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k!ah Moderator 4,628 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen May 20, 2024 10:19:08 GMT -5 #expensivetrash	Orca // d4 // done Jun 22, 2014 21:35:43 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by k!ah on Jun 22, 2014 21:35:43 GMT -5 Orca (<-- cover up name. Given name: Miles Waters) // District four // seventeen //male // o d a i r parents status :: mother :: dead :: father :: unknown sibling status :: brother :: dead :: sister :: unknown
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Post by k!ah on Jun 22, 2014 21:56:55 GMT -5

O R C A

Have your parents ever told you not to get mixed up in the wrong crowd? To be careful around people? Because they are right, you know. You have to be careful. Some of us don't understand, we just take what we hear from our parents for granted. Just shrug it off with a wave of a hand and a cheeky grin… I mean thats what I did. My mother had told me to avoid these people that just the smell of them was a smell that called out trouble. But I had just smiled at her and told her to quite worrying because I felt like I could trust these people. I had wanted into their group so bad. I had wanted nothing more than to be a part of them, and when i did become one of them i wanted nothing more to do with them.

People are not all what they seem. Another thing she had told me. Another things I had just swept under the carpet. Another reason to want to leave.

I joined the gang when I was fifteen. I had heard so much about them and they seemed like the coolest people out. People feared them, they wanted nothing to do with them because they were dangerous. I had heard that they new how to take care of themselves, that they trained each other to become the best fighters they could bye, by pitting the off against each other in fights to the death (thats how you joined. You had to kill one of their members by hand to hand combat). It hadn't scared me at first. I had been intrigued by the process because didn't that mean only the best of the best, the strongest of the strongest survived? The whole idea intrigued me and I wanted to know more.

My mother had seen my weird behaviour and when she asked about what I was doing the fear in her eyes had almost startled me but I just shrugged it off and told her that if i were to join them that I would be able to precept her, her and my father and my brother and my sister. So when I did get in, after months of training, after killing one of their most loyal rats- a boy around my age- they welcomed me. They took me into their arms. I had thought I had found a new family, you know, people who would actually care about me and protect the people I loved as if they were there own because thats what you do in gangs, right?

But then I found out, I found out what this gang really was.

People can be deceiving. Thats what she had said and boy was she right. If only… if only i had listened to her when I had the chance.

This was no gang, this was a cult. These people, these people who I thought were amazing and people I wanted to be like were brainwashed. They weren't fighting to be a family, but fighting under the control of one man. They took me to see Him. He sat on a throne, one made of bones (bones of the ones who had died in the attempts to hold their place in the cult., someone whispered in my ear.) This cult was won who believed that the weak would die, that the weak were people who made this earth filthy, they sinned and that the weak had no place here. They believed that this man, this guy who sat on the throne could channel the word of Ripred, they believed that he was his voice. Ripred told him that the weak were not to prevail and thus they needed to be exterminated from this earth. Thats why people have to fight to get in because those who lost are those who were not string enough to live in this world.

They told me that this guy was their everything, that what he said was law. Did you know they killed people for this guy? If he said rip that child's throat out they would have done it… without question. I guess by this stage I was meant to be like his puppet too. After all I had killed a boy to get where I was now. ( I had killed someone, did he have a family, like me? Did he even question the people who assigned him to fight me? Did he feel like he had been betrayed when I sent my fist flying at his face to hard that it snapped his neck? Didn't that make me as bad as the rest already?)

The leader had looked at me with his beady eyes, a twisted smile forming on his pale lips. “Ah so this is the new recruit. He is a cute one, aint he?” His long windy fingers curl around one another has he speaks and I am tempted to take a step back, but a steady hand on my back keeps me in place. “Well, have the rules been explained to you?” He asked separating his entwined fingers as he gives a shrug. I shake my head and look to the ground, no longer being able to look into those beady eyes filled with something that I couldn't even recognise. I sense a smile as more words begin to dribble from his lips, “You know, there is no turning back now. Now since you know this little gang aint excatly what it seems. You are mine now and you will do as I ask or I will tear down what maters most to you.” I swallow, but don't say a word. “These people, they all used to be like you, but then I taught them, I taught them too love me and me alone and now there bodies, their souls, they are all mine- You may feel sick at the idea, but you have no idea the power you get from this. And power is addictive.”

I look up now, my lips that are usually brushed with colour were pale, my sea blue eyes which are usually clear and enthusiastic were swimming with panic and trouble. I didn't want to be part of this, of this cult. That is not why I had gone through this. I had trained I had become better than the rest because I did this in order to join them as a family member. To join a fucking gang who were a close knit of people who shared the same interests. This? This was fucking ridiculous. “What the hell do you thin I am? I am not going to join this little cult of yours! I came here to join people who shared the same beliefs as me- not to be brainwashed by some freak!” My voice echoes off the stone walls around me and I expected to see the man frown or get angry but all that happened was his already stretched lips stretched even further until I was almost sure that they were going to snap.

This wasn't me. I was a kind boy, one who did everything for his family. I was a respected boy, one who people saw in the streets and would smile and wave at because they knew that I was a boy that did not put himself before others- thats why I had wanted to join the gang in the first place.

people are not what they seem. Her voice was back, filling my ears. If only I had not waved off her warning with a turn of my back and a small burst of laughter.

Hastily I brush away my dark hair, pulling my hand over my head before allowing it to drop to my side. “I thought you were going to say something like that. And really it is a nuisance cause I kind of like your mother, she has very pretty eyes. It is a pity that this has to end this way. But I told you, you cant go back now, this is how it has to be. And if I have to do this, terrible things like this, than so be it.”is words draw a frown onto my forehead. What was he talking about? How did he know who my mother was? I couldn't under- “Bring her in.” Three words was all it took for understanding to draw o me and when it did I tried to run- but didn't make it far before hands made of iron clasped my wrists tightly.

“No, please, leave- leave her out of this! She has nothing to do with anything! Please, you cant do this!” My pleads slip tom my lips before I can stop them, my eyes begging for mercy.

“Sorry son, but I have to do this. I have to prove to you that I am the only one. You want the rest of your family to be safe than watch closely and do as your told.” As he speaks, too men drag my mother out of a room. Her fax is streaked with tears and her eyes a frantic. They mind mine and I want to scream.

“Mother- Mum! t will be ok, alright? I’ll figure something out, I promise. Ok? Don't worry, you will be safe mum.” My words are frantic as I try my best to free myself from my captures grips of iron. “I promise.”

“Miles, it will be ok. I am not scared, alright? Just… Just keep your family safe. I know, I know that is what you have always done. I love you.” Her words slip from her lips, a lonely tear sliding down her skin which was as pale as my own. “I love y-“ Her words are cut short by the knife that slides through her eye.

“How very touching, my heart aches for you.”

Her body drops to the ground.

I am screaming.

My hands are let go of and I run to my mother. Gently I pull her onto my lap and strike her hair tears running down my face, my whole body shaking. “It’ll be ok mum, I’ll take care of you. It will be ok. it’ll be ok. It’ll be. It’ll be ok. ok. I’ll take care of you mum. I won’t let anyone hurt you I love you. it’ll be ok. Your safe in my arms mum. I’ll take care of the rest if them.” I lean down and touch my forehead to hers my eyes squeezed shut my body shaking with sobs. “Mum, I promised… I am so so sorry. please, please forgive me.”

I don’t know for how long I had sat there, my body cradling my mothers lifeless one. But I knew that ager a while they pried me away from her. They dragged her body away and that was the last time I ever saw it. I didn’t get to give her a funeral. Nothing. From time to time I almost forget what she looked like, or the sound of her voice and that scares the shit out of me because I don't want to forget. I never want to forget.

After that I worked with them. For a few years. I had one chance to get to my filly and I did. I told them about mum and I told them to run, to hide. I told them that I would buy them time, time to change everything, to get a new identity to forget I even existed. My father had grabbed my sister and ran. But my brother. He didn't want to leave because he was scared. Scared for e. Scared for himself. I begged him to go and he said that he would leave that night.

Months past.

Almost a year to be precise and I decided that it was my turn to leave to I ran that night. I left it all behind me. I went home first. I knew it would be a mistake but I did it anyways. As soon as I walked into the house I knew that something was wrong because it smelt horrid, like decaying flesh. I walked around the whole pint then I came to my brothers room and the smell intensified. I walked in, my movements cautious. “Hello?” I whispered before opening the door completely. You can only image my surprise as I com face to face with my dead brother. A knife through his eye, a note pinned to his chest.

Did you really think you could win?

Thats all it said and I didn't even think before running from the house and onto the streets where I ran for the whole night, my strong legs pumping harder than they ever had before. My dark hair flew into my eyes a few times, but I knocked it away impatiently, my whole body desperate to get as far away as I could. I wanted to escape. I needed to escape. and I did.

I escaped that night and I have now been on the run for a year. I tell people that my name is Orca because how could anyone chase that back to me? It was a safe name.

I didn't know if my father n sister were alive or dead. I hoped they were alive, I hope to rip red that they were alive and breathing because if they weren’t, like mum and brother they would both be dead because of me. I work in a small fishing store in a more deserted harbour where I was safe and could scape easily.

I was safe for now- but for how long?

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