upon this bitter peak // samira vs desimae
Nov 12, 2016 12:09:06 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Nov 12, 2016 12:09:06 GMT -5
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The blood of the boy had messed my hands. The fallen body of Mitchell only a few inches from my heel. I let everything go, the tears, the fear, the endless facade. Mitchell handed me a card, the symbol of a spade resting in its corners, a jewelry adorned women sitting in the center. I read the smoothly placed lettering that Mitchell had added to the card. "Stay strong for them..." was all it read. I turn away from Mitchell, incapable of watching his throat dispel of anymore of that crimson liquid. They had taken one of my boys from me, destroyed him with a genetically mutated beast. They hadn't even given him a fighting chance. I had once thought that my boys where invincible, that they could conquer the world. That I would follow by their side until the bitter end, but I was wrong. He fell just as all others fell, he bled just as all others bled, and he died, just as the rest of them would have to. I had to leave this trance, this unworldly belief that we would forever live in this world created for us. It would all have to come to an end eventually, they needed a conclusion, they craved a story.
I tuck the card into the back pocket of my charcoal pants, I could no longer be string for them, I had to be strong for myself, and for Lilith. That night was one of silence, we all had fallen flat to this astonishing event. That each and every one of us was disposable. I had let my head get so wrapped around the three of them, that I had forgotten that I was already a corpse. We all were, they stole any chance of life for us the second each of us heard our own names. The moment that our own familiar syllables come echoing back into our skulls, that was our end. The justice building was the families view into the casket, and the arena was our hell.
That night we were cast adrift among the sea of a brutal storm. Sleep hadn't overcome me, though I had nearly forgotten what actual sleep felt like. too many nights spent worrying about my coming oblivion. I had to shield my eyes to avoid the crisp burn of the wind, I had to stumble to try and keep Jenoah and Asha in site, but I had failed. My shouting could not be heard among the roars, though I hadn't wanted to be found. I knew that one day soon, they would end me, or I would have to end them. There was no more use in avoiding the inevitable. This world was not everlasting, these people are not mine to protect. Not now, not ever, I had to keep strong for myself, because I had a sister who needed me. I had trees to sit atop, and I had sweet nectar to take me into a state of bliss. Though my life had been stripped from me, I would not let them strip my kin of theirs.
I am met with the tender glow of the sun. My hair scattered atop my head from the harsh wind, my skin browned and crusted with the blood of my old friend. My eyes swelled in redness, not because of fear, and not because of sorrow, but because I have been reborn. I was cast away from my flock, forced to flutter to my own destination, and soon I would soar on my own. I somehow had made it this far in the arena without taking a life of one of the wicked, without stealing the soul of a child. I knew that it was unavoidable, but I had managed to avoid it for long enough. When I had recalled my bearings, I realized that I wasn't too far from where we had decided to take rest. That they may very well be somewhere near, but I had no desire to reunite. We had already severed our bond, our invincibility had been broken, and now we would have to find our strength within each of ourselves.
I could feel the presence of another, of someone whom I had possibly been familiar with. It was Samira, one of the girls from that group we ran into quiet frequently at the start of this thing. She was alive and well, but she was alone, just as I am. Who knows what brought her here, what made her cross paths with me. Perhaps it was the storm, perhaps she was running from something, or from someone. Either way, I had to let my fire flicker higher then ever before. I had to burn brighter then a supernova, she would be blind to my attacks, I would reign victorious. I hadn't had the strength in me to end a life before, and perhaps I still don't, but that we would soon find out. I no longer felt the need to use that persona to threaten those around me. That was who I was to ensure my safety, as an exotic bird would puff its chest to appear more lethal. "I'm sure you understand that there has to be an end Samira. You know just as well as I that only one of us is leaving, so fight like hell." I say, detaching my sword from my belt. I lunge forward at the girl, I wanted out of here, just as she did. But I would have to want more, I would have to be stronger.
I tuck the card into the back pocket of my charcoal pants, I could no longer be string for them, I had to be strong for myself, and for Lilith. That night was one of silence, we all had fallen flat to this astonishing event. That each and every one of us was disposable. I had let my head get so wrapped around the three of them, that I had forgotten that I was already a corpse. We all were, they stole any chance of life for us the second each of us heard our own names. The moment that our own familiar syllables come echoing back into our skulls, that was our end. The justice building was the families view into the casket, and the arena was our hell.
That night we were cast adrift among the sea of a brutal storm. Sleep hadn't overcome me, though I had nearly forgotten what actual sleep felt like. too many nights spent worrying about my coming oblivion. I had to shield my eyes to avoid the crisp burn of the wind, I had to stumble to try and keep Jenoah and Asha in site, but I had failed. My shouting could not be heard among the roars, though I hadn't wanted to be found. I knew that one day soon, they would end me, or I would have to end them. There was no more use in avoiding the inevitable. This world was not everlasting, these people are not mine to protect. Not now, not ever, I had to keep strong for myself, because I had a sister who needed me. I had trees to sit atop, and I had sweet nectar to take me into a state of bliss. Though my life had been stripped from me, I would not let them strip my kin of theirs.
I am met with the tender glow of the sun. My hair scattered atop my head from the harsh wind, my skin browned and crusted with the blood of my old friend. My eyes swelled in redness, not because of fear, and not because of sorrow, but because I have been reborn. I was cast away from my flock, forced to flutter to my own destination, and soon I would soar on my own. I somehow had made it this far in the arena without taking a life of one of the wicked, without stealing the soul of a child. I knew that it was unavoidable, but I had managed to avoid it for long enough. When I had recalled my bearings, I realized that I wasn't too far from where we had decided to take rest. That they may very well be somewhere near, but I had no desire to reunite. We had already severed our bond, our invincibility had been broken, and now we would have to find our strength within each of ourselves.
I could feel the presence of another, of someone whom I had possibly been familiar with. It was Samira, one of the girls from that group we ran into quiet frequently at the start of this thing. She was alive and well, but she was alone, just as I am. Who knows what brought her here, what made her cross paths with me. Perhaps it was the storm, perhaps she was running from something, or from someone. Either way, I had to let my fire flicker higher then ever before. I had to burn brighter then a supernova, she would be blind to my attacks, I would reign victorious. I hadn't had the strength in me to end a life before, and perhaps I still don't, but that we would soon find out. I no longer felt the need to use that persona to threaten those around me. That was who I was to ensure my safety, as an exotic bird would puff its chest to appear more lethal. "I'm sure you understand that there has to be an end Samira. You know just as well as I that only one of us is leaving, so fight like hell." I say, detaching my sword from my belt. I lunge forward at the girl, I wanted out of here, just as she did. But I would have to want more, I would have to be stronger.
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