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Post by Scene on Aug 30, 2009 10:25:03 GMT -8
In his seizures, he had momentarily forgotten that she was even there, and when she touched him he came back to the present. He looked at the ground, staring blankly at the drawing. He felt nothing in regards to it- it was just another part of his life, another moment when everything became darkness for him. He slowly turned his head toward her, not smiling in the least.
"I'm sorry."
He grabbed her by the neck, hoisting her up and aiming to throw her clean through the wall and watch her fall several stories to the ground below.
Instant Death.
'It has to be done...'
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 11:28:47 GMT -8
"What do you-" She began, cut off as Scene's hand brutally closed around he throat, abruptly ending her question...
What do you have to be sorry for?
The once soft and caring eyes were now gaping, terrified, as Vespyr's body barreled straight through the wall, emerging into the warm open air on the other side. She caught a brief glimpse of the masked man standing there, her body limp like a ragdoll, and she barely had a moment to recollect her scattered thoughts...
What's happening?
...falling...
Why is this happening?
...plummeting toward the earth...
She looked up at the sky, still bathed in the soft red light from the sun's birth. The dark line of the rooftop grew rapidly wider in her vision, a small shape suddenly silhouetted at its edge, a head and two tiny ears, one frightened eye peering down at her.
"NO! YOU BASTARD, I'M ALL HE HAS IN THIS WORLD!! YOU DEMENTED FUCK, HOW COULD YOU?!!" she screamed louder than she had ever before, her voice ragged with brutal fury, laced with the torrid fire of hatred...
She frantically glanced around, looking for an escape from her impending doom, and saw that she would momentarily crash into a balcony of some sort. Swiftly twisting her form so that she would come down on the structure on herhands and knees, she bent her legs to absorb some of the impact. Her body was jarred mercilessly, and she felt the sickening crunch of bone... her wrist... but her undying rage did not falter. She stood shakily, her eyes looking upward with a glint of ferocity and betrayal. He was up there somewhere, probably laughing like a deranged maniac, enjoying this. But this was not over. |
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Post by Scene on Aug 30, 2009 11:52:33 GMT -8
Scenes heart plummeted with her, his eyes glazing over. He wasn't laughing, he wasn't even smiling. In his state of pain and absence of thought he drew the first thing that came to mind, which happened to be the only thing he currently cared about. Vespyrs face. It would have to be her- couldnt be the fucking cat, or a bird, or something. Had to be her. He turned, hollow inside, looking down at the chalk that he knew was the reason for this. It drove him, helped him to keep sanity. When in his hands it was a tool of distruction- it would protect him, but it forced him to kill whatever he drew, like a sacrifice. It disgusted him. He spat on it, the water sizzling as it hit the drawing. He moved to the window, then looked back.
It shouldn't be doing that.
Shes dead.
He walked over, touching it.
He brought his hand back, the fingers pink and red from being burned, the pain colliding with his mind. If the drawing is still burning, that means shes still alive, and it was only a matter of time-
He growled in frustration. Rushing over to the window, he looked down, his heart leaping a little before it sunk. She was alive- but she still had to die.
He jumped off the window, crashing through the roof and landing in a pile of debri one floor above her. He flicked the peices of wood off his shoulders, walking through the doorwary and grabbing the knife off his nightstand. He waited, looking at the cat that stared up at him in question.
Once she was inside, the windows, broken and not, would be fixed and closed, and no efforts to open or break them would work. All doors to leave would lock, and she would be trapped- trapped in the place that would soon be her grave.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 12:23:55 GMT -8
The first thing on Vespyr's mind was Fleesh; get him off the roof, and get out of here. She didn't intend on giving Scene the satisfaction of further harming either of them, and would do her best to avoid him as long as she could... It was the only way she would escape with her life.
As she was about to step into the house, a noise reached her ears that stilled her; her heart fluttering, she realized that he must be in the room above. It would be impossible to reach the roof without him catching her... she would have to climb.
Vespyr heaved herself up onto the balcony railing, wincing as fiery hot pain shot from her wrist. She ignored it, fear and fury the only thing she allowed herself to feel. The emotions would be enough for her survival; pain was obsolete. She muttered this under her breath as she reached upward to grasp at the ledge of the upper room window, where Scene would most likely be. As she pulled herself up, her boots scraping against the side of the house, she dared not stop to look. Even if her saw her, he wouldn't be able to catch up; she had been living on rooftops most of her life, and she was a far more experienced climber. This was her domain, and her nimble figure gave her easier movement rather than his muscular body.
She pulled herself up to another ledge, breathing heavily, her whole body numb from the overflowing pain. But still she carried on... life or death... For once, she chose life.
The panting girl's bloodied hands found their way to the edge of the gaping whole her body had left in the wall when Scene threw her, and she pulled herself up, lying with her upper body on the floor for a few moments, catching her breath... Can't stop now... Fleesh, I'm coming...
Pulling the rest of her aching body into the tower, her hands brushed lightly through the chalk drawing Scene had etched just before he attempted to kill her, smudging it... Vespyr impatiently wiped the white dust on her pants, glaring hatefully at the drawing. A tear rolled down her cheek, falling down to the crisp lines that mirrored her image. The wetness sent a small cloud of the chalk to unsettle, and Vespyr choked back an angry sob as she looked at the thing.
"I trusted you..." she hissed through gritted teeth as if she were speaking to Scene himself and not the drawing. |
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Post by Scene on Aug 30, 2009 12:44:01 GMT -8
"Well don't. I don't even trust myself."
He watched her climb in the window, he had held the knife up, ready to bury it clean through her skull, when a light switch flicked off in his mind. He looked at the drawing, which went white, and smiled. She had accidentally brushed it, messing up the image and causing it to release its hold. He dropped the knife, sighing as he now felt content. She hated him, despised him, distrusted him even more than before, but at least she was alive. Thats all that mattered. He held the cat in his left hand, the animal looking up to her fearfully.
"You know- i think i could have grown to really care about you. Maybe even...."
His grin widened.
He ran at her, tackling her through the wall, all of them plummeting toward the earth. It would be a long way down, and she may scream, may curse him. He didnt care. What would be strange- the world would go back, and after she opened her eyes she would be sitting in the same spot in which he had found her, at the exact moment he found her, the cat looking around in wonder. Scene was no where to be found- though her stitches were perfectly sewn, and her body was healthy and fit.
Stranger things have happened...
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 13:05:52 GMT -8
Vespyr closed her eyes, letting loose the tears she had been holding back as Scene's body collided with hers. This was the end... the felt stupid for trying to escape from it. In the end, she had never been the one in control.
As she seconds passed and the wind ran through her hair, her mind was still in the tower, looking at Scene as he stood there smiling, the grin pressing onto her heart like a hot iron, imprinted in her forever. Though she was hot with fury, there was underlying sorrow, a deep and frigid ocean, and she was slowly drowning in it. It was pointless to deny the way she felt about him, even if he had tried to kill her for reasons she would never know, nor cared to know.
Scene was, possibly, the only person she could have ever learned to accept.
Knowing it would be the last thing she would ever do, Vespyr slipped an arm around Scene's body, the other holding Fleesh close to her chest, breathing in his scent one last time before everything went black...
"Rreow?"
The violet eyes opened, tears still clinging to her long black eyelashes like crystals. Vespyr was in the alleyway, seated with her back to the wall. Fleesh was beside her, gazing into her eyes with frightened curiousity. She glanced around briefly, and upon seeing that Scene was not with her, buried her head between her knees and chest and cried silently.
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