A little piece of heaven [Closed]

[Arim Urem'der]

This neighborhood made Arim feel small; very small, very plain. Each building was so large, extravagant and up to it's ears in every novelty or pleasure of the flesh imaginable. It made her... uncomfortable at best. Quite unusual, considering she used to live here (Well, mooching off a friend is a bit more accurate.) A place she once called home had become a place of unease for her. Arim couldn't even hold her head up here, only buried away under the hood of her sweater. Of course, she did come here with a purpose. It was hardly one that she even remotely reveled in. Her hands wormed their way down into the pockets of her jeans and her leg extended out to kick a vagrant stone on the cleanly paved sidewalk. Things had gotten much worse for her, and she was fairly aware, it was beginning to fall apart at the seams. Perhaps it was inevitable.

The fact is, Arim was on her way to visit Delilah. It had been so long, it had been the first thing she had planned to was visit her friend.

She desperately wished that was the case, but it wasn't, and she felt rotten about it. She came back, yes, and she had every intention to visit Delilah... but it wasn't the primary factor here.

HE was.

What else could she do? She felt as if she was at the end of her ropes, out of options. Maybe he expected that all along. The teenager didn't expect Delilah to help, how could she? That's too much to expect from anyone, especially Delilah, who had done so much for her. "It's unlikely she'd understand anyways," she murmured to herself. The blonde kept up her pace before stopping in front of a large mansion, although staring down the sidewalk still. After a deep breath, a build of confidence, she glanced out of the corner of her eye. Serj Castelreagh's house. Just thinking of the name itself made shivers crawl up her spine. Her hand extended to open the gate, until the sound of a door creaking open made her quickly retreat, ducking behind the barrier between the property and the sidewalk. Her heart fluttered for a moment until she gained up enough courage to glance overtop. It was a nuclear-style family exiting their house, heading to the other side of their lawn.

He... didn't live here anymore.

.....

"What a relief," she sighed to herself.

"Liar." A voice behind her chuckled darkly. Arim turned her head slightly, but paused, knowing who it was. She didn't want to address her. Not here, not now. She wasn't there as far as she was concerned. "Maybe you're just a bit relieved you didn't have to confront it now... but now you have no leads, no help, nowhere to turn," that phrase certainly caught Arim's attention this time. The girl rose to her feet and turned around, a frown creasing her face. What she faced was a mirror image of herself, all save for a dark almost-black hair colour.... and a change in expression. She sneered at Arim. "I'm going to go see Delilah now," she retorted, turning her heel and walking in the other direction. Her clone followed behind a few meters back.

"She's in jail, remember?"

"What if she's not there?"

"This will just end in failure too, you know."

Arim tried to shrug off the heckles, simply concentrating on heading towards Delilah's house. The doubt still lingered in her, but she had to try... at least for her own sake.

[Arim Urem'der]

This was beginning to feel like the longest day of her life. Arim trudged down the street, feeling as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. The blonde stared intensely, waiting for the shape of Delilah's house to appear among the other homes. Once she had finally spotted it, her pace quickened. The teen was practically sprinting by the time she reached the front of her house.... but it seemed... different. A few cars were parked on the road outside it, but none were her's... None that she knew of anyways. She was quite the mechanic, after all. Maybe she just had visitors, and she was being paranoid. Paranoia was common in her as of late...

Arim approached the door, knocking on it a few times.
Nothing.

She rang the door bell, rocking back and fourth on her feet as she waited. Her eyebrows furrowed, "M...maybe.... she's sleeping?" she quietly thought allowed.

"You know better."

Arim looked to the side, momentarily staring at her counterpart before ringing the doorbell again. She was staring at her intensely, as if daring her, waiting for the reaction she knew she'd get. Arim didn't look, but she could feel those pitiless black eyes fixated on her. Against her better judgment, she grasped the door handle. It turned... it was unlocked. She gulped hard, pushing the door open... inside it... it was...


.....

spotless?

Arim blinked, staring forward at the stripped house. Everything looked flawless and cleaned, as if thoroughly searched then fixed once again. Arim stepped inside, gripping onto the strap of her bag. Her eyes carefully examined the area, gathering her surroundings carefully. Shouldn't she feel more at ease than this? She was so apprehensive, the environment was so foreign... this...

"Isn't a home anymore, now is it?" Oh, how condescending that was. Arim folded her arms across her chest before proceeding furthur inside. She was beginning to think this place was completely abandoned, and that it was time for her to leave. Distraught racked her brain, was everyone truly gone?

"Hey! You there!"

The sudden call made Arim nearly jump out of her skin. She wheeled around to see a rather stocky looking man behind her, looking quite confused. He was in uniform... some sort of police man? He pointed at her, before calling out to her, "You shouldn't be in here! This is closed off!"

"Closed off...?" Arim asked aloud, "This is Delilah's house. Delilah Black. And the front door was unlocked"

The man looked at her quizzically, at least until another officer came from the room, questioning the other about the ruckus. "She broke into the house," he explained in a rather matter-of-fact tone to him. The blonde was taken aback! She didn't break into anything or any place!

"I did NOT! This house is DELILAH'S. I KNOW IT IS"

The sudden outburst had caught both of the officers off guard, as they both jumped and stared at her wide-eyed. Both looked at each other for a moment before the stout one leaned in, whispering something to the other. Arim couldn't hear, which made her even more concerned and agitated than she was before. They paused and looked at Arim with a suspicious gaze that made her stiffen.

"Young lady, where are your guardians?"

"G-guardians?"

"Parents, you silly bitch," the apparition strode up beside Arim, lazily tossing a book in her hands aside. Arim glanced aside before looking back at the police. As far as she could remember, Delilah took care of her... but she wasn't here.

"Not... here. Not anywhere...." she mumbled, one of her hands beginning to tug and fiddle nervously with her hair. More silence from them. As if it wasn't bad enough... the other police officer, much taller than the first, approached a bit closer.

"I think you're going to have to come with us."

"What? No!" the girl shook her head furiously, backing away from him. He continued coming closer, stalking closer, like a predator. He became increasingly intimidating to the young teen, making her even more apprehensive.

"You don't really have a choice... just come quietly, we won't hurt you," perhaps as a great misjudgment, he reached out to grasp Arim's wrist. The blonde jerked her hand back, backing away from the officer and breaking into a sprint away from them. She'd know this house better than a couple of strangers, so no doubt she'd get away. Of course she didn't expect there to be more in the house besides her and the two others. An officer appeared at the end of the hall, far too quickly for the girl too stop. She ran right into him, and he promptly grasped onto his wrists, his hands a vice on her limbs. The blonde struggled violently, trying to get away. The world just seemed to blur around her, all she could think of was mad fear and trying to get away.

"No! Don't touch me!" her voice was shrill and frighened, and she began to pushing against the officer. Not expect the reaction, he lost his balance. Arim seized the moment and delivered a sharp kick (to where she believed the liver to be located). He cried out in pain and fell back, his head hitting the door behind him as he fell. Arim was dragged down, but landed on her knees beside him. Her hands jerked away from his weakened grip and staggered backwards. The girl stood flustered, panting heavily. "Leave me alone..." she yelled at him, despite being unconscious "You should've left me alone!" She had completely forgotten about the two other policemen, who struck from behind and pinned her against the wall. Despite her mad thrashing, she managed to be cuffed with the combined efforts of the two officials. Even while subdued, she managed to keep up the struggle.

They were dragging her out towards one of the cars, and a lone figure watched with great anticipation. Perching daintily on the stairs, the dark-haired figure watched the whole scene with an odd delight. She smiled gleefully, clapping her hands as if she was an applauding audience.