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So another dark story for one of my characters. Oy, so angsty. Oh well. This is for my character Alex in a witch hunter rp.
Alex had been curled up on his side, trying to sleep when he felt another presence in the room. Maybe it was the tang of blood in the air, maybe the sounds of stumbling footsteps and harsh, pained breathing, or maybe it was some other instinctual <i>knowing</i> that caused him to open his eyes and turn towards the figure in the doorway. For a moment he thought he was seeing a ghost, but ghosts did not breathe in harsh, ragged gasps. Ghosts did not stumble, hissing in pain.
He was out of bed in an instant, catching the woman’s frail body in his arms before she hit the ground. She was skin and bones, so different from the strong, dominating woman he remembered. How long had it been since he had been told she was dead? How long had he mourned? Two and a half weeks, eighteen days, four hundred and thirty-two days of lies. He should have known she wouldn’t have been outright killed. Not with the rumors that she tried to use her powers against that damn guard.
He helped her inside but seeing that she cringed away from the bed when he tried to sit them down on it he stopped, realizing that a bed most likely held terrible memories for her. He slid down the wall, holding her close to him. Her thighs were caked in blood and most of her body was covered in bruises, burns, and cuts. Her naked body was trembling, so he gathered her closer to his bare chest, not caring that blood was staining his sleeping pants as he drew her into his lap. His voice was caught between pain and joy, happy that she was alive and wanting to scream because of the state she was in,
“Loki…Sam, I—I thought you were dead. They told me you were dead I didn’t knowIdidn’tknowI’msosorryplease—“
She hushed him with a finger to his lips, giving him a strange smile before wiping away the tears and bringing her wet fingers to her lips. Her voice was soft but it felt like razor wire,
“Shhhh, no more. Silly Lux, it isn’t your fault. This would have happened sooner or later, does it matter that it was sooner? And now I’m here so everything is going to be…alright,” her breath had hitched in pain, causing her words to seem empty. She crawled closer to her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her face into the crook of his shoulder. Her breath was warm against his skin,
“Don’t worry. I can get us out of here now. No one will be able to hurt us again.”
Her hands tightened, the nails of her left hand digging painfully into his shoulder. Alex grabbed her wrists, gently prying them off of his neck. That was when he saw what she was clutching in her right hand. The first thing that came into his mind was surprise that it hadn’t cut into her flesh with how tightly she was gripping it. The second was the simple fact that it was a very sharp piece of metal that was uncomfortably close to his jugular. She noticed his gaze and smiled, opening her hand to show him the razor-sharp bit of steel,
“See, I can get us out. They won’t be able to hurt us.”
Alex’s eyes grew wide as he comprehended what his sister was saying. His half- formed tears spilled over and he spoke in a choked whisper,
“No, no…Sam there has to be another way. Don’t do this. Don—“
Black eyes narrowed. Her voice was mocking and harsh,
“Don’t? And then what, brother dear? He’s going to wake up soon and realized that I’m not there. It’s become a game, ‘how much can we do the freak and still keep her alive?’ And as soon as I die it’ll only be a matter of time before they come for you. Face it Alex, we’re just too pretty for our own good.” She lifted one trembling hand, “I don’t have any strength left. Not mental strength, not physical strength…I’m raw. If I do this alone I won’t be able to cut deep enough. I won’t die! Goddammit Alex, I need to die!”
Alex was shaking his head, shutting his eyes against his sister,
“What the ******** do you want from me, Loki? I can’t stop them. I can’t do anything!”
Samantha just smiled and leaned her forehead against her brother’s. A low, slightly hysterical chuckle filled the air. Her voice was a harsh whisper,
“Yes you can. Just two little things. Kill me and kill yourself.” Alex tried to jerk back but she simply followed, pressing him against the wall, “You owe me this. I protected you when we first got here. I kept you pure. Let me die by the hands of someone who loves me. And promise me that if they ever get their hands on you you’ll die before they can…”
Alex gave a strangled sob, grimacing and hitting his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and nodded brokenly,
“All right, I promise. I wish…”
Samantha kissed his cheek, and then shifted around so that her back was to his chest. She leaned back and pressed her cheek to his while placing the makeshift blade in Alex’s hand.
“I know.”
After taking a few breaths to center himself Alex placed the blade on his sister’s throat. He couldn’t get this wrong. If he cut too shallowly he would only hurt her. He pressed down with all of his strength and drew the blade across her proffered throat. Red blood flowed in a torrent from the gash. Blood also spilled from her mouth as she opened it, mouthing two words,
“Thank…you…”
He held her until he couldn’t feel a pulse anymore, his tears mixing with her clotting blood. He wedged the blade into a crack in the wall, hoping it would remain unfound. He then hugged her cooling body and allowed himself to scream.
Stareofthebasilisk · Fri Jan 12, 2007 @ 04:43am · 0 Comments |
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