{ caught in life's snare } cassie/shadow d4 traps
Nov 22, 2013 18:26:36 GMT -5
Post by semper on Nov 22, 2013 18:26:36 GMT -5
[/size][/justify]s h a d o w b i s o n
Your father never said why he had named you Shadow. He had mentioned one night (while he was having one of his nightly emotional breakdowns and talking to the thin air, accompanied by a few bottles of whiskey) that you were a mistake and a thief for taking his girlfriend’s life, words dripping with a kind of venom you never would have expected to come from him. He also mentioned how you were a burden thrust upon him, and it was only out of the love for his past love that he even kept you around.
(But he didn’t really mean that, did he?)
What about all the stories he told you? What about all the times that he held your hand when you were having a panic attack? Did any of that mean anything to him? He was the one person you would not hesitate to hold tightly onto, the one you trusted with your life – whom you looked up to and thought to be omniscient and omnipotent – but what did he really think about you? (Perhaps you really were nothing more than a mistake.) It was no mistake that your name was called for the reaping, though; that was a fact and now you were making up for all the grief you had caused your father. All the blood, pain, and tears were just Fate’s way of returning the favor.
Even if your sole purpose in life was to be a mistake and only make more of them, why had you survived for this long? You could have died at birth, a cow could have kicked your skull in, you could have fallen out of a tree, you could have been slaughtered in the bloodbath – but you weren’t. Ripred only knew why you hadn’t been murdered yet. (There had to be a reason then for you still breathing.) Surely you would find out why. (Hopefully.)
You lifted her hand off your face and groaned, feeling as if you had just woken up from a long sleep. Every bone and muscle in your body ached from far too much use. You sat up stiffly and stretched, immediately regretting the motions as a sharp pain erupted in your belly. A cringe made you hunch over and you whimpered, gingerly placing a hand over the scabbed wound. (Just be careful next time.) You stood up and glanced at Cassie. She appeared to be still asleep so you made your steps silent while you meandered around the tree – shrieking when the ground suddenly reached up to your head, quickly followed by the feeling of weightlessness. Your stomach dropped and the wind rushed by and suddenly the harsh texture of bark slammed against your face, stinging hellishly when you swung away.
The world was upside down and blood began rushing to your head. You thrashed around, yelping, reaching down at the ground but grasping only thin air. (What had happened?!) Whimpers and panicked cries escaped you while you tried again to somehow touch base with the grass that was just too far. (Don’t panic, it’s okay now – nothing more is happening now. Focus on escaping.) Pressure began to build up in your head, particularly behind the eyes, and you took a few shaky breaths to steady yourself. Upon looking up you discovered that a rope was circled around your ankle, and it was starting to cut off the circulation in your foot already. You swallowed hard, quickly trying to sort out a way to free yourself.
Iago's trap
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failed escapei’m faking glory
and send a smile over
and the stories brand new
but i can take it from here
i’ll find my own bravado
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