Refuting the Abyss {Gala & Xander//Arrows}
Jun 28, 2017 16:04:58 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 28, 2017 16:04:58 GMT -5
Gala Thomas
The demising abyss ripples of a facade innocence. Children do not solely screech of joy within the pureness of waters as most believe they do. Silence rings of another future sound, though this one is not that of gleam. Playful imagination and splashing do not reside within the still tides. A blonde stares from the edge, not daring to allow a single toe of her’s to succumb a centimeter into the deadly chambers of the deep water. Darkness clouds her in fear, as her eyes unwillingly remain upon witnessing the pool that sings of manipulation to her senses. Deep red begins dancing through the limitless liquid, and her heart thumps brutally against her ribcage.
A sting cramps at her stomach, though only a scar should linger their nowadays. Her petite fingers clench at the ache. But as her vision glances down, she finds the cause of the reddening water before her. Those very hands are becoming soaked with blood, and she can feel the warm, gooey substance across all of her senses. That demonic laugh of a past, now deceased, foe echoes through her ears - and color drains from her face. She’s unable to move an inch, unsure if it’s out of fear or complete inability to perform anything. And before she has a chance to figure it out, her body is once again fumbling towards the dangerous waters.
The brutal panic jolts her awake, before the nightmare could submerse her within the pool’s grasp. Her entire body soaks in sweat. The salty droplets covering her palms, where her imagination cursed her to envision her own blood coating her once again. “Same nightmare?” Gwen tauntingly jokes at her Twin, as if it were all a mere game.
“Fuck off Gwen. Jin's has been dead for over a year now.” Nearly growls from Gala’s throat, aiming a pillow at Gwen’s head as if to ignite a distraction.
“Maybe you should tell yourself that.” But the comedy unfortunately continues, and at Gala’s expense. “And this week is fighting in the Water at the Career Center?” More chuckles seep from Gwen’s lips, as if she discovered the most humorous thing. The look that her Sister gives her in return however? She immediately remembers the lack of humor Gala finds in this. “You’re not obligated to go this week! I don’t even understand why you’re still trying to be a Career! After all the shit that’s happened to you…” Though still she doesn’t understand. How could she when it was Gala who intensely suffered in the past.
“I am a Career.” Gala corrects in a sassy, matter-of-factly tone. “And I can’t miss this week. It’s not like I can play sick, and miss school to! They’d see me in class, and know something was up.” With that information, the rest of the day is forced to continue - along with the dreadful fear of what was to come.
- - -
It feels as though her nightmare is emerging to actual reality as she stands, this time feet away, from the Pool’s grip. Within the Training Center, and other Careers, she’s consistently played a powerful persona. It’s been over a year since all the trauma of her past, she’s no longer that little Girl the others had to save. But now that she stands within the proximity of the water, so closer to somewhere she swore to never step near again, that younger anxiety is riddling her once more. The Trainers continue their speech on today’s activities, safety rules, and so on, though all she’s able to do is stare at the sparkling, soft tides - repeating in her head her refusal to go another step.
“Now I’m sure you’re all anxious to get today going. Let’s start with a water spar between our beloved dual fighters, Xander & Gala!” That’s when she’s capable of focusing on their words, or to be exact - that last word. Immediately her face shrivels to blankness, her eyes widening to that of a deer in a headlight, and her head softly shakes back and forth in a no gesture. There’s no chance in hell she’s actually going to go through with this.
All lips are smirking in anticipation for this fight. These two had always crafted spectacular, entertaining matches in the past. But the moment that Gala’s backing away from such a challenge, literally stepping backwards, all eyes peer to her in confusion.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” One of them chuckles, the anxiety riddling Gala’s face evident to all. Though still not a single word breaches from her tongue. Then the cackling breaks out from everyone, but her. And instantly she’s dashing in the opposite direction - determined to escape such a scene.
PaT Word Count: 791
