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catharsis. [ scarlett ] Jun 10, 2017 4:35:34 GMT -5

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Post by ✨ zozo. on Jun 10, 2017 4:35:34 GMT -5

i.

And the cacophony begins, composed by irony and preluded with her blinding arrogance.

- "Goodbye, Asriel."

"Kill him!" she shrieks at Shelby, pain shooting through her limbs like wildfire. The distance between herself and the dying boy is too great, but her eyes stay locked on target and a weapon in her hand.

A painless death ready in her fingertips and she aims to kill-

Clatter on the mansion floor, her knife lies in the echo of a gasp and a cry of pain. Asriel's knife exits as it had entered - quick, sharp, silent.

Clean across her throat.

Panic consumes her. Wide eyes that could swallow the world whole, her throat gushes - hot blood down her chest.

She sees all those wicked men before her: silver exiting their flesh, a smirk on her lips, a heartless girl in their wake. Night after night, life after life, reprised excerpts of her wickedness. Irony clutches her mangled throat and spits in her face the souls of all those she stole from life and handed to death with no shame.

(It wasn't supposed to be like this.)

Nothing makes sense as air fills up her throat and skull and threatens to explode. She finds herself falling, hands reaching desperately to close the gash inflicted across her windpipe, slipping in the pools of her own gushing blood. The lost boys run away - cowards - and as her knees clatter to the ground she finds familiar hands in her hair, underneath her arms, joining hers at her throat.

So this is death.

She loathes it, but suffering isn't a stranger to her. In her final moments it greets her like a friend and laughs - the sound reminds her of Lazarus.

Vulnerable, life slips from her lungs and her ribs collapse inwards, words and screams nothing but gargles. All she can focus on is the searing fire in her chest, the way her eyes blur and scream, the edges of her vision a vignette of death, her mother's eyes and their dead, disappointed stare, not saying a word.

She won't go down like that monster.

So she turns, life slipping away from her grip, Shelby clinging to her as if she were the one dying and Scarlett was life. (Oh child, something in her sings underneath the screaming, she is death - let her become it.) Through trembling lips and desperate gargles and agony, a last request falls from her silver tongue.

~~(Kill my mother-)~~

"Look at me..."

Tearful, darling Shelby. Living, fighting, without arrogance or hatred in her heart. She is a sweet relief, silence in the chaos, a final sigh at the end.

An epilogue, light flickering away, the dying girl ends on a question.

There's something foreign in Shelby's eyes and Scarlett doesn't quite understand it, a last shrill note before the symphony ends.

It's not lust.

It's not desire.

She thinks, for a second, that it might be lov-

(Canon fire.)

“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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catharsis. [ scarlett ] Jul 2, 2017 3:35:56 GMT -5

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Post by ✨ zozo. on Jul 2, 2017 3:35:56 GMT -5

ii.

After the girl from Eight had spoken and the crowds dispersed and the sun dipped behind afternoon clouds, a woman sits in her office and waits.

A clock ticks, each strike of clockwork an echo piercing through silence. It is a countdown with no set end. The woman behind the desk lays quiet, eyes closed, feet flat on the floor and her hands placed neatly together before her. A mother with no children left to parent - if you could call how she raised them parenting. Her serenity is odd.

For she knows.

Darling daughter dearest, always so furious to prove herself. When her number 10 had flashed across screens it was the first warning sign. When she had entered the arena and smashed the redhead's brains in it was a final straw. When her children had flown through bodies, dancing with death, silver and red and gold, her creations had damned her as omens of her death.

They are coming.

Children of Ten were not supposed to wield weapons of mass destruction and slaughter children so easily. Children of Ten were not supposed to be proud, to follow each-other into the arena, to strike fear and blades through the hearts of the country. Children of Ten were not supposed to be like them yet the cameras did not lie. They were glorious, fierce, arrogantly so.

And then they were gone.

She did not waste her tears on mourning those that betrayed her, that she had poured everything into, that she had crafted with her own hands and taught how to be better.

But she should have known that they would kill her, in the end.

When the door breaks in two and the shouts fill the halls and a gunshot marks the death of her husband she does not flinch. He is better off dead, a casualty in all of this, but she stopped loving him for his heart years ago and held on to a loveless marriage for his mind alone - she was sad, almost, to see it go.

The clock on the wall slows, ticking in slow-motion. The world spins and the woman stays centered, focused, unmoving. She opens her eyes as her office doors swing open and a sea of white spills through the empty room.

She sighs.

The clock strikes twelve.

A bullet flies through her brain.

And a ghost of a girl laughs so wickedly.

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2017 5:26:21 GMT -5 by ✨ zozo.

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catharsis. [ scarlett ] Oct 22, 2017 20:19:30 GMT -5

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Post by ✨ zozo. on Oct 22, 2017 20:19:30 GMT -5

iii.

Welcome to the end.

Her death is violent, even after her body lies still on the mansion floor. Rage floods her soul, for it is all she had ever known, and it drowns her. Over, and over, and over again.

Between desperate gasps and furious punishment she is transported, blinded and twisted, with a goal in mind. To consume, to take, to ruin. A lightning strike hits land and she arrives, chaotic, to the in-between.

"Go!" a voice screams - it sounds like forever. "GO!"

Scarlett snarls.

Red skies bleed into this sanctuary and the seas are at odds with the shore. Winds howl, ferocious, and waves slam against the sand like punches. She stands on the island in the middle of the sea and watches two figures race into the forest, a third pleading with the girl standing still on the shore.

"Aria-" Rowan begs, shoulders sagging as she tugs at her arm. "Aria, please."

But Aria does not budge. "Go," she says again - although this time, quietly. "Keep them safe. Only you can."

Rowan winces, and could she cry in this place she would. Instead she leaves, reluctantly, and disappears into the darkness of the trees to follow her friends.

When she feels their presence pass, Aria opens her eyes to stare at the girl in the middle of the sea. Her hair whips across her face, victim to the winds that enrapture the coast, and meets the girls' wicked gaze.

Lightning strikes across the ruby skies and Aria shivers. The sand beneath her bare feet shuffles, nervous, for she knows words cannot save this girl from her fate. Hell hath no fury like the devil scorned - but the devil stands across from her and she's brought hell with her.

"Such a lovely place," Scarlett croons, voice like an echo,

"to end."

And the devil pounces, shooting star across the wild stormy seas, hell inbound and Aria closes her eyes-

Another crack, the ground shakes, and she opens her eyes to salvation.

Scarlett shoots across the sky, angel falling from grace, and Samira stands steadfast in front of Aria, fist clenched, vengeance an arc across red storm clouds.

"You want Hell?" she screams, blonde hair wild in a storm of her own, "you get Hell!"

Aria sighs, relief flooding her soul. "Sam-"

But the girl only looks over her shoulder and smiles.

Flash bang - and now Samira stands on the island she brought, shipwrecked in the wrath of Scarlett's soul. She watches the girl collapse towards the sand and she aims, furious, swinging with the universe and sends the devil soaring once more. Scarlett snaps, snarling and screaming, creating a current of her own and she lands on two feet in the middle of the sea.

"COME ON!" Samira screams, two halves of war colliding. "COME AND GET ME!"

Scarlett grins, eyes red, alight like wildfire, and charges.

Lightning strikes at their collision and the world is iridescent. A great howl forms and it shuffles across the ocean, hitting Aria with all it has. It hurts, she feels it and it hurts - for she feels everything, everything, everything in this place.

Her world is dying, slowly, and she can do nothing but watch as her last salvation bends or breaks.

Scarlett is flung back, and so is Samira, but the island rises up, up, up into the sky and cushions her blow. It sends her soaring back, a rumbling in the sky, and the ocean swallows them both as Scarlett crashes into the waves, Samira plunging in after her.

The winds die down. All is quieter, for a moment. But the ocean spits them both back like a sour taste in its mouth, unable to keep down the likes of hell. They rise, at each-others throats, until Samira lands on the top of her rising island and flings Scarlett into the ground over and over and over again. She lifts the shrieking girl and they rise - and fall, the island crashing down into the depth of the ocean once more and Scarlett is flung back to the shore, heaving and defeated.

Heaving, Scarlett pulls herself up and water pours from her lungs, knees buckling, kissing the shore once more. She laughs, bitterly, spitting as Aria approaches one cautious step at a time.

"I'm sorry," whispers Aria, "that you were not loved."

Samira joins her on the shoreline, bent - but not broken.

"And that it turned you into this."

The world sighs, the clouds drift away, and the world is bright and beautiful with all of its stars in the sky.

Samira steps forward towards Scarlett's limp frame, her island calm and patient in the middle of the sea. "I'll do it," she says, eyes transfixed on the devil. "I'll send her away."

Aria looks to her new friend and the sand whispers. "No," she says, pointing at the sky. "Look."

Samira turns, and sure enough - a single, shining star hangs in the blue sky.

Peter.

"She was not all terrible, once."

"But-"

"Give her a chance, Sam. Let me give her a second chance."

Samira sighs,

Go strong.

"Okay."

And the sand swarms, enrapturing her body, time shifts - Aria's time. It hums and sings and memories flood through ears, harsh words and the sound of swords clashing and scraping flesh on concrete floors and gunshots and the cries of a helpless child born into a life she does not deserve.

"pu ti kciP"

"-lagelli s'taht tuB"

"!pu ti kciP"

".uoy dnefed ot emoc lliw ylimaf siht ni eno on ,thguac era uoy fi ,taht uoy llet ot ereh ni htob uoy dellac I"

".niaga ,niaga ,niagA .ttelracS ,niagA"

".citehtaP"

".kaeW"

".sselesU"

".em tnioppasid uoY"

("I just need a second chance.")

The sand storm falls and the sea is like glass once more.

Samira sighs, eyes feasting on turned-back time. She sighs, nodding towards Aria, and leaves her to her duty.

Aria watches the wild girl walk into the forest and her own soul sings. The little girl before her stirs - the same brown eyes open, the same dark hair shifts, the same full lips separating to ask a question.

'Hello," Aria smiles.

Seven years old, the child blinks and sits up in the sand.

"Hello," she replies, voice quiet and youthful in her caution. "Who are you?"

Aria crouches down underneath a sky of stars and streaks of lightning that intertwine like constellations, opalescent magnificence above their two souls. She meets the little girls eyes and the world sighs.

"I'm Aria."

At peace, once more - the world between worlds is safe again and she beams, alight, second hand, second chance.

Time starts again.

"It's nice to meet you, Scarlett."

fin.