It had been a moody few days, full of angst, darkness - I had, for obvious
reasons, avoided people the day of the funeral.
Generally, though, I've been laying low, knowing that fingers have been pointed at me, things have been said - I'm apparently a wicked, evil, selfish whore who is going to be the downfall of the entire organization.
Some people don't know how close they are to the truth.
However, fights have gone on late into the night as of late, and while - while I've been keeping myself to the life of a hermit, I want to do something about this. Friend has been pitted against friend, and -
Well, I'm certain the rest of the world knows what side, if any, I was going to take in the matter.
But - for now, no one has heard anything from me. No one has seen even a flash of jewel-colored eyes nor a whip of fine blonde hair.
Not even the faintest whisper of the girl who had pulled the trigger.
Which is why I could hear the whispers when I'd pulled myself out of my own seclusion, dressed again in black - the color seemed to fit not only the mood, but - it was starting to become who I was, where I belonged in this
world.
I was tangled in this, a reluctant member of this warring camraderie.
But, perhaps, I was the final piece in Evolution. Promise possible.
Promise fullfilled. Promise...gone.
And the end of it all. That's where I fit. I was simply - one to
extinguish.
My reasons, though, were valid. I needed to tell myself that.
Needed to, because my resolve was going to slip.
-*-
The door opens before I even knock, as if he'd been waiting for me the entire time - the course of five and a half days, simply waiting for me. A puppy dutifully awaiting the return of his master, full well knowing...
"I thought you'd left me." Alarm in that voice, though very faint, rushed into my ears as the door closed behind me, arms moving to pick me up off the floor completely, if only to move to the messily made bed -
I knew where this was going; I didn't mind in the least. For the moment, anyhow, there would be a little warmth in the world, if only in the physical sense.
The blurring warmth of whispered words, bare skin, a passion that seemed to unhinge the very moment the door had closed. More worry. Tension. Something else.
"I'm glad you did it..." The words cause me to pause, cause my limbs to lock where they are, almost pushing him away.
"Wh...wh...a..."
"I know you did it, Hailey." Fingers trace gently over my cheek, moving slowly over my lips, knowing that it's almost an instinct for me to nip at them -
It's almost a trance-like state here, half brought on by the shock of his words.
"I know you did it, and I wish..." Kisses pressed to my forehead, a nip at my ear, another at my neck, "I wish I could have seen you do it. Pullin' that trigger, in what y'had on..."
Hands slipped under the black tank top I'd purchased only weeks before, tugging feverishly at it - there was a glint in his eye that I'd never seen before.
Almost - a madness matching my own. The thought made me wonder for a moment, but I was snapped back into reality by the mumurings he made against my skin, telling me how much he would have liked to see me stab hot lead into the old bastard's chest, how...
"...how do you know this stuff?" I was shaking at this point, almost terrified that he had found my diary. That - that would...
I don't know what it would do; he seems to like this too much.
"I can see it, Hai..." A wicked smile. "You like people to hurt. So do I. That's why...we're together..."
I said nothing else, but didn't back away from his overeager touch, either.
This...was not supposed to happen.
Generally, though, I've been laying low, knowing that fingers have been pointed at me, things have been said - I'm apparently a wicked, evil, selfish whore who is going to be the downfall of the entire organization.
Some people don't know how close they are to the truth.
However, fights have gone on late into the night as of late, and while - while I've been keeping myself to the life of a hermit, I want to do something about this. Friend has been pitted against friend, and -
Well, I'm certain the rest of the world knows what side, if any, I was going to take in the matter.
But - for now, no one has heard anything from me. No one has seen even a flash of jewel-colored eyes nor a whip of fine blonde hair.
Not even the faintest whisper of the girl who had pulled the trigger.
Which is why I could hear the whispers when I'd pulled myself out of my own seclusion, dressed again in black - the color seemed to fit not only the mood, but - it was starting to become who I was, where I belonged in this
world.
I was tangled in this, a reluctant member of this warring camraderie.
But, perhaps, I was the final piece in Evolution. Promise possible.
Promise fullfilled. Promise...gone.
And the end of it all. That's where I fit. I was simply - one to
extinguish.
My reasons, though, were valid. I needed to tell myself that.
Needed to, because my resolve was going to slip.
-*-
The door opens before I even knock, as if he'd been waiting for me the entire time - the course of five and a half days, simply waiting for me. A puppy dutifully awaiting the return of his master, full well knowing...
"I thought you'd left me." Alarm in that voice, though very faint, rushed into my ears as the door closed behind me, arms moving to pick me up off the floor completely, if only to move to the messily made bed -
I knew where this was going; I didn't mind in the least. For the moment, anyhow, there would be a little warmth in the world, if only in the physical sense.
The blurring warmth of whispered words, bare skin, a passion that seemed to unhinge the very moment the door had closed. More worry. Tension. Something else.
"I'm glad you did it..." The words cause me to pause, cause my limbs to lock where they are, almost pushing him away.
"Wh...wh...a..."
"I know you did it, Hailey." Fingers trace gently over my cheek, moving slowly over my lips, knowing that it's almost an instinct for me to nip at them -
It's almost a trance-like state here, half brought on by the shock of his words.
"I know you did it, and I wish..." Kisses pressed to my forehead, a nip at my ear, another at my neck, "I wish I could have seen you do it. Pullin' that trigger, in what y'had on..."
Hands slipped under the black tank top I'd purchased only weeks before, tugging feverishly at it - there was a glint in his eye that I'd never seen before.
Almost - a madness matching my own. The thought made me wonder for a moment, but I was snapped back into reality by the mumurings he made against my skin, telling me how much he would have liked to see me stab hot lead into the old bastard's chest, how...
"...how do you know this stuff?" I was shaking at this point, almost terrified that he had found my diary. That - that would...
I don't know what it would do; he seems to like this too much.
"I can see it, Hai..." A wicked smile. "You like people to hurt. So do I. That's why...we're together..."
I said nothing else, but didn't back away from his overeager touch, either.
This...was not supposed to happen.
