Ares Hale :||: D5 :||: FIN

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A R E S.



A divinity of she is all I would ever be...

    I was born of cobwebs and ripped blankets. Of shirts that are riddled with stains and shoes that smell of rotting mildew. Her hair was always more shiny then mine, her skin always smoother, her eyes always had a brighter twinkle. I was always just a few ticks below her beauty. She looked exactly like our mother, that sneaky skank. It served her right getting curses with those whorish looks. I was delighted to watch as she crumbled beneath the weight of the world. Saxton was long dead before she ever stepped foot in the arena. 

    She ran from us like a rodent, the tapping of her little claws rustle along the rustic tile floors. I had no respect for someone who runs. Even when she was in the arena she was worthless. Everyone fell around her until finally she fell, and on that day I had never clucked more loudly. I shrilled at the television, tears streaming down my face. A more vivid laughter had never overtaken my body. Those around me stared in dismay, but it was all so comedic. The dimwitted mouse had finally had its neck broken beneath the metal trap. The same trap that had been hovering above her little flea infested skull her whole life. Watching her die brought me great joy. 

    We were a family of starved wolves. All of us thrashing to survive, though it seemed the youngest of us would be left for dead. We lusted for attention, for want, for love. Legion was the first to discover that these things did not exist. He left us first, wandering into a world of loneliness, because we could not satisfy him. He was incapable of watching mother sleep around and father drink. He was too weak, his stomach that of a newborn child. He could only vomit the vial behavior, but me...I learned to choke it down. 

    Saxton was the next to run from the hatred that was our family. She ran just like Legion. They both rested their heads among the cold cobblestone streets, and ate from the bins of trash. They refused to be here because weakness was an illness they both had been infected with. I was left with only Joan, but Joan too would run eventually, I could see the weakness in her young eyes, the timidness in her voice. There was no hope of survival. I would be left alone to fend off our parents. Strength was a rare virtue and I had already mastered it. 

    I didn't speak, not because I was afraid to, but because words were of no use to me. Of course children wondered why, and mother always seemed to hit me more for doing nothing more then be silent, but I would not invest my time in things as petty as speech. I wasn't stupid, I could speak just fine, I just chose not to. I stayed home in my room in the far back corner of the house, for the most part at least. I left for food, and school, and that was all. I lived like an animal, but soon they would see that I was of a higher intelligence. I stayed quiet for so long, but soon I would shatter the glass with my eruption, though words would not be my solution. 

    They say I look like my father...the drunk. His thick dark eyebrows, and his charcoal locks. The way his eyes look transparent in the sunlight. That I was a spitting image. My skin the same ivory tone, and my lips just as plump. My nose crooked the same, and my body just as scrawny. I hated how my parent's venomous looks where rubbed onto me. Weakness was all around me and I would have to find a way to stay afloat. 

    I am the only child of us all that is a definite offspring of both of our parents. With the rest of my siblings it is hard to know if they are born from the same father. I am the only child that mimics his strong genetics, while the rest seem to look much more like mother. I am cursed with the venom that is both of their blood. A slut for a mother, and a weak drunk bastard for a father. It would seem I had no hope, but I had no issue fighting against my gene pool. Genetics would not define me. 

    I sit awake curled beneath the wool jacket that was once Saxton's. I sit there and I watch and I wait. Eventually the walls would crumble, and eventually those around me would find the death that they deserve. I would be left alone, at peace, because I am that of the divine. I am meant to outlast the weak. I am meant to outlast the strong, I could not be defied. I seek vengeance in every way, because beauty and love were not worth the sweat of my brow. Survival wasn't all I wanted, all I thirsted for, no I deserved to retaliate. I would watch the world fall...what a pitiful species, us humans.