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Post by asche on Apr 15, 2011 16:56:03 GMT -5
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Tears slid down a dirtied face, pale skin now coated in dirt and in crimson. She had barely escaped that time, but the sound of their enraged voices was growing closer and closer the longer she remained. Why? Why did they want to take the life she had been given?
Because she was a Witch.
Tears stung as they trailed into the cuts that covered her face, body covered in bruises and wounds. Her clothes were in tattered, blood staining the clothe. She was a complete mess. The thought of fleeing back to the woods crossed her mind. . . but now she was finally so close. So close to reached Lord Death and making her dream come true.
But still, why couldn't they understand?
She never fought back, not once. She only ran, ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Even with her Soul Protect on, she couldn't seem to avoid them. Shaking legs attempting to pull her forward, but the best she could manage was staggering a few feet forward before collapsing behind a pile of empty crates.
Her breathing was ragged, strained. Pain colored every inch of her body, and the tears only continued to spill from her oceanic hues, her cheeks numb. Would this be it? She didn't have enough strength to move anymore. If she was found, she would be killed, without a doubt. No strength left, darkness began to take her vision. She sobbed silently, curling her body, eyes squeezing shut as she tried hard to think of a happier time. There were only the short memories she had with her foster parents.
She could no longer hear the frantic screams of the meisters and weapons that were after her. She couldn't hear the wind, she couldn't hear anything anymore. She was lost in the days from her past, the days that gave her comfort even as her death neared her.
Maybe she would be lucky, and they wouldn't find her.
But Xion knew. It would take several days to recover in the state she was in. Tears grew greater, pooling beneath her cheek. Why was it she was barred from her dream? All of the meisters and weapons had been allowed to reach for their own dreams. Yet because of her blood as a Witch, she was damned from reaching happiness?
How unfair.
Her body sank into the dark, and she welcomed it as she fell into a rather deep slumber. At least. . . if she died now, she wouldn't care. She would just fall completely into those memories until she passed. There would be no pain and no sorrow, only a peaceful death.
But that would depend on whether or not she was found.
[/color][/div] HE'S A WOLF IN DISGUISE. A MONSTER. [/font][/size][/color] tag: STEIN; words: 000; song: fragile snow; notes: o3o; HOPE IT'S OK!; TEMPLATE BY XION AI OF SOUL RESONANCE! [/size][/color][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by stein on Apr 15, 2011 17:14:59 GMT -5
Stein swung open the door of the shop, aroused by the mob that swarmed around, yelling all sorts of words like "Witch!" and "Monster!"
He kept himself calm, content; everyone else was bloodthirsty. Stein slowly studied the surroundings of Death City around him, looking at the shops, the savage people, the the alleyways. It didn't take long to find the alley that stood out to him.
Cigarette in mouth, the smoke danced in the air. Stein walzted down the alley, into seclusion.
There he saw her; Xion. Stein had yet to meet this woman, but he realized it was the witch that everyone was raging about the second he saw her. She was a train wreck, but Stein isn't one to judge on looks, or situations. He walked towards her angstily, stopping after the last step; he towered above her.
"Speak. Why are you here." Stein demanded, sounding stern; intimidating -- and abrupt. He had the look on his face, like he could've done something awful if he wanted to , and might.
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Post by asche on Apr 18, 2011 14:09:39 GMT -5
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Peaceful; a gentle tune played in the darkness of her mind. A piano, its keys perfectly tuned. It carried her through the waves, rocking her gently, keeping her from the pain that waited on the shores of consciousness. Xion was lost, lost in this darkness that kept her safe and hid her away. But something so peaceful could not last.
"Jijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijiji--"
That noise. . . what was it?
"Jijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijiji--"
Xion groaned softly, the noise irritating her. All she wanted was some peace. . .
"Speak. . . . . . . . Why are. . . . . you here. . . ."
That same irritating voice had managed to form words, though she caught them slowly. So far in the darkness, pulled down by the waves, she was unsure if she could respond.
"Jijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijiji--"
Stop it. . . stop it. . . stop it!
And then oceanic hues fluttered open, a surge of pain jolting through her nerves and waking her completely. Tears found their way to her eyes again, and spilled down. Yet there was no time to focus on the body she was bound inside. Eye peered up, and found a figure she knew to fear. Eyes locked on her, it made her skin crawl and fear made her frame shake as though she had been surrounded by ice.
"I-I. . ." She stuttered out, seeming unable to form the words. "I just want. . . home. . . I can't take. . . pain anymore. It's not my fault. . . I never wanted to be this. . . It's not my fault I was born like this!" Xion cried out, clearly no longer able to separate her thoughts. All she had wanted, all she had ever wanted, was a home. She wanted to live a normal life, free from being attacked. Why was it so much to ask for?
Her body quivered and shook terribly and she curled up, unwilling to face the facts. She was a Witch, and would never be accepted by either side. She would not harm Shibusen, and so the Witches hated her. She was a Witch, and so those of Shibusen hated her. . .
A life where no one wanted her.
Perhaps it would have been better all those years ago, if her parents had kept her, and she had grown up with her own kind. At least then she would have had someone want her.
[/color][/div] HE'S A WOLF IN DISGUISE. A MONSTER. [/font][/size][/color] tag: STEIN; words: 000; song: fragile snow; notes: o3o; HOPE IT'S OK!; TEMPLATE BY XION AI OF SOUL RESONANCE! [/size][/color][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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