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hellfire meets atlanis [Cass] Jun 30, 2012 1:11:22 GMT -5

Post by Python on Jun 30, 2012 1:11:22 GMT -5

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Indigo anticipated an attack at any moment. She scanned him carefully in search of any signs; a muscle twitch, a shift of the ankle, anything that would warn her of his inevitable charging. The second that happened she figured she had two choices: duck and scamper, or flail at him with the deadly weapon that felt foreign and awkward in her little hands. Weapons were not something she came into contact with very often. There was no need to - she lived in a safe home with a compassionate twin sister and a mother willing to raise them properly and provide them with everything their father could not. With her hand wrapped around the handle of the blade, though, she not only felt uncomfortable with it’s potential dangers, but she also felt its power. The ability to destroy with one swipe. Is this how the tributes of the Hunger Games gathered the courage and determination to attack with something so lethal? From this invigorating sensation of purpose? Of power? The knowledge of its danger alone could make one feel stronger. And yet, with this smirking bully in front of her, she did not feel as strong as she should’ve.

She had hoped her anger would mask the fear thriving within her, but apparently the emotion was still evident in her almond eyes even as they burned with a dangerous flame of defiance. ”You’re different from most of the people I have removed.” Removed. She should’ve guessed. A euphemism for murder, kill, destroy. She was not too surprised to discover the truth behind the boy’s wicked ways, but she was none too cozy about it either. Rather, she gripped the knife even tighter, wondering why the boy was so focused on pointing out her strengths. ”You aren’t a coward.” Not anymore, she wasn’t.

The fact that he did not deliver what was expected only shook her nerves further. ”I like different.” What the hell was that supposed to mean? That he liked her? Or, perhaps, that he enjoyed taunting her. Either way, the feeling was not mutual. She wanted nothing more than to toss the knife at his grinning face and run away before he could throw another deadly punch. Unfortunately, she was stranded by the curiosity pulsing through her veins. What did he want from her? She felt as if she had asked him the same question hundreds of times, yet still she stood without an answer. It was about time to find out the truth. ”Are..Are you trying to tell me that you want to be my friend?”

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hellfire meets atlanis [Cass] Jul 6, 2012 3:06:31 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jul 6, 2012 3:06:31 GMT -5

Patch Grey --

It was a long time ago. It happened when Patch was only ten; he could remember the girl as clearly as he saw Indigo right in front of him now. Her long black her shone in the morning light, it glinted and he actually felt something stir within him as he looked at her. She like Indigo had been the a person he had let go. Two in his life, just two people he had let move away from his onslaught, but unlike Indigo he had let the other girl leave. Patch was startled by Indigo’s words. Friends, the word was foreign to him, it was unwelcome like a glue that stuck to the roof of your mouth and felt odd and tasted foul. The word tasted the same as he murmured it after her. The idea had never hit him, but as he looked at her and the fiery eyes it struck him that maybe that was what he did want, he just hadn’t had the will to say so, or even think it.

In all his life Patch had never had a friend, it wasn’t even the fact that he hurt everyone around him, it was just that no one liked him. Everyone seemed to move away from him, even before he had become a monster they all had left him. He had always been bullied and picked on. Friends had never been an option in his life, when he was six anyone who was seen nearhim was beaten up, just as he was. To be near Patch Grey had been like a curse. It had scarred him that lake of social interaction. He had found himself stealing looks, but never truly looking, he had found himself eyeing people, but never truly seeing who they were, because if he looked he was abused. It was why he started it. It was why his heart had hardened and why he had turned into a monster. It had been because of all those people.

Years of abuse and pain had left him like the person he was. So it wasn’t that he was a monster that had no friends, it was just that he had never known what one was. He gaped at Indigo, a rare show of vulnerability playing in his face. She had opened a wound in him that not many had ever done. With a blink of his eyes he covers his slip, replacing it with a snarky smile. It faltered as he looked into her eyes he didn’t know how to respond to what she had said, proposed. He just let it come, the words slipping from his lips before he could prevent them. “What is a friend?” He shook his head in shock. What? “I mean…” he stuttered, but he had already said it.

He took a step back from Indigo. This all of this was turning into something Patch couldn’t deal with. It was no longer a fight he knew how to win.

Last Edit: Jul 6, 2012 3:07:22 GMT -5 by cass

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hellfire meets atlanis [Cass] Jul 10, 2012 2:07:54 GMT -5

Post by Python on Jul 10, 2012 2:07:54 GMT -5

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Indigo had suddenly lost the ability to make accurate predictions. What she had anticipated would become a violent clash was turning into something odd and rather awkward. The wicked smirk that had previously occupied his tanned features vanished completely, replaced by what appeared to be an expression of awe. He was gaping at her as if she had said something offensive, yet when she paused and processed what she had just asked him, it didn’t seem at all very surprising. It was a simple, logical question to ask him, since he had abruptly decided to put on a nice boy act for a reason she was still trying to discover. She watched him for a moment, forehead scrunched in confusion, as he tried to hide his shock with yet another smirk, which quickly faded as he parted his lips to ask her the most puzzling question she had ever heard.

”What is a friend?

He regretted the words that left his lips, she could see by the way he shook his head and stuttered. He wanted to shove the words back into his throat and swallow them for eternity, because it was a silly question nobody would ever ask. Why? Because everybody knew what a friend was, even the caged bird who spent over her half of her life imprisoned in a dark warehouse with no contact with the outside world. Her sister had been her best friend during those years; still was, actually, and she couldn’t explain why. They shared a bond too strong for words to describe, and yet, standing here in front of this clueless maniac, she knew she had to find the courage and the inspiration to define the one thing in life that held the most value to her. She knew it, because she could now see through Patch’s rough exterior as if a wound had opened up in his translucent barrier and beckoned her inside to explore reality. There was something else lying there, and she intended to find out exactly what it was.

”You know what a friend is, Patch.” Her tone lacked its usual sickly sweet severity, but the words were still challenging. Even if the boy did not have friends - which wouldn’t surprise her, considering his violent behavior - he must have at least witnessed friendship, or spotted friends spending time together throughout the district. It was part of everyday life, and something not a single pair of eyes could miss. ”They’re people you enjoy spending time with. People that you actually like, and trust.” She knew her definition was mediocre compared to what a dictionary would hold, but she didn’t care. Friendship was a difficult concept to describe; just like love. ”And they are definitely not people that you beat to death.” On that last note, she noticed that her knife had gradually lowered itself to waist level, as if her arm had been drained of its energy to guard her. This was not true; if the situation called for it, she would raise the blade again and swipe at whatever stood in her path, even if it was a human being.

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hellfire meets atlanis [Cass] Jul 20, 2012 0:22:15 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jul 20, 2012 0:22:15 GMT -5

PATCH GREY

Patch had lost it all today, it seemed that he can no longer form words. Even his best ability to physical fight seemed to have left him and he just stood there, staring at the girl in front of him, his eyes glued to her face as he gazed deep into her eyes and looked at her determination, courage and surprise. And he was sure that there was surprise in his eyes too. This day had been nothing, but surprises, events and words that he never thought he would hear, things he never thought he would do and memories he had long since forgotten and banished from his mind. His history his past, was not something he liked to remember the words and events that had happened to him still, however plagued him, they made Patch, Patch, they made him the boy that everyone was scared of and feared, he needed them to be him, but he didn’t want them.

He looked away from Indigo, trying to forget, trying to shove his thoughts away from his mind, it was why he didn’t think, he didn’t think, thinking lead to stupid situations and memories that only caused pain and suffering, they only reinforced the idea of what he did was bad and the fact that even if he was to change he couldn’t, Patch had already done to much bad in this world, he had already seen too much to go backwards and grab everything he had done wrong, drown it, kill it and start anew. To be honest Patch expected to see contempt, triumph or even disgust in Indigo’s eyes, she had pulled him apart and found the part of him that hurt the most, the part of him that was the most vulnerable and painful. She had found his weakness. But he didn’t see that in her eyes, as she spoke all he saw was the faint light of a challenge, she didn’t believe him, but then no one ever did.

He could expect no less than that, after all he was Patch, he was murderer, basher and liar, how could he even expect anyone to believe him, but something inside of him thought that this girl would actually believe him, something inside of him had actually thought, had actually let him think and believe that maybe if he said this girl would listen and believe him. He was wrong. Patch had seen people on the streets, hugging, talking and laughing, he knew what it was simply called, he didn’t know what it meant, or for that matter felt like. Simply knowing the name of something doesn’t mean you know anything about it. He had never experienced friendship, he had never experienced it, even with Leah there had never been anything, but I do you do, we stick together so that we don’t go to jail. There was no friendship there, it was just a mutual bond that they shared, nothing more and nothing less.

”And they are definitely not people that you beat to death.”

He shrugs, a smirk, smile, grin no longer on his face. He was serious, about what he had just said. “I gotta go.” He said. He brought his injured arm up to his chest and he cradled it to him, for the first time he felt the sting of the wound bite his body and he stared numbly at the bloodied hand. “Huh… That’s what pain feels like.” he muttered. He then turned around and walked away, leaving Indigo standing there.

As he continued to work he felt a burning desire to go back to that girl, she had been the first person to ever make him hurt.

THE END.

Last Edit: Jul 22, 2012 5:15:13 GMT -5 by cass