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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jun 1, 2014 11:17:56 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Jun 1, 2014 11:17:56 GMT -5

I walk down the streets of the town square of District 7 after a shift in the woods, "enjoying" the heat of the summer sun beating down on my back. Why couldn't there be any trees in the square. They're everywhere else! "Hey! Watch where you're going, kid!" I look up to see a Peacekeeper standing there. "S-sorry, sir. It w-won't happen again." I rush off in the direction I was going. How the hell did he get there? He must of just walked out of a store. Right? Whatever happened, it made my heartbeat increase by very much, and I seemed to sweet even more than usual. Ever since that incident with Seth, I became more uptight. It wasn't because of what I saw, it was what could happen. I don't know if he actually survived or not. If he survived, he could have told someone, who could have told a Peacekeeper. If one of them finds out, I might sent to the Detention Center! I don't want to go there! I'm still reapable!

I look behind me to see if the Peacekeeper is following, and sigh in relief because I see him walking in the opposite direction. With out thinking, I head back to the woods. Why am I going to the woods? Might as well just walk around somewhere alone and try to calm down. I through my hatchet into the ground and start climbing a tree. I keep on falling, but I eventually get it. Sitting up high in the branches, I feel high and mighty. It feels so good up here. Why is there a breeze here and not down in the square? I climb a little higher, about 20 feet off the ground, and just sit there and enjoy what I can see. While looking around, a twig snapping below me gets my attention, and gets me worried again. "Hello? Who's there?"

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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jun 1, 2014 11:55:22 GMT -5

Post by * on Jun 1, 2014 11:55:22 GMT -5

Another day. That's all this is. Another day of pain. Another day of boredom. Another reason to just wish for my old life back. Damn that Marcus. Damn that girl. I swear, If I ever see him again, I'll kill him.

My eyes squint to the bright lights flashing through the window of my room. My little sister has taken the job that I was going for. No longer as my fathers woodsman apprentice. I'm actually doing something different now. With the healing part of me down to just getting used to this appendage that isn't my own, I've found my own calling now. Carving things out of the wood that my father brings home. People actually buy this stuff. Hand made items fresh from seven seem to be something the capital craves and my own creations have become part of that. It's a meager way to help my family with finances, but for some reason, I've never seen my father so pleased.

He has changed since the day he learned about my misfortune in the woods. When some girl happened upon my poor fading soul. She saved me, she did. Somehow she pulled me back to the living. Life as I know it has never been the same again, better even. Instead of my fathers harsh words against me to his fellow woodsmen, I'm getting the praise I deserve. Smiles have returned to me in the last few weeks. Though, I still think about it. Dream about it.

His eyes.

His scowl.

His hatchet.

Sometimes, my sister will come in to wake me up, but I shoo her away like fresh carvings off one of my own new creations. I've become a recluse most of the time, except for today. I'm craving that smell. That feel. The woods is calling me like any other day. So, I slip out before my mother can notice my disappearance.

It takes twice as long as normal to get to where I want to be anymore, but I'm glad that all I need is my fake appendage and just a walking stick. No longer am I in need of someone's hand to steady me. I learn quickly.

One step wrong, I find myself, stumbling over a thick stick, snapping it in two and just as a reflex, I'm using the walking stick as a weapon to the voice that graces me my ears. I study the area around, but no a single trace of life is seen.

"Who wants to know?" I let the words flow through my mouth, a harsh tone that hasn't settled from the incident. Just as I try to wonder where the voice is, I glance upward into the tree. Fucking - no!

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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jun 1, 2014 12:45:27 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Jun 1, 2014 12:45:27 GMT -5

As I look around through the gaps of the branches, I here a voice that replied to my question, making me look straight down. The figure's on the ground, and it takes a second to realize who it is. I smile sarcastically. "Why hello, Seth. I see that you can finally walk now." I spit down, trying to hit him. I get so tempted just to jump down and land on top of him. But I know that I could get hurt, too. And he is using his walking stick as a makeshift weapon. Shit. My hatchet's down there, too. I quickly glance at it, trying to think up of a plan. I don't want him to have two weapons, not that he could use both of them, but it could give him the advantage.

"How's your legs. Wait, I mean leg." I laugh at my weird joke. I didn't even meat that as a joke. I just might as well keep on talking until I get a plan. That's how I get most of my plans, anyway. I could always try going to an adjacent tree and try climbing down. No. The one's around are to small. Or maybe I can just scramble down like a squirrel. Eh. To hard. "How is it, with one leg? I don't think I can stand it with only one." I think I know how I can get down quickly with out hurting myself.

I start lowering myself onto some of the lower branches, and make a jump for it. Not really 100% ready for the impact, I fall forwards and land with one of my arms straight. The pain is great, but I ignore it. My father used to hit harder. I regain my balance, head toward my hatchet and pick it up with the arm I didn't land on funny and turn back around. "Why did you come? Why today?" I swear, all of the of the times we met up, something major happened. That beast, his leg, and now this. What's going to happen today?

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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jun 2, 2014 7:05:17 GMT -5

Post by * on Jun 2, 2014 7:05:17 GMT -5

Is this another nightmare of this idiot? Surely, I'll wake up any moment. I think to myself, but all of my senses tell me that this is no dream this time. In the last few months, I've not seen him. I've not heard from him. I've kept what he had done to me underwraps and blamed it on the bloodloss that I didn't remember who it was that attacked me. Yet, I knew the whole time. I could see him clearly in my head and in my memories and if I had wanted too, I would have made my father collect him by the use of the peacekeepers. For some reason, I refused to have him found.

Why?

Guilt.

If by some weird plea, I wanted this kid that sits up in the tree to suffer. I wanted him to have to see what he had done to me over and over in his dreams. If the guilt didn't get to him and for him to show his face to the peacekeepers out of fear, I knew what I would have to do. This time, I wouldn't let him live. My father's gift of a pocket knife is hidden deep within my back pocket, but I don't even reach for it. Not yet. My life isn't in danger, but the walking stick is my first defence.

He ends up greeting me from his tree with sarcasm flowing from his lips. Questioning my well being about my leg. Is he trying to be funny?

"All healed, no thanks to you." I watch him curiously. I can see his mind working for some reason, but what would that reason be? Does he have friends lingering somewhere or is he alone? Maybe he's trying to get down?

"Ah, standing on two feet again. Don't worry... it's not like you care anyways." Anger starts to rise from within my belly. Fire starting to flow through my veins for unknown reasons. Is he going to fight me again? "Afterall, you were going to leave me for dead..."

I speak the truth. Maybe, he'll have some sort of remorse? Teh moment he lands on the ground, I watch how his arm takes the blunt of the fall, but he gets up and reaches for his hatchet. Wonderful. Another fight. Why the hell does he want to fight again? Obsessive much?

"Do I have to have a reason to be out in the woods? Might ask you the same? YOu just looking for fights now? You know. My father's been asking who hurt me every day since that day you left me to die. Each day, it's getting easier to say your name. One word is all it's going to take and the whole town will be on your like fireants to a hill. My father isn't known to let someone off the hook so easily. You touch me again, and I assure you, you won't live to see tomorrow." I threaten him and take a step back. My appendage keeping me as sturdy as the trees around me. "Now, go on, Marcus. Before you make another mistake."

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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jun 3, 2014 20:04:58 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Jun 3, 2014 20:04:58 GMT -5

For some reason, I feel glad that he said that his leg healed, even though I was the one who purposefully cut it off. With that thought, I accidentally give off a small grin which quickly went back to a small scowl or whatever I had before. Then he says something about how he's able to walk on two legs and 'me not caring.' I do care. Wait, no. I nearly felt bad for him. He was the one who started the first fight, right? "Afterall, you were going to leave me for dead..." I did, didn't I? "Who saved you anyways?" I suddenly get really confused. He should be dead. His leg was severely bleeding. He had to be dead. Why is he here?

Just as quickly as I was wondering how, he replied to my last question. He seemed almost to be threatening. I laugh out loud and shake my head. "If you think that all I do is fight with people, you're wrong. I only fight people that get on my nerves. And F.Y.I., not many do. And just because you say you're going to do something, doesn't mean you will do something. You don't have the guts to tell them, don't you? That's why you haven't told them yet? You're afraid, Seth. I can sense it. Would they even believe you if you told them? Oh, some boy in the woods and I had a big fight and he cut off my leg. How believable is that? I would think you're the crazy one. And just to let you know, I make no mistakes. I do everything for a reason. Never forget that." I hope that gets it through his thick head. Wait, I'm not angry yet. Sweet. If I stay calm, I won't be the one to start the fight, and he can be the one to blame!

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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jun 17, 2014 21:50:59 GMT -5

Post by * on Jun 17, 2014 21:50:59 GMT -5

Standing infront of an old foe, is tempting to fight him again. The only problem with that is that I'm in no condition to do so. I may be healed up enough to walk around without assistance and stuff and be out in the woods, but to get into a physical altercation with another guy my size is just not going to happen. Marcus has to question who saved me though. Like he would even care. He might even take what information I give him and go find the girl that happened upon my dying body and do something to her. It's my responcibility to make sure that he knows not of the girl.

"I had an angel watching over me that day. Apparently, there's more use for me in this district than ever." I give it to him as much as he's wanting to know.

I do end up passing over threat to him, one warning him that if he does anything to me, then my father will be the first to find out and deal with him personally. I've gotten his name written down somewhere in a journal in my room. Stashed under my bed, in face. I muse. It would be interesting for my little sister to find it and read it one day as she's known for snooping in my room at times. Well, before all this happened. Now, I'm always home and snooping around my room has become a thing of the past for her. Though, I love the way he'e baffled for my even being here.

"I refused to tell them, because I want to deal with you myself. You put me into this mess, and you will pay for it, somehow." I huff loudly. Though, getting into a fight now would certainly be stupid. I can't fight nor am I prepared to do so. "I'll never forget you, and that's a promise." I state with much hatred beginning to show in my voice. A moment later, I step backwards away from Marcus and then another. It's hard to take that second step backwards because it's the fake appendage that gets the weight but I handle it with pride.

"See you around, Marcus." I glare at him, then turn around, though never fully taking my eyes off of him. "Have fun doing whatever your suppose to be doing."

I take another few steps in the direction of where my father might be at today. I saw him and my sister heading out this way first thing this morning, but to pinpoint their location exactly will take some time.

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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jun 21, 2014 18:41:41 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Jun 21, 2014 18:41:41 GMT -5

As he gave his vague summary of what happened, I nearly felt happy for him. Someone cared enough to save someone like him! That's really cute. I smirk a little. I need to stop smirking. I don't like smirking. He threatens me again. I don't even think it was supposed to be a threat. Just something to "intimidate" me. I shake my head. "Like I said before, why don't you just do it yourself? It would make it so much simpler." He gives his farewell and starts walking off. I sarcastically salute him back, and throw my hatchet into a tree instead of the ground unlike last time. I want people to know I'm here. Just hopefully a peacekeeper comes around.

I deiced to climb the tree again, this time I am successfully able to do it on my first try. I sit there for a couple moments trying to make everything make sense. Okay. I had an encounter with Seth, and I didn't kill him. He didn't kill me either, but he wanted too. I didn't. He also said something about Peacekeepers. Peacekeepers! What if he's going to get one? He probably thinks I haven't moved. I carefully lower myself form the tree, and start walking the way Seth went, or that general area. I know I'm screwed if he tells them, not that they would believe him, right? They'd blame it on a lumber mill accident. Yeah! They'll blame it on that! That makes me feel somewhat better, but I still follow him. He could still get me in some sort of trouble. I can't have him doing that to me, can I?

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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jun 26, 2014 19:12:32 GMT -5

Post by * on Jun 26, 2014 19:12:32 GMT -5

I do what I need to at a time like this. When the odds are against me, what am I really suppose to do? Fight him anyways? What if my leg locks up or he does something to make me break it? I can't run and there's not really a lot I can do to stay agile while the thing is stiff. I always seem to get myself into these situations, but I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble just always seems to find me. Luck for me sucks. Even now, as I walk away from my enemy, I can only hope he stays put. If I had it my way, he'd be the one with the stiff wooden leg, limping away. Only, I'm not that cruel.

Step, by unstead step, I finally get comfortable enough that I don't keep weary eye behind me. After a while, I stop and lean against a tree because I can feel my fingers shaking a bit. Nerves finally catching up to me. My back presses up against the bark. A heavy breath follows. I narrowly escaped that crazy guy. What is his problem with me anyways? He better be lucky I never told anyone, but why didn't I? What good has it done me? Now I'm walking away, watching my back every few minutes because he's still walking around.

Pushing off from the tree, I start on my trek again, this time, trying to go a little faster. For unknown reasons, I feel like I hear voices somewhere in the distance again. Another two steps, I catch my bad side on something, the shoe getting caught under a uprooted part of the tree I just passed.

I stumble.

With a loud gasp, I meet with the bark of the next tree, catching myself quickly, but the bite of the bark is embedded into my skin. "DAMNIT..." I hiss out and look at the blood forming on my hand, but wipe it away on my pants. A small sting comes to my attention and as I look to my hand, a small peice of the bark is still there. "Damnit... curse you Marcus." I blame him without him even being here. If it wasn't for him, watching out for roots woudn't even be necessary. I begin to pick at it, pulling at the stuff in my skin.

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LoveHateTragedy [Marree] Jul 3, 2014 18:36:29 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Jul 3, 2014 18:36:29 GMT -5

It takes me a little longer that expected, but I found him again. Like before, he seemed to have fallen. Unlike last time, he caught himself, it seemed. His face tensed as he looked at his hand. Or that's what I thought he did with his face. It's hard to tell what expressions people make if you can't see their face. I assumed he cut his hand on the bark. That's ironic... I think. Getting hurt by the thing that... no. Just kidding. Never mind. That was stupid of me. I get back to focusing on Seth.

Where's he going? Is this the way back to town? No. I would hear more... more noise. I saw his jawline move, however, I couldn't make out what he said. He gave the impression that the scrap from the tree did more than just give him a cut. What's up with that? Was it because of me? No. I didn't do anything this time. Is that... voices? I look around to notice 2 things. 1) I was imagining the voices and 2) if Seth turns around, he would be able to see me. I duck behind a tree, and cautiously gaze around the tree. *snap* What was that? I jump a little at the noise. What the hell was that? That couldn't be Seth. It was to close. It must have been an animal. I look around the tree, and continue to watch Seth. What are you gonna do, Seth? If you go to the peacekeepers, I'll be here to stop you.

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