stand down { otis/cyrus } kou
Oct 24, 2015 11:02:03 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Oct 24, 2015 11:02:03 GMT -5
("Father! Father please! Please dont hurt him- he- he is just a boy! Please, please-"
His fist slams into her jaw, knocking her to the ground. She does not scream out in pain though, her eyes welling with silent tears as he came for her again, his fist pounding into her body and all she can do is apologize, the words ' I am sorry' lost to the sound of flesh on flesh, lost never to be heard by the man mans his violet fists.)
She watches as the boy is beaten. She watches as the woman drives her fist into his shoulder, her face screwed up in anger as she strikes the child once again. Her eyes were not the only pair to watch the the situation unfolded. Many more were focused on the woman but none of them steeped forward, no one stepped forwards to help the child. All frozen, scared, or helpless or simply just couldn't give two fucks.
But not her.
She steps forward, her feet carrying her over to the child as the woman raises her fist once again. Just as the fist hurls down to explode onto the helpless kid her arm goes flying from her side. But she does not hit the woman, her fingers simply close around the woman's wrist, the blow she had intended to inflict cu short.
The woman's eyes blaze with fury as they burn into her skin, they dance with the fires of hell but Otis does not back down, her lips set in a firm line as she places her body between the child and its mother. It was a situation that made her stomach churn, her mind flashing back to the numerous times she had shielded her brother with her own body. But she does not let the memories weaken her, in fact she draws power from them, squaring her shoulders her eyes shoot daggers at the woman, her fathers face a ghost dancing across the woman's features.
'What the hell do you think you are doing?" Venom, as poisonous as a snake strikes into the girls skin but she dose not flinch, her eyes unyielding, her stance unbreakable. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She spits, ripping her wrist from Otis's iron grin (She has never known to be strong, but adrenaline pumped through her veins, lending her strength.)
"Why do you strike this child?" Her voice is as cold as ice, her eyes as hard as steel. "Do you gain some sort of sick satisfaction from beating a child? Some sort of victory at attacking someone who cant- who wont fight back because they love you. Its sick isn't it, because despite the way you hurt this kid, they will still love you. Its fucked isn't it? But who am I right?" She raises an eyebrow as she speaks now, crossing her arms across her chest. Before raising her voice, so that everyone could hear her. "You know what, you are all fucked. All of you! How could you all just watch as this mother beat up her own child? How could none of you step in and stop her? You all make me sick." This time it is her time to spit, her eyes slicing into the crowd, like a blade slicing through flesh.
"I bet you all talk about how cruel life is, how harsh how messed up it is and yet none of you will do anything about it when you have the chance to. You are all so content with just sitting back and allowing this cruel disgusting world to trample over you. Your all pathetic. All of you. And you-" She speaks directly at the woman once again, her voice dangerously low "- you're the worst."
His fist slams into her jaw, knocking her to the ground. She does not scream out in pain though, her eyes welling with silent tears as he came for her again, his fist pounding into her body and all she can do is apologize, the words ' I am sorry' lost to the sound of flesh on flesh, lost never to be heard by the man mans his violet fists.)
She watches as the boy is beaten. She watches as the woman drives her fist into his shoulder, her face screwed up in anger as she strikes the child once again. Her eyes were not the only pair to watch the the situation unfolded. Many more were focused on the woman but none of them steeped forward, no one stepped forwards to help the child. All frozen, scared, or helpless or simply just couldn't give two fucks.
But not her.
She steps forward, her feet carrying her over to the child as the woman raises her fist once again. Just as the fist hurls down to explode onto the helpless kid her arm goes flying from her side. But she does not hit the woman, her fingers simply close around the woman's wrist, the blow she had intended to inflict cu short.
The woman's eyes blaze with fury as they burn into her skin, they dance with the fires of hell but Otis does not back down, her lips set in a firm line as she places her body between the child and its mother. It was a situation that made her stomach churn, her mind flashing back to the numerous times she had shielded her brother with her own body. But she does not let the memories weaken her, in fact she draws power from them, squaring her shoulders her eyes shoot daggers at the woman, her fathers face a ghost dancing across the woman's features.
'What the hell do you think you are doing?" Venom, as poisonous as a snake strikes into the girls skin but she dose not flinch, her eyes unyielding, her stance unbreakable. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She spits, ripping her wrist from Otis's iron grin (She has never known to be strong, but adrenaline pumped through her veins, lending her strength.)
"Why do you strike this child?" Her voice is as cold as ice, her eyes as hard as steel. "Do you gain some sort of sick satisfaction from beating a child? Some sort of victory at attacking someone who cant- who wont fight back because they love you. Its sick isn't it, because despite the way you hurt this kid, they will still love you. Its fucked isn't it? But who am I right?" She raises an eyebrow as she speaks now, crossing her arms across her chest. Before raising her voice, so that everyone could hear her. "You know what, you are all fucked. All of you! How could you all just watch as this mother beat up her own child? How could none of you step in and stop her? You all make me sick." This time it is her time to spit, her eyes slicing into the crowd, like a blade slicing through flesh.
"I bet you all talk about how cruel life is, how harsh how messed up it is and yet none of you will do anything about it when you have the chance to. You are all so content with just sitting back and allowing this cruel disgusting world to trample over you. Your all pathetic. All of you. And you-" She speaks directly at the woman once again, her voice dangerously low "- you're the worst."
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