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k!ah
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strike true . elegant May 25, 2020 22:48:05 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on May 25, 2020 22:48:05 GMT -5

V I C T O R S T R A U S S

The clash of metal against metal filled the air. The smell of sweat filled his nostrils. Every now and then his voice would boom out in the training yard, ordering someone to fix their stance. To pay attention. To stop mucking around. To hit their Target. He enjoyed it as much as it frustrated him. Sometimes he wasn't sure that any of them would succeed and it scared him. But then he remembered that there would always be next year, when a new face would be invited, once one of the weak is picked off.

His eyes scan the yard again.

Isabelle's form was sloppy. Her attention focused on Elizabeth. He barked at her to pay attention.

Elijah lost hold of his weapon, and was rewarded by a lashing sharp words that escaped Victor lips.

Tobias was doing well, his form solid, his movements fast. Victor praised him for it, patting him on the back. It was not easy to get praise from Victor.

Then his eyes landed on Finn.

Finn.

Victor was conflicted by the boy. He wanted to respect him, after all he did win the last pair off. But he still struggled. He would watch the boy. He would watch how he sat alone, how he ate when no one else was around. He didn't look strong. He didn't look like someone who would bring glory to the family. He didn't look like he was pleased to have killed that pathetic girl, Annabelle. He would watch him in training and nothing in particular stood out about him, so much so that often, Victors eye, would skim across him, barely even noticing him.

Well, that was until the 84th. Now Victor watched him closely.

The boy never attempted to make eye contact with him, with anyone. And that too, annoyed him. Victor liked it when other could look him in the eye. It was like a challenge. He respected it. But not Finn, every time Victors eyes crossed his face he would duck his head. Refusing to look at him.

Now he prowled over to him, his fingers closing around the hilt of a discarded sword. Finn was facing off against a dummy. Victor could feel the stray eyes of the other children as he made his way over to the quiet boy. He didn't care. He wanted them to watch. He wanted them to witness a lesson that would be instilled into todays training.

"Finn." His voice is low as he comes to a halt in front of the boy.

"Attack me."

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strike true . elegant May 30, 2020 2:36:03 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker kelsier on May 30, 2020 2:36:03 GMT -5

f i n n .

"Please, give me something to
Convince me that I am not a monster
Babe, give me one excuse
Give me one excuse."

Even though it had only been a year, movement felt different.

Finn slid his foot back slowly in the dirt and pushed a closed fist into the air in front of him as if he were moving through liquid. No opponent stood in his way, but his muscles strained with the effort of learning to control his motion down to the smallest imperfection. Finn was not the same kid that had arrived in the Strauss house.

A lot had happened since then but it also felt as if nothing had changed at all.

The dreams had started, strange quiet things that didn't seem to have a rhyme or reason to them. In them, Finn wake to moonlight sliding off the edge of his bed from the small window in his room. He would sit up and there in a field full of wildflowers that seemed to go on for forever, stood Annabelle. She would turn her head and stare at him and then Finn would wake up.

It wasn't a scary dream, somehow just peaceful. He never felt afraid but only a strange sense of lonesomeness. Despite everything, Finn didn't feel lonely very often; he was used to being alone.

He turned on a dummy then, fingers grazing over pressure points slowly. There and there, one gentle movement and it would bring down a whole person. if he hit them in the right spot, it might even slow their vitals and he would never have to kill again.

Maybe he'd kept to himself for too long. He felt like it had been too long since the last time Victor had singled him out. He should have seen the moment coming and chosen to be somewhere else for the day but he hadn't thought that about it recently.

That was odd, Victor was someone to be feared.

"Finn, Attack me."

Finn didn't feel afraid, he didn't even hesitate, not as he might have before. The worry of hurting someone was gone, the fear of causing pain as dead as Annabelle. He's already experienced the worst, already felt the slight give of a sharp blade in fresh meat.

Everything else is muted in comparison.

He pushed the palm of his hand upwards towards Victor's nose.

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strike true . elegant Jun 17, 2020 3:43:11 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Jun 17, 2020 3:43:11 GMT -5

V I C T O R S T R A U S S

Victor is taken by surprise,m the boy moving without hesitation, his palm striking him square in the nose.

He hears a crack, followed by the feeling of sticking warm liquid oozing from his nose. Blood. His blood.

Then the pain erupts, causing his to grunt as he old his broken nose to the crook of her elbow. The little fucker. But despite the anger that begun to pulse through him, he also couldn't help but feel proud. Proud that the kid had moved without hesitation. That he had struck with confidence, his form perfect. The pressure behind the attack perfect. Maybe the kid wasn't as useless as he had originally believed. Maybe, deep down somewhere, if he birdied deep enough, he would be able to come to respect him.

But as of right now, he couldn't. He had to attack back, show the kid and those who watched them who was the boss.

Cracking his neck, he prepared to attack.

Wiping his arm across his face he spits the blood that had oozed into his mouth onto the floor, his eyes dancing with excitement as he took in the boy before him. "Good form." He praises, stalking one step closer, "didn't know you had it in you," the growl escapes past his lips as he lunges, dropping his blade to the ground, mirroring the boy with the use of his fist.

He swings it in a wide arch, using the momentum of his body to get behind it. It lands, smashing into the boys jaw. Victor watches as it causes him to stagger, "hit me again." he taunts as he circles the child, his arms raised defensively, his eyes watching him the same way a lion might when stalking his prey.

Despite the situation, Victor was having fun, he immensely enjoyed the feeling of adrenaline that climbed through his limbs, that numbed the pain in his nose, as well as the dull ache of the fist that had connected with his jaw. "Fool me once, shame on me." He moves quickly, his leg striking out, desperate to land its next blow. "I won't give you the option twice."