burning bridges (Arrows)
Jul 7, 2020 2:46:36 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jul 7, 2020 2:46:36 GMT -5
g r a c e .
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Darkness cloaked her as she ran through the sleeping streets of district nine. Her mother hadn't woken as she slipped from the house. She was on a mission, a mission to track down a boy she knew to be called Phoenix Tyrant. She had used her skills and resources to track down his name. Then called in a couple favours to find out his place of resident. Her source had been reluctant, hesitant to give her the information as she had already used up most her favours. But with a sweet smile and battered eyelashes he had succumbed to her charms, the address escaping his lips as his eyes guided down her body.
She had left with the burning desire to punch him in the face.
But she had restrained herself, knowing that one day she might need his assistance again.
But that didn't change the way it made her blood boil, her lips pulled back into a snarl as she danced around the edge of a building a block from her destination. Ducking into the shadows she took a moment to catch her breath. Piercing blue eyes studied the building that housed the boy. It was run down, and quite frankly, a pile of shit. Especially compared to the lifestyle she was used too. She wasn't rich, per sae, but her family was well off, as rich as you could be when you lived in district nine. But being rich, having money, never guaranteed happiness. She had found out the hard way.
She used to think that her parents were the happiest couple to walk the planet. Their loving gazes often caused teasing comments to escape her lips, ones that would be rewarded by chuckles and playful punches of the shoulder. But then one day it all changed, it was like a bucket of ice water had been tipped onto the Fallon household. It stared with slamming of doors and hushed whispers. Whispers that soon turned into shouts as they fought to be heard over the other. Gazes that used to be filled with warmth were laced with hatred as items are thrown and my father kicked to the curb, the smell of his burning clothes was still present in the room that was now abandoned.
And one name above all stuck out like a burning ring of fire: Emory Tyrant.
This was why she was now crouched outside her son's residence, her eyes burning holes into the window that would lead into his home. Her fingers scraped the earth around her, searching for a stone, a rock, or even a brick that she could use. Bingo, she thinks as they wrap around rough surface of a broken brick. Standing tall and with a quick glance around, she pulls back her arm, her breathing steady and focused. A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she sends it flying, crashing into the window she is showered in glass.
"Hey! Hey, Phoenix Tyrant!" She screams into the night, into the broken window. "I have a bone to pick with you!"