New story! I love VA, and I just had to write this. This is only the preface, so it's supposed to be short. I'll update soon only IF you give me the reviews!
Song For This (Preface): I Wanna Be Your Dog – The Stooges ** highly recommend you listen to it while reading.
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He wasn't coming for me. Dimitri wasn't coming for me, and I was going to jail, and then I was going to be murdered. All by my own will.
Really? Did they not know me at all by now? I wasn't that defenseless, and I proved it by basically taking out all five guardians sent to take me back to my cell. A left kick here, a right jab there…it was all too easy. My knuckles didn't even hurt when I was finished with them. The alarm was going off, and more were coming at me. I smiled. I could take them. And I wanted to.
I was almost getting bored with incapitating people. Lately it seemed guardians went down as often as they stood up. He wasn't coming for me. I quickly took out the two guardians by the gates, landing a pretty good hit with my elbow by the sound a jaw made. Too easy. I was feeling pretty badass by the time I got to Adrian's car, but I was slightly guilty at the thought that this would get him in trouble. He'd been nothing but good to me, and here I was stealing his car and leaving all the evidence pointing at him helping me escape. They come first. Screw it.
I could hear reinforcements coming at me in the distance, and knew I needed to act fast. I was still a little uncertain of my plan as I rolled my sleeve up and pulled out the knife, but he wasn't coming for me. Dimitri could care less if I suffered. That show in the café was simply that, a show. He didn't love me, and I would always love him.
I cut three lines into my flesh. The first was simple, just a line at the base of my wrist. One. The next two were a little more tricky, and when finished formed a barely legible 60 at the inside of my shoulder blade. Sixty days. I'd given myself sixty days to
find Lissa's half sibling and bring him/her back before I would kill myself. Sixty days, and a trail of blood wherever I went. I smiled again, loving how sick the concept was. I used the hand that had been holding the knife to wipe some of the blood away from my arm and smear a big 60 into the grass. Perfect. The first of my last mementos for them to find.
"Roza! Don't do this!" It was Dimitri's voice, about two hundred feet away. He dared fucking call me that now? I was disgusted. And as for the court, well damn them if they thought I was seriously going to go down without a fight. After all, it was the only thing I seemed to be good at: hurting people.
I climbed into the shiny black car with the extra tinted windows, put the keys in the ignition, and revved it. They didn't deserve my voice, but they could run in my dust as much as they wanted. I hated their guts.
I thought I wouldn't say anything. I thought I would leave them in their tracks, confused and ashamed. I thought I would move on. But against my better judgment, words came out of my mouth, the bitter taste of unrequited love lacing each one.
"Have a great life, Comrade!" I screeched. And with my voice's acidic echo to accompany it, I screeched out of the Court grounds going 160. God I loved sports cars. At least they seemed to love me back.
This was going to be a hell of a long two months.