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I am listening to: The Kids Aren't Alright by The Offspring
Summary: "I swear," she whispered, though everyone heard, "I will kill whoever did this. I swear on the River Styx that your blood will be on my hands."
When a War Game goes wrong, what is the price that will be paid?
Rating: T
Characters: Octavian & OC
Genre(s): Angst & Romance
"Bitter-Sweet Revenge"
Chapter 9
"Cruel, Cruel Fate"
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Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn, the kids are grown up but their lives are worn. How can one little street swallow so many lives?
Rebel sighed tiredly and massaged her temples. Octavian had been with her the whole day, and would hardly give her a moment's peace.
"Are you okay?" Said boy chirped, staring down at her with large blue eyes.
She huffed angrily before stomping away, but not before snapping, "Stay." At Octavian.
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Octavian grinned; step one, completed.
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Rebel leaned against a tree, breathing heavily; it was the only thing she could do so she wouldn't rip off Octavian's blond haired head.
"Hello." A dreamy voice broke into her calming thoughts, ("If you kill him you'll have to get a new Second-In-Command, plus, who else would be able to remember exactly how you like you morning tea?")
Rebel lifted her eyes to meet those of Pax No-Last-Name, a girl in her Legion who was almost two years older. Pax's blue eyes peered at Rebel from behind her chocolate curls, giving her the look of a small child looking for approval, though her expression was of calmness.
"Hi." Rebel muttered, letting her head fly back and hit the tree, the bark scraping her scalp, bleeding lightly, not that she paid it any notice.
"What are you doing out here?" her question seemed so innocent that Rebel blinked out of surprise. The tone was accusing or harsh, just curious, and oh so calm.
"Avoiding Octavian." Rebel replied, knocking her head on the tree again.
"That's nice." Was Pax's dreamy answer.
"Sure kid." Rebel said, fishing a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket; another bad habit of hers.
Pax cocked her head to the side, "What's you sexuality?"
Rebel choked on the smoke, "What?"
"I was just wondering. You seem very confused." Pax replied.
Rebel dragged the cigarette out as long as she could, "I'm bisexual. If you must know. A kiss is a kiss, and sex is sex."
Pax opened her mouth to respond when Rebel blew smoke in her face, "If your waiting for me to have some sort of epiphany of how sex, drugs, and lies are wrong, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you.
Pax coughed lightly as the smoke cleared away, the serene half smile still on her face, "I was just going to say that smoking is bad for your lungs." And with that, she skipped away, in her a wake a calm breeze flew through the forest, knocking the fire right out of Rebel's cigarette.
"Well I'll be damned." She murmured to herself.
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Octavian watched silently as the small girl stood stock still, her eyes following the tip of his shadow back to him.
"May I help you Octavian?" her voice was a notch colder than usual, coming out slightly raspy. It still made his heart beat quicken.
"I was just wondering if you were coming to dinner." He answered slyly, taking a step towards her.
Rebel kneaded her forehead with one hand and somehow manage to light a cigarette in the other. "No, Octavian. If I was coming to the bloody dinner I would have left long ago, and I would not be standing in the forest with some Zac Efron look a like, taking another smoke." She snapped at him.
Octavian frowned at her; this wasn't part of the plan. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, his voice like velvet. He moved even closer the back of his palm falling lightly across her forehead, then trailing down, caressing her cheek.
She scowled deeply at him, "Are you alright? That's a pretty nasty burn on your arm." She replied.
"What burn?" Octavian asked, his eyes trailing to his arm.
"This one." Rebel replied, forcing the tip of her lit cigarette on his arm. Yelping in pain, Octavian jumped away. Rebel, who predicted such an action, simply walked away, leaving the 17 year old to curse.
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His smell burnt her nostrils, charming her senses. Scowling, Rebel lit up another cigarette, her fifth in the last two hours.
She tied her hair in a messy bun, the cigarette hanging loosly in her mouth. Momentarily the sweat pants she was wearing slid down her hips, old and fresh cuts being exposed to the cold night air.
As Rebel breathed out slowly, thoughts of him flooded her mind. Sometimes she wished she could just shut her mind off.
Rebel focused on the ache of her hips, the way the scars stretched, the way the smoke burnt her lungs, the pain. Just anything to keep her mind off a certain blond haired boy.
This defiantly was becoming a problem.
Not ready to let go, because then I'd never know what I could be missing. But I'm missing way to much, so when do I give up, what I've been wishing for? I shot for the sky, I'm stuck on the ground, so why do I try; I know I'm going to fall down. I thought I could fly, so why did I drown? I'll never know why it's coming down, down, down…
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And, end! So, I got one character in. I'll try to fit more in next chapter!
Sneak peek!
"You're just being a snarky bitch!" he yelled at her retreating form.
Rebel stopped, ignoring the hurt she felt, "Yeah, yeah I am, Octavian. Which is why I'm doing this."
His face turned red, "Your never find out who killed your brother without me!"
Rebel started walking again, "I already did."
"Who then?" Octavian yelled.
Rebel walked to the end of the road, the lights of the outside world shining, "You."
"So why don't you kill me?" he asked.
Rebel blinked away the oncoming tears, "You're not worth it." And with that, Rebel Flores and Octavian didn't see each other again, well at least not for five more years.
So, yeah. Next chapter will be the last chapter, but the sequel will be up after it.
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