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| One Last Tear | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 2 2008, 10:51 AM (120 Views) | |
| Paige Courte | Feb 2 2008, 10:51 AM Post #1 |
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The decaying walls thrived for that single drop of salvation, no matter how diminutive it was. Upon years of negligence, it became rather grateful for any source of life that it was offered. Time is the most prominent key once it comes to psychological clarity. Its that stretch between waking and sleeping…death and reincarnation in which the mind begins to betray its initial intentions and find something new. At times, the betrayal may be a beautiful conclusion to the story. But of course, each action has an equal reaction. As one may summon a beautiful conclusion, another may compose a malicious prologue. But differentiating the two is what remains to be unseen. Once it comes to questioning yourself, reluctance arrives to play its vital role. Years ago, the cracks in the walls had found spitefulness for the perpetual percussion of the raindrops slapping against its surface. Its ceaseless spell commenced for days on end, flooding the streets with a shimmering blanket of white pedals. Everyone had cursed the streets. Each day started with rubber boots and fighting with umbrellas until they finally snapped open, revealing corporate advertisements slapped against the dense fabric. Everyday was the same repetitive turn of the clock; fighting for almost fifteen hours and then resting for nine. It was you… But years later, the endless rain finally ceased. The sun tore through the clouds with its searing glory and scorched the pavement below. At once, everyone celebrated that final moment in monotony. Life finally tried to follow the classic rules of a transcendentalist. The crack on the wall no longer received rain…and it wouldn’t for another ten years. Now, the decaying walls took that single ounce of liquid and savored it deep inside of its dry interior. Not once had it glorified over the past years of scarce hope. Instead, it savored the moment for what it was worth and took hold of the bittersweet taste of liquid once more. But the liquid’s whereabouts were never in question. Once more of that sweet, thick beautiful liquid decorated its cracks, not a single trace of reluctance was found. Eventually, the liquid lost its translucent appeal and was substituted with a red substance which completely devoured the water. The substance clandestinely shrunk in and out of the cracks, decorating the wall and the cobblestone below. More of the translucent liquid fell deep into the surface of the red substance and offered the world its evanescence. Finally, its whereabouts were questioned. The red substance crept closer towards Paige Courte’s shoes as she crouched against the wall. Her face was red with infuriation. Through closed eyes, her tears fought through the barricade and fell deep into the crevices of the blood. Guilt lingered inside of her soul, yet she couldn’t pinpoint how. A few feet away from her, the corpse which had decorated the London alleyway slumped further into the cobblestone. Blood and skull matter dripped from the adjacent wall in which Paige had struck the man over the head. His business suit which had at once represented elegance, mocked the streets with its grizzle appeal. “Why,” Paige muttered to herself. “Why is still inside of me? I’m so sorry…Please forgive me for what I have done.” Paige still was not accustomed to this demon growing deep inside of her as the days continued. Her heart was ablaze with unadulterated confusion. Slowly, she stood from the crime scene and dropped the metal rod from her hand. The head of the rod slammed against the ground, screaming out in the quiet afternoon. Self-consciously, Paige glanced around at her surroundings. A haze of blur captured her weak eyes. Her eyesight had never been up to par, yet she seemed to despise the idea of glasses. At this point, she felt as if her act of defiance contributed towards further predicament. The abrupt feeling of an extra presence clouded her perception. Paige instantly snapped out of her dilemma. Her eyes widening, she quickly glanced around only to be answered with desolation. Without a moment of hesitation, she jogged down the alley, disregarding the pain which slammed against her heart. The alley was decorated with discarded trashcans and open windows. Paige stopped in the midst of the alley. Taking one look at a nearby trashcan, she placed one foot atop of its lid and pushed herself up. Maintaining her balance, she grabbed hold of the pipe attached to the wall. The climb towards the top of the roof would take her quite a while, but at this moment, she hadn’t the time to complain. Below, the concrete called out to her, begging for one last tear drop. |
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| BlackDawnAdmin | Feb 21 2008, 07:14 AM Post #2 |
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Athron stood atop the roof, scanning the long city scape of New London. living in the slums was hard, the central district, where the "well off" were allowed to stay was protected by a huge dome, but the rest were just, slums, over run with Vampires and Werewolves fighting out a blood feud. Home, The thought ran through his mind. That is where his girlfreind lay while he was out looking at the city scape, at night, at night, if you bothered to listen, gun fire, screaming, the sound of flesh being torn was apparent. The "unfornunate" of the Coalition's citizens had to live amongst this, praying that some devilish creature won't bust through their residence, and eat them alive. Athron packed his telescope, took out his shotgun then proceeded to walk towards the ladder, then, in a moment of stupidity, he slipped. The rate of decent was fast, Athron fell, fast, the sound of the drop would proberly alert a few wondering monsters to his location, trying not to scream Athron waved his warms, then he grabbed what felt like felt, cotton, for moment he still hung, but then he continued falling, and the sound of a female screaming was heard. |
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| Paige Courte | Feb 21 2008, 07:38 AM Post #3 |
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One last… One last burst of motivation. One last act of shunning guilt and gathering enough mental strength to overcome the leading obstacle. There were far too many ones and lasts to be considered customary. Paige felt a subtle sense of insanity inside of her, possibly created by self-consciousness. She tried not to think much during her climb. Although the building wasn’t necessarily high, she wasn’t in the mood to hit the concrete. She pictured how foolish she would look stretched out on the cobblestone, gazing at the orange sky above and cursing herself for such reckless maneuvering. Well, there were several factors beckoning for her to fall. Skilled climbers hadn’t particularly recommended high heels as choice appeal for this task. “Well neither do murderers,” She muttered as she strained her way past the window. “You seem to be damned good at that as well.” Paige’s fingers latched onto the ledge of the window. For a moment, she stopped to gain control of her breath. She could feel the strain in her muscles imitate how out of shape she actually was. Murderers sure as hell didn’t steal away with a belly filled with muffins and whatever she had dined on before leaving her lab earlier this morning. The guilt was subtly returning. Paige closed her eyes, deeply inhaling and taking in the sweet air that was genuinely rich in innocence. She hadn’t deserved natural beauty…not any longer. The last bit of innocence was clinging onto the blunt end of that metal pipe which was now resting aside the corpse of a professor. Fragments of his skull had chipped into her blouse; decorating the white lining with faint red tendrils. “He was just giving me a little piece of his mind,” Paige giggled maliciously. Okay, a bit demented…even for her. She hadn’t liked the deterioration of her mind. Pushing it aside, she placed her foot against the opening of the window and continued to pull herself up. One last night…one last evening of sitting alone. Paige could go on for decades, yet she decided to continue forward. Just as she opened her mouth to speak once more, life threw yet another wave in her direction. An abrupt scuffling sounded from above. Just as her eyes ran across the sky, a blur flew past at an incomprehensible speed. Before she could react, Paige could feel the force pull her back from the window. She tried to cling onto the ledge, yet it was too strong. Her eyes bulged as her fingers slid from the wooden frame. She yelped in astonishment as she fell through the air. Within a matter of seconds, she felt her ribs connect with the cobblestone below. Pain shook through her side. Paige groaned and rolled onto her side, cradling her wound. Irony was such a bastard. Instantly, she shook into realization. What had pulled her? Quickly, she sat up from where she had fallen. Resting aside her had been a young man who hadn’t looked much older than her. His features had hinted amiability, but Paige couldn’t be sure. She had just killed a man…had he witnessed this? Without thinking, she stood from her position and began to run away. The guilt instantly poured over her. Slowing to a job, she turned back to the man and gazed at him for a few moments. With a sigh, she slowly walked towards him, surveying him before slowly helping him up. “Sir!” She sighed heavily. “Wh-what was that?! I saw you flying through the air for a second and before I knew it, I was on my side.” She looked up at the sky and continued to speak. “Just another day of the sky rejecting us, I guess. Tsk tsk.” Her heart was racing. Slowly, she covered her black blazer over her white blouse, concealing the blood away from his eye. She shook his hand, nodding her head before speaking once more. “Paige,” She said softly. “Do you need me to look at that for you? I know a little about medics.” |
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| BlackDawnAdmin | Feb 21 2008, 07:43 AM Post #4 |
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Athron rolled over, growning. How could be be so clumsy, so stupid, either way he was down. The person he had just dragged down seemed find though. He moaned again has he struggled to contemplate what has just happened. Athron stared at his leg, he had fallen onto his shotgun, which in turn dislocated his knee cap, which in turn made it extremely diffcult to walk. “Paige,” She said softly. “Do you need me to look at that for you? I know a little about medics.” Said the Paige, Athron screamed, he reached for his shotgun and pointed it at her, fearful of what she might do to him. Humans, the scum of the universe, she could cook him in a large cauldron, his shotgun was the only thing that stopped her from "eating him alive" |
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| Paige Courte | Feb 21 2008, 07:53 AM Post #5 |
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Paige hadn’t experienced any source of shock due to the man’s actions. Her eyes followed the barrel of the shotgun, silently expecting it as if it had been some sort of mysterious artifact. She was accustomed to this feeling of banishment; discrimination due to her species. In his eyes, Paige was more of a monster than anything else. He had that look of genuine fear and defense burning deep inside of his eyes. He was a Keman…just another of this expansive population. Kill The demon inside was whispering, yet Paige disregarded its voice. She slowly raised her hands and gazed at the man, slowly exhaling in order to disintegrate her anxiety. Her large endearing eyes bled through him. When she spoke, each syllable was executed with elegant pronunciation and precaution. “Sir,” She repeated, yet in a different tone. “There’s no need for the weapon. I’m not going to hurt you. Unless what you’re looking for is blood, which I can give, then I strongly recommend you put your oddly large gun away.” Paige slowly moved closer once again. She crouched down and looked into his eyes once more. “I can either help you, or leave you right here…it’s all the same to me. Trust me.” Her voice lowered. “Let me have a look.” Her heart was still thrusting against her chest. The knife resting inside of her pocket applied pressure to her waist, yet she didn’t pay it any recognition. Just one last word…one last move and this could end. |
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| Guest | Apr 26 2008, 06:33 AM Post #6 |
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The blood trickled down form his forehead, Athron weighed up his options as best as he could. To weak, he took a deep breath, then lowered his gun, steadily his hand clasped against the gun's handle, then he drew it back, place his hand against his forehead, then looking at the blood which clung to his hand. He took a deep breath, then mumbled "Sure, take a look", hoping she understood him, but his left hand still clung to his shotgun, at anytime the crazed teenager would bring the shotgun up and drive a slug into her, if that was to happen. |
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| Paige Courte | Apr 26 2008, 10:14 AM Post #7 |
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Satisfaction touched Paige’s mind, however she remained cautious. She reluctantly approached the man and surveyed the wounds decorating his body. Their blood had infested onto the pavement, collaborating in the baking sun which Paige had found rather disturbing. Chewing on the bottom of her lip, she gazed at his knee. It had taken an irregular shape, most likely dislocated. Paige had been subjected to several of these wounds, yet she could never grow accustomed the pain. “Ouch,” She muttered. “Sure isn’t anything you’ll be walking off.” Paige stood again, contemplating if she should take action. The shotgun was firmly gripped in his hand which had turned her off from helping in the first place. The demon inside of her just wouldn’t stand it; she could feel its animosity for him rising. Closing her eyes, she pushed the anger aside. She turned back towards him and gazed at his knee. “I may have to pop that back in its place,” She said with a sigh. “It’s going to hurt. A lot. Like hell, actually. Will you let me help you without blowing my head off?” |
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| BlackDawnAdmin | Apr 26 2008, 11:38 AM Post #8 |
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Athron took a long breath, he stared at his knee, then reluctanly placed the shotgun on the ground, slowly nodding his head, he braced himself as Paige knocked the knee cap back into place. And it did, hurt like hell, Athron rolled on the ground for awhile, screaming his head off, then he took a deep breath, got back up, and was able to limp, then walk. "You there, you know it is against the law to be up at this hour" shouted a muffled, robotic voice. A group of men stumbled by, Not aware of what Paige was doing, Athron back peddled slowly, then bumped into something, feeling a slob of drool roll down his back, every instinct in his mind screamed run, so he did. Thehis foot steps carried him a couple of metres before he fell over, rolling over to the side as a huge, werewolf and his pack of some 30-40 monstrosities crashed battle with the death squad of 14. Thundering feet screeched past Athron as he bounced to his feet.Limping his way towards Paige, tugging her arm towards an alleyway as he picked up his shotgun, this was insane, was the thought in his mind, helping a human, but what over choice could he make, he limped towards the gap, hoping to escape the violence. |
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| Paige Courte | May 17 2008, 11:29 AM Post #9 |
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Paige had been subjected to violence each and every day. The demon which had intoxicated her soul left the remnants of her morality incarcerated inside of this new shell. But now, she grimaced. She couldn’t tell why; yet she couldn’t stand to inflict pain upon this person who had loathed her to such an extent. It was as if she hadn’t caved in a man’s skull with a blunt object ten minutes prior. The blood from his leg decorated the jacket of her suit. Biting down, she closed her eyes and applied as much pressure to the knee as possible. The pressure was a success. Paige caught her balance as she felt her stomach churn. Pain had found its way through his nerves. She chewed the bottom of her lip as she watched him scream in an antagonizing harmony. “Hell was an understatement,” Paige muttered. “More like…hmm, I can’t think of anything else.” Paige was ready to comment on his progress, yet was cut off by an alarming voice which dug deep within the cavities of her fears. She spun around only to be greeted by a group of familiar men. She had killed one of them not too long ago. “This hour?” She glanced at the sky and turned back defensively. “Any hour’s as good as this one, right? I mean…nothing’s going to change due to one measly h-” The sudden screech behind her caught her off guard. Paige turned just as the street became decorated by violence. She sighed; leaving the laboratory this morning hadn’t been such a good idea after all. A stream of bullets licked past her ear as they slammed into the creatures before her. Blood crashed into the walls. Paige backed away, preparing to run in a different direction. Suddenly, she was pulled yet again. She ran down the alley along side the man. “Helping a human? I’m impressed.” She gasped. “But where…in the hell…are we going?” From behind, they were assaulted by the song of carnage. Soon, both would be taken advantage off. Paige took force. Without a moment’s warning, she pulled Athron towards another maze of alleys. Yet another obstacle in her chance of residing in solitude tonight. |
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| BlackDawnAdmin | May 17 2008, 12:21 PM Post #10 |
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wind wisped past Athron, gasping for breath he struggled to maintain his pace with Paige. Tripping here and there he was all but a few meters behind Paige when a group force pounded upon Athron, the disgusting spell of a werewolf cursed his nose. Slobbering the creature made an attempt to tear Athron limb from limb, screaming he grabbed a nearby pole and smashed it against the creature, causing it to scream and recoil. Athron searched for his shotgun, crawling around, only to see that he had dropped it further down the alleyway. The pole, turning out to be a wooden plank, held firm in his grip, a rush of pride force Athron to charge forward, impaling the injured creature in a spectacular explosion of blood. No, this is a trick The thought flooded his mind, as the werewolf began unmorphing the slump body of a keman female appeared, but this wasn't just anyone, the calm face of someone very close to Athron caused his mind to screech to a halt. "She was at home, asleep" Cried Athron, waving his hand through his grey hair in fustration, he turned his face. "come, on, lets go" Finished Athron. |
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