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Post by Amiel on Apr 22, 2012 13:25:06 GMT -5
Green hair hung over an ashen face as the bloody, mangled boy dragged himself through the seemingly endless and ever-darkened forest. He kept an eye out for the hideous, darkhearted and bloody creatures that roamed through the cruel forest. The boy kept trudging forward, unaware of his location or the direction he was headed. He heard large feet speed after him and glanced back. He saw the red eyes, filled with hatred and he ran ahead, forgetting the pain. He wasn't going to die by the hand- or paw, hoof or whatever- of this beast. He wanted to see her again, hold her. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. He was going to die, and she wouldn't even know. The thought surprised the boy. He was going to die.
NO! He was not! The shook the thought from his head and ran faster, ignoring how much his body protested. He was going to get out of the forest.
The boy saw the end and gathered the last of his energy. The beast wouldn't follow him once he was out. He broke the tree line and kept running for a few yards until his legs gave out from under him and he collasped on the soft grass.
The green boy laid there for what seemed to him like ages be fore he heard the scream of his name. Was it her? He thought. But the boy was too weak to see. He slowly closed his eyes and let darkness take his body.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Apr 22, 2012 13:44:46 GMT -5
The rain had only just given up on bringing the girl's thoughts to the bottom of her seemingly endless abyss. At the moment, the only reason she was happy there was rain was to mask the tears that leaked through her emotionless eyes, slowly drifting down her cheeks. Maybe she was becoming paranoid, but she wondered where he was. Even if it wasn't her place to worry for him, her mind raced with ideas of where he could be or what could be keeping him from getting back to the camp.
"I can't take it!" she shrieked. Her hands clasped her hair as her head dropped down towards her thoroughly soaked through jeans.
"Rest, you need it." her twin uttered, beside her.
Slowly, the girl dragged herself up off the log in front of the warm fire and trudged towards the Hestia cabin, leaving her sister to tend to the big bonfire. Her hand stretched towards the nob, determined to open the door, but it only slipped off. Gravity pulled her down onto the steps, no protests arising from her weak limbs. Tired, she had been so tired for the last few days, unreasonably tired. Eventually, her eyes also fell due to gravity's strong pull.
Soon, all she could do was listen while her red bangs fell over her eyes. It was too hard to try to reopen her eyes, but she wasn't quite sure if she really wanted to in the first place. Odd sounds began to slip into her ears, coming from the direction of the forest. Somehow, she felt like no one else was listening, but she opened her eyes again and got up with new found strength. The redhead started with a slow walk that progressed to a fast walk, which soon turned into running as she headed for the woods. A roar reached her ears, but still no other camper seemed to hear it.
Someone collapsed on the grass right in front of the border. Blood mixing with the green hue of their clothes, staining them crimson. She couldn't breathe, something was choking her. Every limb felt frozen stiff and all she could do was watch as the boy laid there, tears making themselves known once more.
A scream cut through the air, shouting the name. She could hardly tell if it came from her lips or from someone else, all she knew is that she was the first person to fly to his side, collapse to her knees and start bawling. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling his torso up to her lap as she continued crying, quietly begging him to be okay. Eventually, reality dawned on her and she looked around the camp.
"Help! Someone get help! A camper's been injured!" she shouted. Her voice had taken on a sharper, higher edge, only increasing the sense of urgency and that was exactly what she needed.
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Post by Amiel on Apr 22, 2012 13:55:46 GMT -5
Mutt ears sprang up as she heard the voice of her friend. The girl ran out of her room and down the stairs of the Big House as fast as she could. She ran to the Ares cabin and knocked urgently, unable to call out to the person she needed. Her knocks didn't stop until her brother opened the door. "What?!" he snarled, obviously he had been sleeping. The mutt bounced up and down, trying frantically to speak words. All that came out were squeaks and bark-like sounds.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Apr 22, 2012 14:10:56 GMT -5
"Come on! Someone help!" the redhead shouted.
Her patience was beginning to wear thin. Sooner or later, someone would have to come or she would have to carry the boy to the Big House and she had no idea how she would be able to pull that off. Once again, her eyes were cast down to the bloody face she had cared for so much and she knew that she couldn't let him die. He was much too young, only a year older than she was, but it was enough for her to want, desperately, to save him.
"That's Rebellion." another Ares kid said in realization.
At the sound of his little sister's shouting, the redheaded boy shoved passed his brother and took off towards the shouts. His sneakers thudded heavily against the muddy ground as he ran through the crowds of kids, pushing a few out of his way. Once he saw his little sister's head he started to slow down, casting his eyes towards the mangled body that she was holding. Her sobs were enough to let him now that this boy needed help, no matter how much the Ares' child detested him.
"Go to the Big House and alert one of the satyrs, I'll be there in a moment." he said.
The girl gently let go of the green boy and took off towards the Big House, her jeans now covered in the same crimson staining the dirt. After racing into the house, she quickly told a satyr of the predicament, her speech coming out desperate. The satyr just nodded and went to prepare a room while the girl followed.
Eventually, the Ares kid came in with the boy in his arms. The satyr lead the older teen to a room and he set the green-clothed boy on the bed, taking off the jacket gently. His eyes locked on his sister who had moved to a chair near the bed.
Even if she wanted to, hiding her emotions at that moment were futile. It was all too obvious that she was terrified and worried for her beloved's health. Her head dropped as she felt her heart ache, yearning to tell him everything before he let go.
"Please, please tell me he won't die." she whispered, afraid to speak normally. Her voice betrayed her even in her whispering state, showing the cracks and emotions she tried to mask.
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Post by Amiel on Apr 22, 2012 14:21:13 GMT -5
The mutt tried to run into the room, but was stopped by a satyr. She made more squeaks and barks. Oh why couldn't her stupid dog be there?! She tried to shove past the goat boy but failed miserably. She whined and looked at him with pleading eyes. The satyr just shook his head. Amila growled, "Jake!" she squeaked for her protector and boyfriend.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Apr 22, 2012 14:37:53 GMT -5
Rebellion lifted her head at the squeaking and barking, Jake also found interest. When his name was spoken, he walked towards the satyr and gently grasped his shoulder. Without much effort, he pulled the satyr back so he could let Amila into the room. The redheaded girl looked over at her brother's girlfriend, a feeling of regret washing through her veins. Her emerald eyes slipped back to the green boy on the bed, causing her to be overwhelmed by negative feelings.
"It's my fault, isn't it? It's my fault that he came back like this." she asked. No matter how upset she was, her voice was calmer and quieter than ever. Her brother moved to disagree immediately, but there was no point. She wouldn't let him get a word in before her voice rose to an anguished shout. "I should have known that I was good for nothing! We shouldn't have met, he'd be fine if it hadn't been me! It's all my fault!"
Before she knew it, the girl was out of her seat and racing out of the Big House. Her sneakers met mud as she ran for the border of the camp, not sure where they were taking it. Delicately, her fingers ripped the dagger out of her hip holster as she raced to find the beast that had harmed him.
After running through the woods, blindly, for a few minutes, a soft growl reached her ears. Somehow, a smile rose on her lips, one that made her face look twisted. Slowly, she made a circle in her place, waiting for the beast to make the first move. Not even a few seconds later, she was greeted by a burning sensation on her back. She swung around and swiped at the creature with her dagger, not managing a hit.
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Post by Amiel on Apr 22, 2012 15:06:30 GMT -5
Amila went to stop her friend, to explain, but she was gone. She looked at her boyfriend and opened her mouth to speak. Her mouth could not form the words she needed to tell him why. She went over to the bed and looked at the boy. She gently moved his hair out of his face and shook her head.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Apr 22, 2012 15:14:42 GMT -5
Soon, the girl was met with a mind-blank and darkness, only to reawaken her conscious in a pool of her own blood. Gold dust was scattered on the ground, her dagger in the largest pile. She began to laugh at her victory and her foolishness. How was killing something supposed to bring him back? If he was going to die, then she sure as hell wanted to die too just so she could have a chance at apologizing and talking with him one last time.
Meanwhile, Jake watched in curiosity as Amila stood by Zak. He knew that there was something she wanted to say, to explain why Zak had done the things he had to bring himself to this fate. Although he knew there was no way for her to explain with words, he knew that she had to be able to tell him in some form or another, but how.
A satyr walked in with nectar and ambrosia to feed the jade boy, breaking Jake's train of thought. He slumped down into the chair where Rebellion had been sitting, pondering the words she had spoken before she left. Did he leave to do something for her? If so, what would be so important that he had to risk getting killed for? Thoughts swarmed his head, his mouth unconsciously biting at the tip of his thumb.
"Does anyone else know why Zak's like this?" he finally asked. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at his mutant girlfriend for an answer.
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Post by Amiel on Apr 22, 2012 15:33:44 GMT -5
Amila looked at her boyfriend and shook her head, grievly. She walked around the bed to him and crawled into his lap. She gently grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her. "Zak...." She whispered. Her eyes ran over her friend and sighed. She shook her head again and clung to Jake.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Apr 22, 2012 16:12:37 GMT -5
Jake gently moved his arm around Amila's waist when she pulled them, hugging her to his chest. Gently, he rested his head on top of hers and watched as the satyr force fed Zak the healing items. A sigh pushed through his lips and he closed his eyes, praying that Zak would be okay.
"Do you think he'll make it?" he asked Amila.
Meanwhile, Rebellion slowly pushed herself up to her feet, ignoring the burning that raced through her body. She let out a small cry of agony as she realized how much more it hurt to stand than just sit and die. Ignoring the pain to the best of her ability, she walked back to camp, almost looking as bad as Zak. Eventually, she began to sway, bloodloss finally catching up with her. She pushed herself to start running, determined to reach the Big House before she passed out.
Soon, her vision was stained with crimson and ebony dots popping up all over the place. Still, she didn't stop running to her destination. She quickly passed Thalia's tree and reached the border of the Big House, alerting the attention of a few satyrs whom rushed to her side. She collapsed a few steps into the Big House, causing one of the satyrs to have to carry her to a room.
The other went to Zak's room to tell Jake of his sister's return. Needless to say, Jake was extremely pissed off, but also relieved that she got back. HE gently took Amila off his lap and rushed to his sister's room to see her in practically the same condition as Zak with her dagger missing from her holster.
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Post by Amiel on Apr 22, 2012 16:21:10 GMT -5
Amila sighed and looked at Zak's motionless body. She walked out of the room and ran up to her room. She grabbed paper, a pencil and her MP3. She quickly went to Rebellion's room and squeaked for attention. She may not have been able to talk, but she could write and draw.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Apr 22, 2012 16:29:04 GMT -5
Jake was force feeding Rebellion nectar and ambrosia. His eyes snapped over to her and he tilted his head slightly, setting everything in his hands on a table. He looked at the objects in her hand and beckoned her over. Obviously, he was curious about what she wanted.
"This is how you're going to tell me, right?" he asked, looking at her.
Rebellion's hand twitched unconsciously. Blackness welcomed her senses, slowly devouring her even though her physical wounds had been healed, leaving only scars. Blood still decorated her body, since no one had taken the time to start cleaning it off.
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Post by Amiel on Apr 22, 2012 16:36:13 GMT -5
Amila nodded eagerly and quickly drew a picture of Zak. Even for a few seconds of sketch, it was obvious who she was drawing. She grabbed another paper and started writing. Doing her best to not mess up wording or spelling.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Apr 22, 2012 16:51:43 GMT -5
Jake watched intently, curious. He watched her hands gently draw the outlines of people and create words on the blank paper. He still wondered what it was that could possibly be so important and he had to risk his life for. Somehow, he knew it had to do with Rebellion, but he couldn't make up enough guesses to figure out for the life of him what it truly was.
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Post by Amiel on Apr 22, 2012 17:03:25 GMT -5
Amila handed him the paper. That stated everything.
Zak is a moron and he thought that if he could bring back proof that he killed a bigger monster then you would like him and Reb wouldn't think of him as some kind of wimp anymore.'
Her tears were dripped onto the page. She sat on the ground and hugged her knees tightly. Her lips moving soundlessly as she cried.
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