for anyone who didn't know I used to be satire can and sadly had to delete that account due to one unthoughtful person
im now back
username, xx Daratrine lyre )
I've already started this but i'm keeping it going, an for those not read it i'm putting it all up :)
i hope you enjoy it c;
Remembering
She is abbadon
she is the darkness hidden by light
A destroying Angel
A beautiful Tragedy,
Perfectly cruel,
Depravedly swain,
angelically sever.
she is a disaster that can kill,
and a beauty that can't be Tamed.
Darkness surrounded her, she waited for her company to come and give her purpose . There it was ,a familiar clinking sound echoed on copper and steel flooring. The sound she had waited on. The sound the had needed.
she saw a man in a long white coat standing in front of her. He treasured her, he was just like everyone else here. irrelevant. she watched him unlock the door and approach her. She just sat on her long wooden seat cross legged ,barley giving him a second glance. there had to be more to this. More than these walls ,her training and more than being an unquestionable assassinations. The man looked at her she wasn't anybody or somebody. She was something ,his creation. Something the others envied him for. She needed to understand for the first time she could remember. "abaddon, " he addressed her and she didn't have a name. and he liked to refer to her before she went on to her training ,training she hadn't needed again as she was already stood with ought question ,he had blond hair
like, like..Craven .He had been the on to take her here. He wanted her gone. she had to remember who she was ,and who they were. Cleric Craven ,she hated that name ,it tasted dusty and bitter on her tong .He led her here, he would die for it. Suddenly had some reason, some kind of goal to build off. That was all it took she needed to know who she was . A loud Syrian played from room to room and a message on what looked like a radio "theres a breakout on floor 15" and the man gestured casually for me to follow. We came through god no's how many rooms and
i paid no attention ,i had more important matters to contemplate. He told me to sit and again i did with ought question,he couldn't suspect anything. I sat on the seat, it was like the one in my previous room .Why was I here ,I needed more. "Welcome " thats what they told me. i no longer felt welcome, that feeling faded Awfully fast. The name tuned it to my head again ,this one was different ,it was a number of things along with pleasant. Skulduggery Pleasant. It tasted good
I got up, Syrians still sounding and passed through some files. That looked hopeful .She flipped through folders until she found one that intrigued her Stephanie Edgly. That name rung a bell. It was her name, associations to dispose of: Melissa edgly, Desmond edgly ,there was a couple more names but they were obviously most important. Her parents, they were dead, because of there own daughter. The other names were relations too. Fergus ,Beryl along with some other names ,obviously from her mothers side. A hole family dead ,Her family. There was a bang and the door came open. She needed an escape . She pushed the men back and ran like a flash through the opposite door ,glass shattered, the men screamed. It felt good to run. She sprinted through 8 doors until she came to a dead end, no ,there had to be a way out .She bolted through the looked window on the dim side of the room. More men she irritatedly pushed them out of sight ,she needed some kind of distraction. She flicked her wrist and a flame grew in her palm ,it felt natural ,like a single familiar sensation. A memory grew and bloomed ,she'd just discovered she could do magic. Sheer thrill and excitement filled her up, she'd lifted a shell at haggard beach, Haggard...she snapped into the moment and threw flames at the pathway behind her. With fire quickly consuming the space she left behind ,she dashed furiously out fore more doors. Looking around the room for her escape she listened to the fire alarms and angry yells through long corridors, It was like music to her. In a long set of double doors was a large glass window pain, it looked old and warn out ...it also looked...Outside! they suddenly gleamed with hope and she speed out them much faster than she knew possible for her with ought evan stopping to take a breath she leaped away, desperate for an escape.