Who: Casse - Riven
When: Winter…..flashback/forward *g* You now the drill by now I hope.
Where: Random Country, and then a Country House
Brave. Be brave. But her hands were shaking so bad now. The deadly silver glinted in the light, and her body shuddering, rattled the bottle in her pocket. Brave. Be brave they told her. It's not that bad. A test. Worthiness. You can do it. Never had to before. Swore for so long never to do this. Think of them as evil. Mother never did this! Her conscious shouted.
SHHHH!!! Shut up! Evil. They're evil. They don't need to be here. Think of it that way. No one will ever miss them. Her foot steps were quiet, but not so quiet that a person listening close could not hear her. She hadn't master their trick of that yet. She was only novice. Only now being tested. Tested to be found worthy. Worthy of being trained.
She wakes up from a dream
Checks the mirror for reality
She says, "Come on girl.
It's all in a days work."
Riven snuck up to the window, fogging it with her short hot breath, like the puff of white air that left her mouth now and then in the cold air. She pulled the vest she had on over the snug black cat suite closer to her, realizing somehow she was freezing. Or was she? Or did she only feel the freezing cold because she thought she was supposed to?
Concentrate!!!! Agenda! Test! Training! She flustered and a bare half frown marred her beautiful face at that thought, but her thought was interrupted by a gaiety of laughter and voices suddenly.
"Pa-pa! Pa-pa! Pa-pa!"
"Look at tree!"
"Mother made cider!"
"Can we open presents yet, Pa-pa?"
Casse found herself straining hard not to stare dumbfoundedly at them. Three children running up to the man in black clothing. A small girl, of perhaps 5, with bouncy spiral golden curls and blue eyes, dressed in Christmas print, and two boys, who appeared to be somewhere around nine and thirteen, with look like his, dark with educated light to them.
Gets herself dress
Just in time
Disappears on the 805
Oh, the whistle blows and
It's all in a days work
Till she calls it day
Evil people didn't have children. They were too busy blowing up things and ruining peoples lives. WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THIS?!?!?! Her lip pressed together, her hand clenching around the handle at the same moment, as she sat silently in that corner by the box window listening to their prattle, thinking that thought over and over.
Evil people didn't have children. They didn't deserve such blessing. They were evil. Evil demanded retribution, not reward. No one would miss the evil in this world.
Woo, Oh, She smiles,
As he glance up from the swim suite issue
Oh, woo, she sighs, as he walks away
Into the down town -
The twilight turned to pure evening and the small ones kissed his cheek and left with squeals of laughter, and promises they wouldn't come check for "Santa" till morning Mother and he came to wake them, or they all piled into the big bed before breakfast.
Philip. Regina. Edmund.
The sounded normal. Up class, snobbish, yes, but normal. It didn't make sense. Her fingers blade on the pommel and her heart shivered with her next thought. She wasn't here to make sense of it, she was here to simple do as they asked and prove herself, which is what she planned to do.
Riven scaled the wall, opening the lock to the Ceiling light easily, without a sound, though any common neighbor or house member would tell you no one could open the thing without hearing a deafening squeal of the metal so in need of oil now. She slipped into the room, looking towards the chair ten feet from her. He was dozing, this darkly complected man, peacefully it sounded. Padding quietly she stood between his legs as they were and pointed the blade over the lapel on his left breast pocket and pressed it halfly. Her eyes raked his face slowly, the warmth of the fire, heating her hand even inside the leather gloves. Who was this man? What had he done to them?
Day after Day
Night after Night
Loneliness creeps in her window,
She likes the dark
Turns off the light
Rehearsing a kiss on her pillow
She cries:
"It's all in a days work"
Riven pressed a bit, and her heart caused a tremor. She shouldn't. She couldn't. She could contact him. Would take her away if he found out they'd even charged her with a task. With something to challenge. He'd make her, break her, fix the problem.
She couldn't. Swallowing stopped in the middle of her throat, as she watched his chest heave with the deep breaths as she pressed a little harder, still not tearing fabric even. Suddenly, the world became slow motion. His eyes jumped open, locking with hers, and she noticed how bright green they were. Had she seen that from the window? Surely not, she would have remembered these eyes. So bright green, like the grass in perfect summer. So perfect and beautiful.
Turning pages while the memories pass
Familiar faces from a senior class
How the years go by
And it's all in a days work
But only a single moment did their eyes connect. He never realized even, never saw it coming. Jumping forward from the chair to defend himself, toward her, she heard the rip of the cloth, and some part of her mind shuddered as a wave of nausea found her head but didn't come. He choked, said something, too faint for her to hear, was whispered from his lips before wetness came from between them. Was it a Hail Mary? She felt a wetness flow over her gloves, and the nausea came again.
BE STILL! BE BRAVE! It only felt like water she tried to tell herself, but her whole body was shaking now. He sprawled, sending her tumbling, to regain her balance and jump up.
"Pa-pa?"
Casse whirled around, the blade creating an arc in the air, till her eyes stopped in the doorway. There stood little Regina. The little gold Christ angel. Her eyes were covered in sleep, her small form surrounded in what look like a soft flannel night gown. In her hand she held a Victorian night doll close, and one pale hand rubbed at an eye before she noticed Riven.
Dearest Ruby,
Hope you reach your star
Don't ever change
Stay as sweet as you are
And when a tear drop falls
She calls it a days work
She calls it a day
Regina' eyes went wider than she thought possible, and Casse was sure this time it was not her heart, nor her body that shuddered uncontrollably, but her soul. A whimper left the small golden haired girls mouth, as her lips began to tremble in confusion. But her eyes darken, fast, so bright like her fathers…like…
Children weren't dumb as many people thought, most of the time they were smarter than anyone gave them credit for. Her lungs were sucking in a deep breath, as Casse's eyes were clouded suddenly with moisture as did the child's, though she had nothing to cling to but the knife in her hand dripping with moist red dripping blood.
"I'm….." Casse shook hard, unable to control her body. Mother!!!!! Beautiful mother!!!! What have I done!!!!! Why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you save me? Why didn't I die?
Oh, woo, she waits,
By the telphone
For the car he promised
Of woo, it's late,
She puts her heart away for another….
"I'm sorry," the words were heartfelt, barely a ramble of a mad whisper, but she knew as the child she had been the words were hollow, empty like the eyes of the corpse behind her, like the arms that held her through the blast form the bomb. Gone….never to be refilled, replace. Never to be forgotten or forgiven.
Day after Day
Night after Night
Loneliness creeps in her window,
She likes the dark
Turns off the light
Rehearsing a kiss on her pillow
She cries:
"It's all in a days work"
Suddenly the scream came from the mouth of the child and Riven was running. Through the skylight, breaking the glass, setting off the screaming alarm, the dogs barking, uncaring anymore. Her heart was drum, pounding in her chest, only waves of the pain. Her feet thudding loud as quakes in her head, through her body, she sped through the fields, heedless of direction now. She ran because she could not do anything but that. She ran till to moon, the far sides, without knowledge of where she went, tears flooding her cheeks.
He was the first. The very first. His eyes would never be forgotten, nor the smell of his blood, or that smell so much like the cigar smoke that had been on his evening jacket. He wasn't the last, but always remember to be the first. She ran so far, she tried so fast, cried so hard, and far too late she realized, she never even knew his name.
Day after Day
Night after Night
Loneliness creeps in her window,
She likes the dark
Turns off the light
Rehearsing a kiss on her pillow
She cries:
"It's all in a days work"
All in a days work…
Yea….
When: Winter…..flashback/forward *g* You now the drill by now I hope.
Where: Random Country, and then a Country House
Brave. Be brave. But her hands were shaking so bad now. The deadly silver glinted in the light, and her body shuddering, rattled the bottle in her pocket. Brave. Be brave they told her. It's not that bad. A test. Worthiness. You can do it. Never had to before. Swore for so long never to do this. Think of them as evil. Mother never did this! Her conscious shouted.
SHHHH!!! Shut up! Evil. They're evil. They don't need to be here. Think of it that way. No one will ever miss them. Her foot steps were quiet, but not so quiet that a person listening close could not hear her. She hadn't master their trick of that yet. She was only novice. Only now being tested. Tested to be found worthy. Worthy of being trained.
She wakes up from a dream
Checks the mirror for reality
She says, "Come on girl.
It's all in a days work."
Riven snuck up to the window, fogging it with her short hot breath, like the puff of white air that left her mouth now and then in the cold air. She pulled the vest she had on over the snug black cat suite closer to her, realizing somehow she was freezing. Or was she? Or did she only feel the freezing cold because she thought she was supposed to?
Concentrate!!!! Agenda! Test! Training! She flustered and a bare half frown marred her beautiful face at that thought, but her thought was interrupted by a gaiety of laughter and voices suddenly.
"Pa-pa! Pa-pa! Pa-pa!"
"Look at tree!"
"Mother made cider!"
"Can we open presents yet, Pa-pa?"
Casse found herself straining hard not to stare dumbfoundedly at them. Three children running up to the man in black clothing. A small girl, of perhaps 5, with bouncy spiral golden curls and blue eyes, dressed in Christmas print, and two boys, who appeared to be somewhere around nine and thirteen, with look like his, dark with educated light to them.
Gets herself dress
Just in time
Disappears on the 805
Oh, the whistle blows and
It's all in a days work
Till she calls it day
Evil people didn't have children. They were too busy blowing up things and ruining peoples lives. WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THIS?!?!?! Her lip pressed together, her hand clenching around the handle at the same moment, as she sat silently in that corner by the box window listening to their prattle, thinking that thought over and over.
Evil people didn't have children. They didn't deserve such blessing. They were evil. Evil demanded retribution, not reward. No one would miss the evil in this world.
Woo, Oh, She smiles,
As he glance up from the swim suite issue
Oh, woo, she sighs, as he walks away
Into the down town -
The twilight turned to pure evening and the small ones kissed his cheek and left with squeals of laughter, and promises they wouldn't come check for "Santa" till morning Mother and he came to wake them, or they all piled into the big bed before breakfast.
Philip. Regina. Edmund.
The sounded normal. Up class, snobbish, yes, but normal. It didn't make sense. Her fingers blade on the pommel and her heart shivered with her next thought. She wasn't here to make sense of it, she was here to simple do as they asked and prove herself, which is what she planned to do.
Riven scaled the wall, opening the lock to the Ceiling light easily, without a sound, though any common neighbor or house member would tell you no one could open the thing without hearing a deafening squeal of the metal so in need of oil now. She slipped into the room, looking towards the chair ten feet from her. He was dozing, this darkly complected man, peacefully it sounded. Padding quietly she stood between his legs as they were and pointed the blade over the lapel on his left breast pocket and pressed it halfly. Her eyes raked his face slowly, the warmth of the fire, heating her hand even inside the leather gloves. Who was this man? What had he done to them?
Day after Day
Night after Night
Loneliness creeps in her window,
She likes the dark
Turns off the light
Rehearsing a kiss on her pillow
She cries:
"It's all in a days work"
Riven pressed a bit, and her heart caused a tremor. She shouldn't. She couldn't. She could contact him. Would take her away if he found out they'd even charged her with a task. With something to challenge. He'd make her, break her, fix the problem.
She couldn't. Swallowing stopped in the middle of her throat, as she watched his chest heave with the deep breaths as she pressed a little harder, still not tearing fabric even. Suddenly, the world became slow motion. His eyes jumped open, locking with hers, and she noticed how bright green they were. Had she seen that from the window? Surely not, she would have remembered these eyes. So bright green, like the grass in perfect summer. So perfect and beautiful.
Turning pages while the memories pass
Familiar faces from a senior class
How the years go by
And it's all in a days work
But only a single moment did their eyes connect. He never realized even, never saw it coming. Jumping forward from the chair to defend himself, toward her, she heard the rip of the cloth, and some part of her mind shuddered as a wave of nausea found her head but didn't come. He choked, said something, too faint for her to hear, was whispered from his lips before wetness came from between them. Was it a Hail Mary? She felt a wetness flow over her gloves, and the nausea came again.
BE STILL! BE BRAVE! It only felt like water she tried to tell herself, but her whole body was shaking now. He sprawled, sending her tumbling, to regain her balance and jump up.
"Pa-pa?"
Casse whirled around, the blade creating an arc in the air, till her eyes stopped in the doorway. There stood little Regina. The little gold Christ angel. Her eyes were covered in sleep, her small form surrounded in what look like a soft flannel night gown. In her hand she held a Victorian night doll close, and one pale hand rubbed at an eye before she noticed Riven.
Dearest Ruby,
Hope you reach your star
Don't ever change
Stay as sweet as you are
And when a tear drop falls
She calls it a days work
She calls it a day
Regina' eyes went wider than she thought possible, and Casse was sure this time it was not her heart, nor her body that shuddered uncontrollably, but her soul. A whimper left the small golden haired girls mouth, as her lips began to tremble in confusion. But her eyes darken, fast, so bright like her fathers…like…
Children weren't dumb as many people thought, most of the time they were smarter than anyone gave them credit for. Her lungs were sucking in a deep breath, as Casse's eyes were clouded suddenly with moisture as did the child's, though she had nothing to cling to but the knife in her hand dripping with moist red dripping blood.
"I'm….." Casse shook hard, unable to control her body. Mother!!!!! Beautiful mother!!!! What have I done!!!!! Why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you save me? Why didn't I die?
Oh, woo, she waits,
By the telphone
For the car he promised
Of woo, it's late,
She puts her heart away for another….
"I'm sorry," the words were heartfelt, barely a ramble of a mad whisper, but she knew as the child she had been the words were hollow, empty like the eyes of the corpse behind her, like the arms that held her through the blast form the bomb. Gone….never to be refilled, replace. Never to be forgotten or forgiven.
Day after Day
Night after Night
Loneliness creeps in her window,
She likes the dark
Turns off the light
Rehearsing a kiss on her pillow
She cries:
"It's all in a days work"
Suddenly the scream came from the mouth of the child and Riven was running. Through the skylight, breaking the glass, setting off the screaming alarm, the dogs barking, uncaring anymore. Her heart was drum, pounding in her chest, only waves of the pain. Her feet thudding loud as quakes in her head, through her body, she sped through the fields, heedless of direction now. She ran because she could not do anything but that. She ran till to moon, the far sides, without knowledge of where she went, tears flooding her cheeks.
He was the first. The very first. His eyes would never be forgotten, nor the smell of his blood, or that smell so much like the cigar smoke that had been on his evening jacket. He wasn't the last, but always remember to be the first. She ran so far, she tried so fast, cried so hard, and far too late she realized, she never even knew his name.
Day after Day
Night after Night
Loneliness creeps in her window,
She likes the dark
Turns off the light
Rehearsing a kiss on her pillow
She cries:
"It's all in a days work"
All in a days work…
Yea….
