgusting, any change to the look of Amira the career was an improvement. She had made so many other's bleed, it was time she paid them back for every drop of blood and ounce of suffering she had caused. The Games are not fair, the Capitol is not fair, and life is not fair. Unfairness seemed to be a repeating theme in the eyes of Amira. When she was a career all she could see was red, nothing mattered other than winning the Games, and now that her eyes were finally open she could see all the horrors she had once turned a blind eye to. She shivered at the thought of all the screams of tributes that fell on deaf ears.

I'll never know
I'll never care
I'll never believe my people
I'll tell you what I say
I'll never lie
I'll never try
I'll never cry for you people
I'll push you
Push you away

The sound of someone in a nearby alley froze Amira in her place. When she'd come out here she was positive that she was alone. Who the hell would think to look for me here? "You can't run Amira, you can't hide the monster inside. Let them come, let the blood of their corpse mingle with yours." A piercing shriek erupted from the blonde, her hands yanking on her blood matted locks. "No, no, no. I can't, I won't. You can't make me!" The sound of approaching footsteps was drove Amira closer to the edge of complete insanity. Who knew what could happen if they got to close to her. She was like a venomous snake tucked away in its burrow, one wrong move and she'd make a victim of anyone to come near her. Maybe it was Sinan coming after her.... No. If Sinan wanted to get me he would have been far quieter and I'd be laid out with a blade to my throat by now... No. Please not him, anyone bit him." Her thoughts were frantic. She had tried to distance herself from Duke and now he was coming after her, he just couldn't make this any easier for her, could he? The whole thing would be much simpler if he could just hate her for the monster she was. But no. He loved her, and wanted to help her, even though it put his life in danger. Being honest with herself Amira knew Sinan would be far too strong for him to beat. The boy had always been the top of her father's class along side her. But unlike her, he had a hunger for blood and death that ran so deep it was like he wasn't even human. Duke had killed once, Sinan too many times to count. It was hardly an even match up. He would slaughter the one she cared about most, and it would be all her fault. "Haha. I'll be sure to bleed him out before your very eyes Amira. Bleed him out the way he should have done to you."

As you lonely people
Keep on running around my door
Yes, you lonely people
Keep on begging
Beg for more
And I'll cry for you
Yes I'll die for you
Pain in my heart it is real

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"Amira? Amira Shipiro? Sweetheart? It's Duke. Can you...if you can hear me, say something. Anything I...Amira?" The sound of Duke's frantic calls confirmed her worst fears. If he stayed around her, he'd surely run into Sinan, and if he crossed paths with Sinan, he'd surely be dead. His voice came once more and Amira heard him run. As he drew closer and closer it dawned on her that he probably couldn't see her in the dark of the alley. When he triped over her she let out a yelp of pain. Duke was not at all light, and she was covered in bruises and cuts that she'd inflicted upon herself. Misty eyes shot a pitiful look of despair in Duke's direction. "You shouldn't have come... The closer you are to me, the more danger you are in. Sinan isn't someone you can protect me from..." she let out a weary sigh because continuing in a shaky voice, "He'll kill you with no remorse. He feels no sorrow or grief over the terrible things he's done. The more blood he spills the more he wants to kill..."[ Amira rolled onto her side, clutching her knees to her chest, the writing on her arms clearly exposed. This was too much for her fragile mind to try to take in all at once. Why would Duke do this to her, to himself!? She had warned him she was too dangerous to be around and still he was here.

Come around town
Steal another dime
Do another crime
Won't you get it higher & higher
All through time

Amira sobbed uncontrollably now. Why couldn't Duke understand what he had just done? It was practically committing suicide. "Do not weep for that fool Princess. He did this to himself, you gave him a fair chance to run, and he made he choice to come after you." Slamming her head down on the concrete was the only thing Amira could think of to try and shut that vile voice up. Her fingers clenched tightly around her tiny knife as if it were the answers to all of her problems. If only it were as easy as dying. But if she died here, and Sinan got Duke, he would have died for nothing, and that was guilt Amira just could not , would not bear.

And it's mine on my own
Yes, it's mine all alone
As I cry for you
Yes, I'll die for you
Pain in my heart, it is real
And I'll take
Everything as it comes my way
Feel in my heart it's for you
And I'll lie for you as I die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now
How I feel inside
Fuck you
It's for you

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~There Is No Escape~ [Tea] Jun 21, 2011 19:13:52 GMT -5

Post by Tea on Jun 21, 2011 19:13:52 GMT -5

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Dead. Amira was dead. It didn't make sense. It just didn't make any damn sense. Why the hell would Amira even think of taking her own life? It seemed truly impossible, yet here he was, in this alley, staring down at her broken, bloody body. And he'd caused this. Well, no. No, he hadn't. Not this time. This all fell onto Amira. She had been the one who had distanced herself, who had so adamantly insisted they avoid each other. Maybe if he had been around, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe it would have. Duke didn't know. Everything was so confusing and tangled up in his mind that nothing made sense anymore. If Amira really was dead, then nothing ever would. There would be next to nothing left in District One for Duke if Amira was gone. The only other thing he'd ever given a quarter of a damn about was the Hunger Games, and that too had been thrown out the back window for little miss corpse here.

Well...maybe not. Maybe, in the long run, Amira had actually done him a favour for once. Sure, he'd be without the one girl he had ever stuck with for more than a couple weeks, and that would suck at first, for sure. Realistically though, maybe this was for the better. Could he ever have settled down with Amira, started a family, anything like that? No. No, that had never been in the cards. What they had was little more than a fling. So yeah, if he was being realistic here, this was good. This was...

"You shouldn't have come...

"Shit," Duke hissed, scrambling to his feet. How in the... Duke couldn't even grasp onto what was going on. He opened his mouth to speak again, but no words came out. There were no words, that was the problem. Two minutes ago, there'd been this body, and now it was some living, breathing thing, speaking to him. Amira had never been dead, and he was an absolute idiot for simply assuming so. Now, because of his idiocy, they'd wasted what could potentially be the mere minutes required to get Amira help. "What the hell happened to you?" But he knew. He knew damn well what had happened to her.

Sinan isn't someone you can protect me from... Duke snorted as he knelt beside what was left of Amira Shipiro. "Can't protect you from him? Well obviously not. You've made sure of that, Amira. I haven't see you for weeks, and you're lucky -- so fucking lucky that I was nearby, and heard you scream, and decided to entertain the idea of actually looking for you. You'd be dead right now. Who knows how much blood you've lost. I'm hope you're proud of yourself. God, it was like scolding a six year old. "Come on then, I..." Reaching to grab Amira's arm, Duke froze. "Oh my god...I..." Help. Hell. Those two words etched themselves into Duke's memory, like they were etched forever on Amira's forearms. How could she do this? How?

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Duke managed to tear his gaze away from Amira's arms, and settle it once more on her face. Tentatively, he reached out and brushed the hair gently away from her forehead. "I'm not gonna...I'm through yelling at you. I mean...I just want to know why, Amira. How did you think any of this would make it better? Avoiding me...that...that only made it worse. I could have stopped all this from happening, and you know that."

Sighing, Duke got to his feet and grabbed onto Amira's bicep, pulling roughly. "Well come on then. We've gotta fix this. Just...just promise me you're not going to do shit like this anymore? Okay?

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~There Is No Escape~ [Tea] Jul 2, 2011 17:01:21 GMT -5

Post by gxk on Jul 2, 2011 17:01:21 GMT -5

Amira cringed. Duke had found her, just want she hadn't wanted to happen. She had gone through all this trouble to keep him away from her and danger that followed her and here he was. All her effort had been for nothing, for now he was right beside her. Why didn't he understand how dangerous it was for him to be near her? He was determined to try and help her when there was nothing he could do. Sinan would kill him without thinking twice. There was no way Duke could ever hope to survive a fight with her former rival and sparring partner. Just like so many other things, it was hopeless. Amira was beginning to feel lightheaded from the crimson that leaked from her arms, and other gashes she'd inflicted on herself. It's not fair. He's trying to help me and all I do is push him away. He doesn't understand... Neither do I... Nothing makes sense. Left is up and down is right, I can't figure this out. Yanking on her matted blonde hair Amira shrieked. The sharp noise sent birds fly flying and squirrels running in fear of their own little lives. "It never ends. Just when I think it's over it starts again..."

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

"What the hell happened to you?"

Well Amira had seen that question coming a mile away, but still she had no answer. Not that she had a chance to answer because Duke promptly began scolding her something fierce. The tone of his voice made Amira shrink back into the shadows and blood of the cold alley way. He was angry. She had never seen him direct this kind of anger at her. Hearing the things spilling off his tongue only increased her sense of desperation. I've been a bad girl. I'm sorry. So sorry. Too late to make anything better now... Grasping her knife once more Amira held it up to her own throat. It would only that one move that she'd practiced from just about every position possible to finish this all. But when she willed her hand to move instead it dropped the knife. The silver blade clattered to the ground, earning choked sobs from Amira. She was too much of a coward even to kill herself. If she was still the career she had once been this wouldn't be a trouble. But she wasn't that person anymore. She could not ever be that person again.

Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

"Well come on then. We've gotta fix this. Just...just promise me you're not going to do shit like this anymore? Okay?" Finally Duke finished scolding her. It seemed he too was more confused than anything. Confused and hurt as to why she would do such a thing.

"I promise I won't do this again... I just thought maybe I could escape form it all, but I was stupid..." He tugged her roughly to her feet, reminding her that he still wasn't happy with her actions. He had every right to be upset with her. Amira hung her head in shame. She was a disappointment even to Duke. He could do so much better than her, and still he stayed. He probably stayed because he felt sorry for her at this point... Or because he couldn't justify leaving her after all he'd put into their strange relationship. He'd bore the brunt of all their troubles. Someone as weak as her could never deserve anyone to take care of them. This was all more than she deserved. If she'd just died like her father intended her to, Duke would be free. He would have moved on and found someone else by now.

"Sometimes I found if my father was right to try and kill me... Maybe he somehow knew what a miserable waste of a person I would become.

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?

"Well this is a bit of a pain. What is my lovely little Amira doing with that?"

The voice made Amira's blood run cold. She froze in her tracks. This was the worst possible thing that could have happened when Duke found her. Sinan. He was here to cause hell. Amber eyes saw his figure in the pale light of a street lamp. Tall and built like an ox. Pale hair and eyes so sinister. And the worst part was the short sword that hung from his belt. It was a very dangerous weapon. Quicker and lighter than a larger sword, but with someone of Sinan's skill wielding it, the size didn't matter you'd be dead before you even knew what happened. Her fear only grew when he smirked at her before turning his attention to Duke.

"Amira and I have some unfinished business to take care of. I would greatly appreciate it you just went home. It's past your bed time anyway. Don't worry, I'll take real good care of Amira. And I'd hate to have to kill you in front of her, so scram."

He strode toward them with an eerie confidence. Every footfall made Amira want to turn and run, only problem being there wasn't anywhere to run. The only options were running into the wall of a building or running into Sinan. Sinan wasn't the least bit afraid of them. Why should he be? Hand on his sword's hilt he stood blocking the exit to the alley way. The was no escape. In mere moments he'd taken control of things. They were to play his Game with his rules or face death. Or worse. Amira shook herself free of Duke and took a step toward Sinan, briefly looking back over her shoulder with regret. There was no easy way out of this. No easy decisions to be made. Whatever she choose to do would decide whether they lived or died. "You win. But this is between you and me. Leave everyone else out of this Sinan. You know we can't win so what do you want?"

Only when I stop to think about you,I know
Only when you stop to think about me,
do you know?

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me?

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~There Is No Escape~ [Tea] Aug 13, 2011 22:06:26 GMT -5

Post by Tea on Aug 13, 2011 22:06:26 GMT -5

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The last thing Duke had ever wanted when he had found Amira was to blow up at her. If she had come here, reducing herself to this broken state, it should have been obvious that she was still, and would always remain to be, mentally unstable. Since that day in the alley, with Sinan attacking her, Duke finally realized that she wouldn't return to normal – no, this was normal for them now, and that was something he knew that they would have to learn to deal with.

As she began to apologize for her action, Duke could only shake his head, pulling her into a tight embrace, completely disregarding the blood that caked her arms, and stained his shirt. "Good," he said, softly, petting her hair. "But sweetheart, listen, this isn't your fault. I don't blame you for this. It's that bastard, Sinan. If he hadn't beat the shit out of you that day, you wouldn't have been trying to keep me away from him, and this never would have happened." Well, maybe it would have, with the way her brain was wired now, but Duke liked to blame all this on Sinan. It made himself fell a hell of a lot less guilty. "But whatever, okay, this doesn't matter anymore. It's over. Let's just get you back to my apartment, and clean you up, maybe get you something to eat, and then we can–"

"Well this is a bit of a pain. What is my lovely little Amira doing with that?"

Dammit. Closing his eyes, Duke drew a ragged breath before opening them, his gaze settling on what he could have only assumed to be the man responsible for all the hell he and Amira had ensued over the course of the past few months. He was six feet and a half, easily, built like a fucking tank, and he was armed. Good God, no wonder Amira had been trying to keep him away from Sinan. For the first time in a very, very long while, Duke felt a sense of doubt settle in the pit of his stomach as Sinan spoke again. "Amira and I have some unfinished business to take care of." Licking his lips, Duke hesitantly released Amira from and stepped foreword slightly, addressing him. "So you're Sinan. I'm Duke. Duke Quaidar the Third. Maybe you've heard of me, maybe not, but that doesn't matter. I've sure as hell heard of you, and all the asshole things you've done. You should know that you're through touching Amira, and if you can't take that sitting down, then I guess it's just you and me. Just you and me."

And Amira.

Just as the words had left his lips, Amira stepped up beside him, claiming that this fight was to be between Sinan and her; nobody else. It was a death with, if nothing else. Hell, if Sinan hit her hard enough, it would break every bone in her body, and then were would they be? No, this had to be his fight. Unsheathing his sword, Duke stepped passed Amira yet again, glaring at Sinan. "I'm going to make you a deal here. Which is very generous, don't you think? Yeah. Alright, here it is. You and I, we fight. There aren't any rules, except that the last man standing; the winner, he gets Amira. And the loser? Well, the loser will be dead, so it sure as hell doesn't matter. Now what do you say, Sinan? One shot. That's what I'm giving you to kill me. Either take it, or leave my girlfriend alone."

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~There Is No Escape~ [Tea] Sept 9, 2011 20:09:19 GMT -5

Post by gxk on Sept 9, 2011 20:09:19 GMT -5

Duke's embrace was warm and familiar. Slowly Amira was able to relax into it. He wasn't mad at her anymore. All she wanted to do right now was go home with him and put this little break down behind her. The blood dried on her arms temporarily hid the words she had carved into her own flesh. But blood was caked all over her clothing too from being curled up in a puddle of the stuff. What a sight she must by. Far from the pretty girl Duke first fell for. She was a disgusting mess on all levels. What did he get from staying with her, she still couldn't imagine. She would never be able to be a good wife or mother, or settle down like normal couples did. She would always be a mental case that needed constant care and attention. Worse than a toddler, Amira couldn't be trusted not to get herself into trouble or harm's way.

And then Sinan had to show up and ruin the moment. He wanted her to go with him. All she had to do was leave without a fuss and Duke would be spared the other career's wrath. But of course her boyfriend wouldn't back down. Duke looked nervous, he had every right to be terrified even. Sinan would rip him and anyone else who crossed him to pieces. No one who fought the boy/man standing opposite of her got away with their life. What Sinan wanted from her she still wasn't exactly sure. But when Duke and him began to exchange words her anxiety only grew. "Please don't do this! Duke, he'll kill you, just let me go with him while you get the hell away from here!"

Amira's hazel eyes flickered frantically between Sinan and Duke. They were going to fight over her and one of them would have to die. There was no way around that frightening fact. Of course she hoped it would Sinan who would meet his end, but that wasn't likely. The career boy she used to train with was deadly beyond belief, and he enjoyed to torturing others until they begged him to just kill them. If she were to witness that here and now, Amira would not be able to take it. She would have to die too, there would be no other escape from it. Who knew if even death would be able to free her from it. Sinan grinned in his twisted way at Duke, "Big mistake sticking around to fight me, but you've signed your death wish, no backing out now." He laughed. "I'm going to hack you to bits and then take Amira home with me and there is nothing you can do to stop me. But don't worry, she'll be very happy with me.

A flash of silver made Amira jump. Sinan had drawn his sword. He let it dangle causally by his side. He was so calm and cocky. He did not need to ready himself, in the blink of an eye he could go from just standing there to delivering a death blow. His footsteps sent a violent shiver down her spine as he walked towards Duke. "Giving me a shot to kill you? I don't need a shot, I can take your life whenever I please. Hit me with all you've got, I dare you." Tears began to spill from Amira's eyes. This was an absolute nightmare. Hell on earth to a degree she'd never thought possible. Her old rival was going to kill her lover, and she was powerless to stop him. Or maybe not... She picked up the knife she'd drop turning it over in her hand. One good shot, maybe she could fatally wound Sinan, or drop him dead for good. With a violent flick of her wrist the tiny blade whizzed at Sinan, but after the sound of metal on metal it clattered to the ground. He'd blocked it effortlessly with his sword. Amira dropped to her knees in despair and Sinan smiled. "Nice try darling. But I know you too well. Giving someone a tracheostomy with your thrown knifes was always a favorite of yours. Don't worry, you'll pay for that later." A frustrated scream escaped the blonde girl. Her throw was spot on, but Sinan's reflexes were fast, and he did know her too well. They'd trained together for years. It seemed as if all was really lost.

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~There Is No Escape~ [Tea] Sept 24, 2011 18:12:13 GMT -5

Post by Tea on Sept 24, 2011 18:12:13 GMT -5

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Challenging Sinan was never something Duke had wished to come about, but with the short exchange of words, it had fast become his only choice if Amira were to come out of this unscathed. There was, of course, always the chance that Amira’s old dueling partner would be the one victorious, and simply by regarding him, Duke knew that such a chance was a great one. However, it had been he who had suggested this duel; not Sinan. There could be no second guessing, or backing out, no matter what Amira said to try and convince him.

It seemed though, that convincing him would be her tactic. One plea after another fell from her mouth until Duke was forced to disregard them completely, allowing her voice to become one with the noise around them. Then, finally, it was just him and Sinan. Him, Sinan and their swords. He watched as his counterpart pulled the piece of steel from its sheath, throwing out words causally as he did so, as though they were merely discussing the weather rather than death.

“You think you can change my mind with words like that?” Retrieving his own sword where it lay on the pavement, Duke rolled his shoulders before addressing Sinan for a second time. “You’re going to take her home, eh? Well thank you, I appreciate it. She needs someone to take care of her, after all. Since you kicked her ass, she hasn’t been entirely with it. Meltdowns, panic attacks, suicide attempts. Yeah, have fun with that.” As he fell silent, Duke found himself wondering if Sinan ever understood the concept of sarcasm. Hell, at this point, he wasn’t sure Amira would know that he was being a smart ass.

The things that Sinan would do to Amira if he were to lose...good god, Duke didn’t even want to think of how he would treat her. She was so broken already, it would take so very little effort on his part to get her to submit to anything. As Sinan lumbered toward him, Duke glanced at Amira as stood there so battered, and his heart ached for her. There was no way in hell he would let Sinan take her from him.

Raising his sword, Duke swung it downward, purposely clashing it hard against Sinan’s blade. “So,” he ground out, putting pressure on the hilt, “what do you plan on doing with Amira, should you win? Will you torture her? Use her for her body? Just kill her outright?” As he voiced each scenario, Duke put more and more pressure onto the two blades before finally, withdrawing quickly, taking a swipe at his torso. “Well, those things are all very nice, but why don’t we talk about what I’m going to do if I win? If I win, I’m going to take Amira home. I’m going to take care of her, and I’m going to be her partner. That’s right. We’re going to be together forever, asshole, and it’s time you realized that.”

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