Reaching {New heights} [Onyx]
Jun 30, 2016 3:15:53 GMT -5
Post by Onyx on Jun 30, 2016 3:15:53 GMT -5
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he stumbled into faith
he stumbled into faith
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and thought "god, is this all there is?"
and thought "god, is this all there is?"
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he kiss tastes like bad dreams, broken bottles and razorblades, but those morbidities are something I have come to love - and lust for. His hands are the knot of a noose at the back of my neck, my coarse hair providing the only veil-thin protection between them and the patch, which has responded to my increased blood flow and heart-rate by sending another flood of euphoria into my brain. My lips feel warm and large as caterpillars as they press against his, and I deeply breathe the smell and taste of him in. It sits on my tongue, which knots with his, and suddenly my hallucinatory haze flings me back in time - my lips the epicentre, landing me at the receiving end of another kiss, with another man, one who has those same flavours, like an alleyway buffet, laced in the texture of his mouth.[break][break]
The music around me seems to slow down until it rumbles with the rhythm of a laboured heart. I no longer feel the heat of this cavern, but instead, almost, the chill of a draught tiptoes across my shoulders. Out of the corners of my eyes I can still see the flashing coloured lights, the bodies undulating, tangling with each other like I am tangled with this boy -- except he isn't a boy, not anymore... he's a face I knew well, and wish I didn't. "What's your name?!" he shouts, and I wince at how loud his voice is, coming so close to me. I let my hands form snares in his hair, tugging as I pull him towards me. Tattoos snake up a neck which, logically, I know is bare. This man is two men in one body... and I can't tell which one I'm talking to. "Like I've always said, Scarecrow," I yell back, grinning and hoping the fear I've always felt when he stands this close to me doesn't show, "I won't tell you mine until you tell me yours."
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His cruel eyes frown, like they don't understand, and just for a moment I'm back in the club again, and that gaze isn't cruel, just confused. "I'm Ree!" Ree. I nod, wide eyes glancing around me as I try to regain my groundings in this room. Scarecrow isn't here, and, if I'm lucky, I'll never have to see him again. Ree - Ree-al, Ree-acting, Ree-ight Here In Front Of Me Ree - pulls my face towards him again, and for a moment I see the dark, mean eyes of my ex-lover again, the tattoos writhing on his chest and neck, the sharp chin and grimacing lips, stretching out to capture my own. Instinctively, I bring one hand up and claw my nails, ready to strike him if he hurts me again - 'why have you done this to me?' I hear my own tearful voice in my memory, interrupted periodically as it was by the mouthfuls of vomit and blood I heaved up again and again - and even though this is Ree, not the Scarecrow, my hand is shaking, desperate to scratch downwards and protect myself, and I know I will if something doesn't stop me soon...
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Suddenly, I am sure the world is ending. I don't hear the explosion with my ears so much as with my bones, which begin to shake with the sheer shockwave of the blast like the beams of a building in an earthquake. I grip onto Ree, my nails digging into his jacket rather than his flesh, and I feel my eyes widen like a rabbit's as I stare at him. Behind his head, the concrete wall blooms in flashes of light. Sobriety begins to sink back over me until I have the logical urge to snap my head around and find the source of the light and sound. There - in the doorway - Peacekeepers pile into the space almost on top of each other like shining termites, the torches on the ends of their assault guns leaving lines in my vision as their beams shiver and dart around the space. The music cuts out abruptly, and as my ears stop ringing from the sudden silence, the noise of partygoers screaming begins to swell in its place. Bodies crush together to get away from the Law Enforcers, pushing Ree and me back against the wall like a rip-current.
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"It's a raid!" I scream, desperate to be heard now although I'm sure Ree already understands what's happening. A bottleneck has started to form at the door closest to us, slowing down the escape - and the Peacekeepers are closing in. Ree's eyes are fixed on the crowds, and for a moment I too watch them, shoving and clawing at each other as they try to get out and free. Many of the people here are average citizens, not known rebels like I am, who just came for a fun night. Perhaps they don't deserve to be arrested or killed tonight. Perhaps the fact that they don't know another way out, like I do, means that natural selection will take care of them, as it should.
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My hand goes to Ree's chin and I turn his face back to mine. "No time - follow me!" I shriek again, before letting go of him and ducking around the edge of the hoarde of oppressive white-armoured beetles. There - I see what I'm looking for - a series of cables snaking up the wall and out a vent right near the ceiling. I wouldn't have found it if I was still high, I'm sure. Urgently, I turn back to Ree, leaning close to him so I don't need to shout, and so he hears the seriousness in my voice. "Be fast." With that I turn, run, and begin to scramble hand-over-foot up the wires. The rubber toes of my boots are nowhere near as apt as trainers would be for this task, but this isn't the first time I've scaled a wall to escape from certain execution, and my fear and exhilaration drives me up.
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I'm almost at the top, my fingers reaching to pry the rusted vent loose so I can heave myself into it - will Ree fit? - when my foot slips and suddenly I am swinging through the air, my hands burning with pain as they hold the weight of my whole body. The pale skin of my flailing legs tragically attracts a Peacekeeper's attention, and I hear the first gunshot go off. It could only be fate that allows the smoke gathered around me to stop his aim being true, and I don't even feel the wind from the bullet's trail as it hits the wall metres to my right. I'm certain my arms are going to tear loose from my body as panic starts to surge through me, just as debilitating as the chemicals that previously clouded my thoughts. However, but some sheer miracle, I finally regain my footing and fluidly project myself up into the ventspace. In here, it's damp and smells of electricity and heat - but it's safe. I know that my time-wasting and foolishness have put Ree in danger, and I send a silent prayer that I'll soon see his eyes shining from the vent entrance. But then again - have I ever really cared about what happens to those around me, especially new acquaintances? Why do I feel like Ree is different? I swallow the lump in my throat and level out my breathing. Whatever protective instinct reaches out from my mind to this boy, all I can do it hope it won't mean the end of me.
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he kiss tastes like bad dreams, broken bottles and razorblades, but those morbidities are something I have come to love - and lust for. His hands are the knot of a noose at the back of my neck, my coarse hair providing the only veil-thin protection between them and the patch, which has responded to my increased blood flow and heart-rate by sending another flood of euphoria into my brain. My lips feel warm and large as caterpillars as they press against his, and I deeply breathe the smell and taste of him in. It sits on my tongue, which knots with his, and suddenly my hallucinatory haze flings me back in time - my lips the epicentre, landing me at the receiving end of another kiss, with another man, one who has those same flavours, like an alleyway buffet, laced in the texture of his mouth.[break][break]
The music around me seems to slow down until it rumbles with the rhythm of a laboured heart. I no longer feel the heat of this cavern, but instead, almost, the chill of a draught tiptoes across my shoulders. Out of the corners of my eyes I can still see the flashing coloured lights, the bodies undulating, tangling with each other like I am tangled with this boy -- except he isn't a boy, not anymore... he's a face I knew well, and wish I didn't. "What's your name?!" he shouts, and I wince at how loud his voice is, coming so close to me. I let my hands form snares in his hair, tugging as I pull him towards me. Tattoos snake up a neck which, logically, I know is bare. This man is two men in one body... and I can't tell which one I'm talking to. "Like I've always said, Scarecrow," I yell back, grinning and hoping the fear I've always felt when he stands this close to me doesn't show, "I won't tell you mine until you tell me yours."
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His cruel eyes frown, like they don't understand, and just for a moment I'm back in the club again, and that gaze isn't cruel, just confused. "I'm Ree!" Ree. I nod, wide eyes glancing around me as I try to regain my groundings in this room. Scarecrow isn't here, and, if I'm lucky, I'll never have to see him again. Ree - Ree-al, Ree-acting, Ree-ight Here In Front Of Me Ree - pulls my face towards him again, and for a moment I see the dark, mean eyes of my ex-lover again, the tattoos writhing on his chest and neck, the sharp chin and grimacing lips, stretching out to capture my own. Instinctively, I bring one hand up and claw my nails, ready to strike him if he hurts me again - 'why have you done this to me?' I hear my own tearful voice in my memory, interrupted periodically as it was by the mouthfuls of vomit and blood I heaved up again and again - and even though this is Ree, not the Scarecrow, my hand is shaking, desperate to scratch downwards and protect myself, and I know I will if something doesn't stop me soon...
[break][break]
Suddenly, I am sure the world is ending. I don't hear the explosion with my ears so much as with my bones, which begin to shake with the sheer shockwave of the blast like the beams of a building in an earthquake. I grip onto Ree, my nails digging into his jacket rather than his flesh, and I feel my eyes widen like a rabbit's as I stare at him. Behind his head, the concrete wall blooms in flashes of light. Sobriety begins to sink back over me until I have the logical urge to snap my head around and find the source of the light and sound. There - in the doorway - Peacekeepers pile into the space almost on top of each other like shining termites, the torches on the ends of their assault guns leaving lines in my vision as their beams shiver and dart around the space. The music cuts out abruptly, and as my ears stop ringing from the sudden silence, the noise of partygoers screaming begins to swell in its place. Bodies crush together to get away from the Law Enforcers, pushing Ree and me back against the wall like a rip-current.
[break][break]
"It's a raid!" I scream, desperate to be heard now although I'm sure Ree already understands what's happening. A bottleneck has started to form at the door closest to us, slowing down the escape - and the Peacekeepers are closing in. Ree's eyes are fixed on the crowds, and for a moment I too watch them, shoving and clawing at each other as they try to get out and free. Many of the people here are average citizens, not known rebels like I am, who just came for a fun night. Perhaps they don't deserve to be arrested or killed tonight. Perhaps the fact that they don't know another way out, like I do, means that natural selection will take care of them, as it should.
[break][break]
My hand goes to Ree's chin and I turn his face back to mine. "No time - follow me!" I shriek again, before letting go of him and ducking around the edge of the hoarde of oppressive white-armoured beetles. There - I see what I'm looking for - a series of cables snaking up the wall and out a vent right near the ceiling. I wouldn't have found it if I was still high, I'm sure. Urgently, I turn back to Ree, leaning close to him so I don't need to shout, and so he hears the seriousness in my voice. "Be fast." With that I turn, run, and begin to scramble hand-over-foot up the wires. The rubber toes of my boots are nowhere near as apt as trainers would be for this task, but this isn't the first time I've scaled a wall to escape from certain execution, and my fear and exhilaration drives me up.
[break][break]
I'm almost at the top, my fingers reaching to pry the rusted vent loose so I can heave myself into it - will Ree fit? - when my foot slips and suddenly I am swinging through the air, my hands burning with pain as they hold the weight of my whole body. The pale skin of my flailing legs tragically attracts a Peacekeeper's attention, and I hear the first gunshot go off. It could only be fate that allows the smoke gathered around me to stop his aim being true, and I don't even feel the wind from the bullet's trail as it hits the wall metres to my right. I'm certain my arms are going to tear loose from my body as panic starts to surge through me, just as debilitating as the chemicals that previously clouded my thoughts. However, but some sheer miracle, I finally regain my footing and fluidly project myself up into the ventspace. In here, it's damp and smells of electricity and heat - but it's safe. I know that my time-wasting and foolishness have put Ree in danger, and I send a silent prayer that I'll soon see his eyes shining from the vent entrance. But then again - have I ever really cared about what happens to those around me, especially new acquaintances? Why do I feel like Ree is different? I swallow the lump in my throat and level out my breathing. Whatever protective instinct reaches out from my mind to this boy, all I can do it hope it won't mean the end of me.
TEMPLATE BY ANNECORDELIA OF ADOXOGRAPHY
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