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Runaway
"...the lessons that you thought me
I learned were never true...
now I find my self in question
(they point the finger at me)
guilty by association
(you point the finger at me again)..."
Darkness, all he could see was darkness and feel the pain of once more having to run. He had to run away and fast before that man and his slut found him. Why did they keep him around? Dilandau didn't question and didn't care to know. Perhaps to show off the demon child to the rest of the world. That's all he was in this town, a demon. A trouble maker that got blamed for everything
Drops thin drops, a waterfall from the sky that with every passing minute got faster and faster. Rain was drowning the infested streets that he was so used to hiding in. The rain hit his face and blended with his hot tears, that never seemed to stop falling. He hated them hated that they were the window for everyone to see his pain and see his emotions. So many things in this infested world he despised, one of those things were woman. That slut stupid , stupid slut that he had to live with for five years couldn't live up to the title "mother" if her pathetic life dependent on it.
There was no where to go, he had no family and even if he did he couldn't remember them. All he knew it that he was ten years old and had all ready run away from ten different homes. Cruelty instead of love, painful hits instead of hugs, that's all he ever received. Dilandau sat on the floor of the wet street hiding in the doorway of someone's home or establishments. He didn't care it was the only spot where he knew that he wouldn't get any more wet then he all already was. Strands of wet hair stung his eyes, the two front strands hugged his cheeks. Resembling a wet animal, he sat there in his black shirt and black pants curled up in a small ball. Hoping to stay worm or at least invisible.
Cara stepped from the shadows of the meeting hall and escape through the half opened door, before the room could reveal another impostor that might reveal her. Rubbing her temples she tried to processed the information. No matter how hard she tried to she couldn't understand this crazy world. This country or the men that dwelled within it. If only she had some sort of a plan, some way of leaving the fortress. It has been three months and she had come here, three months since Folken made an empty promise that with every passing day seemed to be more a lye. She had to confront him, she had to go home. If that meant blackmailing him with the information that she had.
Cara walked to his study, but didn't dare to knock. Afraid what the two face man might say or do. He could through her out, out into the savage land of dragons and monsters. She knew she wouldn't be able to live out of the walls of the floating fortress. But she couldn't stand this madness no more. Dilandaus yelling, Athenas endless depression hidden behind a brave smiled and ignorance, Folkens lies and endless secrets of what's really in store for all of them, pretense of being a dragon slayer. The urge to be a normal high school students, she couldn't suppress no more. So with the deep breath she opened the door.
Folken didn't speak and he slowly looked up, his body let him do that much. His was surrounded in maps of different countries, peace treating that might have once given countries hope for freedom now gave the fire that extra spark it needed. His questioning stare asked the question he wanted to receive an answer for. He didn't have to speak.
"I know everything." That's all she needed to say, to realize what she had just done.
Folken didn't show it, he didn't look at her or respond to her strong words. Her face, those words were sent here from the mystic moon to send his world or what little was left of it to crash and burn. Looking at the soft blade of a knife that he held on his table, he wished that the freedom it brought to him he could feel now. That one pain would replace another.
Dilandaus thoughts of that small depressed boy filled his head. He was week and afraid. If he would have known what he knows now he would have cut that sluts throat, burned their home and laughed at the fire while it consumed the painful screams of his so-called "family". Dilandau could still feel that rain running down his cheeks, and feel that hate filled demon that was deep inside of him. That now was his best friend and his enemies nightmare.
Athena knocked at his door not knowing quite why she was there or what she was going to ask. Just a small part of her wanted to see him, some twisted part of her wanted to look into the deep red of his eyes.
"Why are you here."
"I need to ask you something, to prove that I'm not crazy."
Cara smiled at Folken, happy that perhaps she had hit a nerve and that he would listen to her for once. She walked around his table, imitating Dilandau perfectly. She had been intimidated many times before to know how her "commander" did this. Though Folken didn't seem to be amused at all. He still had that shocked look in his eyes. But Cara didn't care, he had lied to her for the last time. If she had to find a stupid ignorant puppet of his and Dornkirks to tell her everything she would, just for a trip back home.
"What do you know." Folken played it cool, not letting his voice become shaky.
"All of it. Everything you did. Everything you and that sick old man have planed. Your secret."
"Stupid girl, your week heart has clouded your judgment." Folken stood up, "You don't fear the night?" Folken stared deep into her eyes, but she stared right back.
Confusion ran through her face, not fully believing that her plan had backfired Cara couldn't run or speak. But as the guards begun to appear from all directions she begun to become afraid. Reaching for her side only to feel nothing but her leg, she began to panic. Her heart raced and she couldn't breath, the feeling of helplessness she had never experienced before. That's when she felt his claw upon her shoulder. She was sure that it was all over that her own ignorance had killed her. Folken leaned over and spoke softly to her.
"Hear." handing her his sword he let go of her shoulder, and as the guards surrounded her he said, "Runaway."
AN-So what do you think? Is Cara going to die just like Migel? Pure Dilandau had a rough childhood. Also Athena and Migel never did anything, you know how in that chapter they were sleeping together, well they weren't "sleeping together" just next to each other...Glad we have that cleared up.
Runaway
"...the lessons that you thought me
I learned were never true...
now I find my self in question
(they point the finger at me)
guilty by association
(you point the finger at me again)..."
Darkness, all he could see was darkness and feel the pain of once more having to run. He had to run away and fast before that man and his slut found him. Why did they keep him around? Dilandau didn't question and didn't care to know. Perhaps to show off the demon child to the rest of the world. That's all he was in this town, a demon. A trouble maker that got blamed for everything
Drops thin drops, a waterfall from the sky that with every passing minute got faster and faster. Rain was drowning the infested streets that he was so used to hiding in. The rain hit his face and blended with his hot tears, that never seemed to stop falling. He hated them hated that they were the window for everyone to see his pain and see his emotions. So many things in this infested world he despised, one of those things were woman. That slut stupid , stupid slut that he had to live with for five years couldn't live up to the title "mother" if her pathetic life dependent on it.
There was no where to go, he had no family and even if he did he couldn't remember them. All he knew it that he was ten years old and had all ready run away from ten different homes. Cruelty instead of love, painful hits instead of hugs, that's all he ever received. Dilandau sat on the floor of the wet street hiding in the doorway of someone's home or establishments. He didn't care it was the only spot where he knew that he wouldn't get any more wet then he all already was. Strands of wet hair stung his eyes, the two front strands hugged his cheeks. Resembling a wet animal, he sat there in his black shirt and black pants curled up in a small ball. Hoping to stay worm or at least invisible.
Cara stepped from the shadows of the meeting hall and escape through the half opened door, before the room could reveal another impostor that might reveal her. Rubbing her temples she tried to processed the information. No matter how hard she tried to she couldn't understand this crazy world. This country or the men that dwelled within it. If only she had some sort of a plan, some way of leaving the fortress. It has been three months and she had come here, three months since Folken made an empty promise that with every passing day seemed to be more a lye. She had to confront him, she had to go home. If that meant blackmailing him with the information that she had.
Cara walked to his study, but didn't dare to knock. Afraid what the two face man might say or do. He could through her out, out into the savage land of dragons and monsters. She knew she wouldn't be able to live out of the walls of the floating fortress. But she couldn't stand this madness no more. Dilandaus yelling, Athenas endless depression hidden behind a brave smiled and ignorance, Folkens lies and endless secrets of what's really in store for all of them, pretense of being a dragon slayer. The urge to be a normal high school students, she couldn't suppress no more. So with the deep breath she opened the door.
Folken didn't speak and he slowly looked up, his body let him do that much. His was surrounded in maps of different countries, peace treating that might have once given countries hope for freedom now gave the fire that extra spark it needed. His questioning stare asked the question he wanted to receive an answer for. He didn't have to speak.
"I know everything." That's all she needed to say, to realize what she had just done.
Folken didn't show it, he didn't look at her or respond to her strong words. Her face, those words were sent here from the mystic moon to send his world or what little was left of it to crash and burn. Looking at the soft blade of a knife that he held on his table, he wished that the freedom it brought to him he could feel now. That one pain would replace another.
Dilandaus thoughts of that small depressed boy filled his head. He was week and afraid. If he would have known what he knows now he would have cut that sluts throat, burned their home and laughed at the fire while it consumed the painful screams of his so-called "family". Dilandau could still feel that rain running down his cheeks, and feel that hate filled demon that was deep inside of him. That now was his best friend and his enemies nightmare.
Athena knocked at his door not knowing quite why she was there or what she was going to ask. Just a small part of her wanted to see him, some twisted part of her wanted to look into the deep red of his eyes.
"Why are you here."
"I need to ask you something, to prove that I'm not crazy."
Cara smiled at Folken, happy that perhaps she had hit a nerve and that he would listen to her for once. She walked around his table, imitating Dilandau perfectly. She had been intimidated many times before to know how her "commander" did this. Though Folken didn't seem to be amused at all. He still had that shocked look in his eyes. But Cara didn't care, he had lied to her for the last time. If she had to find a stupid ignorant puppet of his and Dornkirks to tell her everything she would, just for a trip back home.
"What do you know." Folken played it cool, not letting his voice become shaky.
"All of it. Everything you did. Everything you and that sick old man have planed. Your secret."
"Stupid girl, your week heart has clouded your judgment." Folken stood up, "You don't fear the night?" Folken stared deep into her eyes, but she stared right back.
Confusion ran through her face, not fully believing that her plan had backfired Cara couldn't run or speak. But as the guards begun to appear from all directions she begun to become afraid. Reaching for her side only to feel nothing but her leg, she began to panic. Her heart raced and she couldn't breath, the feeling of helplessness she had never experienced before. That's when she felt his claw upon her shoulder. She was sure that it was all over that her own ignorance had killed her. Folken leaned over and spoke softly to her.
"Hear." handing her his sword he let go of her shoulder, and as the guards surrounded her he said, "Runaway."
AN-So what do you think? Is Cara going to die just like Migel? Pure Dilandau had a rough childhood. Also Athena and Migel never did anything, you know how in that chapter they were sleeping together, well they weren't "sleeping together" just next to each other...Glad we have that cleared up.