Vance Boyd {District Two} FIN

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Vance Boyd {District Two} FIN Jan 31, 2014 12:56:27 GMT -5

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S I L E N C E

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B O Y D
DISTRICT2 | FIFTEEN | MALE

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Does - "Says" - Thinks - Hears

Silence.
It surrounds me like a veil. It wraps me in its cold embrace, trapping me within locked arms.
Resistance.
I am strong. Aged beyond my fifteen years, hills and valleys surround my navel. Yet no amount of struggle can overcome this silence. Its greedy hand strangle my lips, much larger than they that lay low on my soft jaw. Skin, brown as the hide imported from the 10th district, stretches across my body. Walking through a crowd, they often part before me. Like a sea in the old myths I once read so long ago.
Intimidation
Akin to the silence, it protects it. Giving me a dark complexion and a steep brow, stretching my legs and my torso high above most. A large forehead ebbs into hair like the night sky. Curls tuck tightly to my skull, giving it a coarse texture. It catches on my dried fingers as a large hand, yet to have been caught up to by my already large profile, rake through it.
Alone
(How ironic that all these traits have led up to this). It wasn't always like this, trapped within myself. Only able to break through for those that my heart has grown fond for. (Which is increasingly difficult the more the silence chokes me). A little girl, smaller than I, but the blood which flowed through my veins flowed through hers. A crimson connection irreplaceable by any replica by the heart or mind. A life had barely begun when she vanished. A trip to the heart of our home, a place we knew so well. Not with a definitive answer, not a stopped heart, nor the blood we shared seeping from a wound in her body. Her name was not pulled from a glass bowl, nor was she dragged away by men in stiff suits and helmets upon their head. She simply vanished. As though Ripred himself had taken her in his divine hands. Away from her home and into somewhere unknown. And that is when silence rose within me, to fill the void left by her sudden departure. It had always been there, lurking within. Lonely days at school, towering above my classmates. My legs stretched underneath a chair. The way my heart would thrash within it's cage at the thought of my voice, like that of a sheet of ice, to leave my lips when talking to another.

(Vance Boyd: Lone Wolf)

And that's when a black abyss overcame me. A vortex of blame and hate completely overwhelmed me for months. My body, grew in size, leaving any remnants of the fifteen year old, of innocence dead and gone with my sister. And still that number plagues me, as my heart has only pumped for fifteen years. Fifteen years I had seen the carefully manicured hand reach into that ornate sphere. Watch as it danced tauntingly above the slips of paper as we all waited with baited breath. They smug line that adorned their overly made up faces as they reaped another life. (A sick embodiment of death, an omen for the lives of 23 others.) How many had returned to us after their "victory". (I'm willing to bet I could count it on one hand.)

And in those days; weeks; months; years (as by this time I have truly lost count, that time is such an incoherent blur) passed a loathing grew deep within me. For that of deep aching that clings at my heart at the time when I had nothing by my own shadow to keep me company. And a fear as well, that one day I will turn around and everything that I have worked for will too be gone. And I will be alone once more.

(Vance Boyd: not-so lone wolf)

I met a girl. With the rays of the sun falling around her shoulders. And I could feel the silence that surrounded her as well. And one time, I finally won the struggle. My mouth was able to form two words, with the same polite term i reserve for when I am spoken to.
"I'm Boyd." My hand offers itself to her. And ever-so-slightly it shakes, just as my heart races. Erin Reyes. I could see some of myself in her, and even the girl who had disappeared so long ago. And I wanted to protect her. From what had become of me, and for what had become of the little girl, lost in the crowd.

(Vance Boyd: Knight in shining armor)

A family had welcomed me into it's embrace. It chased away the silence, and it gave me what I craved for so long.
I belonged.

A man named Dedric, took what I can only assume was pity on me. And the anger, sorrow, the hatred for what I had done and others had done to me was soon channeled into training. And with each passing day my commitment to this new family grows stronger. Though the tight fear that holds me is stilled pressed against my lips, choking down the words I wished I could say, I am not alone.

I am not at a loss for words because there is simply nothing but my own ears to take in the sound, but instead I observe. Those who have earned my trust have earned my protection, few in the family rival my strength.

And one day, I want to be known. Boyd, a hero, the savior of lives and mender of hardships. I want to be someone looked up to, a cocky smile playing across my lips as I listen to the praise that are thrown so freely towards me.

And yet what if I am destined to be the opposite? The half-smile instead a snarl, and savior becoming murderer. What if i cannot control what I was given, as my anger has more than once consumed me. As the blame that I had forced upon myself became too much to bare, the pressure was finally released, exploding like the drinks corked tightly in green bottles. A mess of foam erupting so suddenly as to catch anyone unawares.

And as I build pressure. As those I love poke and prod at the cork that has kept me together, slowly loosening it from the comfort which I had grown to love. As they stripped me of my silence, there was nothing left to do but erupt.

(And what if I were to hurt someone I loved?)

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