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Post by Cheyenne on Nov 17, 2010 19:37:30 GMT -5
“Xavier, you mean the wimpy dog you trained into cowardly submission?” asked Dystnie despite the wound to her knee. She even laughed. “You know, if it was not for her own interests, I’d have thought him to be castrated.” Fayte conversed with her twin. “I was just thinking the exact same thing!” Dystnie exclaimed. “And you know, we can’t forget the others.” she reminded. “Oh of course not!” Fayte exclaimed. “I would love to bring some of them here. Like the squirrel boy.” she laughed. “Oh he would definitely scream. I would love to hear that!” “Or the snake!” the other went on. “What do you would think he would do?” “He’d off himself, who you kidding?” “Or the bird!” the other laughed. “You know, I hear she’s Darcy daughter. I bet we could turn her back. Oh, and she would have so much fun with Xavier too! Wouldn’t that be ironic!” “Yes, yes it would.” Dystnie agreed. “And the others. Like Tori. I bet she’s be fun. Cats always are.” The two continued on, ignioring Vendetta as they spoke the various things they would do to her now-free friends if they could.
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“Quite easily.” Zipporah stated in reply to Xavier’s phrase to himself. “It doesn’t matter how you feel, because you are you. It’s biased.” she said sadly, seeming to show more emotion now that she had some drink in her, looking down at her bottle. “We’re just humans. People. We don’t know what the future is going to bring. So how could we know if we’re right in what we think?”
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Nov 17, 2010 21:33:18 GMT -5
My vision went red as i let out an animistic howl. destroy. destroy. destroy. they're threatening the pack. wolf snarled, pacing in my mind. let me watch. i told her, and let her have control. she crouched onto all fours, claws and fangs out as she lunged at Dystnee, a knife swiftly cutting her vocal chords and getting blood spurted into my face, making me go further into my frenzy. i picked her up and threw her through the remains of the door, and jumped and attacked Fayte. ----------------------- "we don't." Xavier said, taking another drink. "but we're not just humans. we're other things, making us different. and for that, are we right? or are we wrong?" he asked, looking at her deeply as he took another swig.
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Post by Cheyenne on Nov 17, 2010 21:55:45 GMT -5
Fayte was not so easily injured as her twin was. Vendetta’s rage was met with her own and a swift punch to the face as she approached. Her knife glinted in the light and she fingered it in her hands. “Come at me, you stupid mutt. Prove me right.” she growled.
Mother suddenly looked up, her gaze filled with anger. She placed her files on the table, ready to act if necessary. As it is, guards were already approaching. “Vendetta. Fayte.” he voice was cold and harsh, like a whip. Faye heard this and suddenly stepped away from Vendetta with a quickness that had not been present before and something akin to fear in her eyes, remembering who really had the power in that situation. “Both of you. Calm down. Now. I have no time to deal with the stupidity on part of either one of you. “ she looked at Fayte. “Shut your mouth, you stupid girl.” then at Vendetta. “Remember your damn deal, because I will not tolerate you flying into a rage at every little comment that is said. You have an off switch. Use it.” she snapped.
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“That doesn’t change anything.” Zipporah stated, a strange type of sadness to her tone. “I’ve got wings and feathers. You’ve got fur, a tail, and ears. Nick has scales. Aurora has gills. I could go on. But the point, no matter what we are, we’re still creatures. Humans - regular people - may not have instincts like we do, but otherwise, we’re no different. There are even people on Earth who have it worse than all of us. But they don’t know the future either and they can’t justify whatever they do just because they believe it to be true.” she finished, taking a long drink from her bottle.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Nov 17, 2010 22:48:12 GMT -5
"my first instinct is to protect my pack. get that thing to stop instigating about my pack and i won't kill her." i replied icily, matching her own tone, still wolf. --------------------- "no, we can't. but we still believe in what we wish. what we feel we should." he cut himself off by taking another long drink. a tear slipped out, murmuring a word. a name. he pulled a picture out, staring at one figure in it, glaring jokingly at the camera. "my sweet revenge." he murmured, another tear slipping out as he took another drink.
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Post by Cheyenne on Nov 18, 2010 15:30:01 GMT -5
"Vendetta, grow up." Mother said frankly. "People will always say something that you don't like. I'm sorry to inform your fully-grown self that should know better, but stabbing them does not make the world go round again." she stated. "You have to work with them. I don't care about your personal sentiments or regards toward the rest of your pack. Your job is to follow orders and get the mission done. Which you cannot do if your packmates are getting killed or injured, even more so when it is by you." her tone was without any compassion. "So stop whining to me like a child. I have no time or care to hear 'oh, but she's so annoying' or 'she's beeing mean, mommy' because I am not your babysitter. I don't care about your first instinct. It's called control. Learn some. You made a deal which involved following orders. So do it." she finished.
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"No matter how stupid or irrational it is." Zipporah mumured in agreement. She then looked back up at the wolf boy, seeing the tears and his gaze. She wanted so badly to reassure him that everything was going to be okay and that Vendetta was going to be back, but she did not dare. "Aw, come on man, don't cry. then you're going to make me cry and I've already done that three times today, which is more than I've let anyone of you seen since I've met all of you guys." she stated, which was true. Prior to those alst twenty-four hours, she had never once cried in front of the others. "Look, one day, it's going to be okay again. I promise...Trust me." she said, the words sounding foreign and like snakes on her tongue.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Nov 18, 2010 21:47:14 GMT -5
"you trained me. I'm following past orders. and i followed the mission to the dot. sorry that you didn't program my off switch to your control." i said, sitting down. "now what's the next mission." i said blankly, watching her with blank iciness, playing with the blade, the blood still fresh. ------------------ "so you say." he said, pushing the emotions back. "but seriously? 'everything will be okay?' that's bullshit and you know it Z." he said, taking another long drink and laying down on the floor, watching the stars.
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Post by Cheyenne on Nov 18, 2010 22:06:55 GMT -5
"Since you like stabbing things so much, you can go extract information from our latest victim." Mother said coldly as well, her gaze locking with Vendetta's. "Take her to the boy. Alexander." she stated to the guards at the door.
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Zipporah smiled bitterly. He was right. "Yeah." she muttered in agreement. "But trust me. It'll get better. Not okay, but better. More like it used to be." she assurred both Xavier and herself, taking another drink. "It'll just take a little time." she murmured, resting her chin on her knees and looking up at the sky as well. Though her glance more so involved thoughts where she was flying and subsequently divebombing straight into the earth.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Nov 19, 2010 15:57:55 GMT -5
i took in a deep breath, shutting my eyes for the intake, and flicking them open as i breathed out. "good. this should be fun." i said, emotionlessly as they flickered off like candles blown out from the wind. ------------------------ Xavier looked at her warily. "what are you planning, Z?" he asked, taking a drink again. the bottle was half gone.
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Post by Cheyenne on Nov 19, 2010 17:42:06 GMT -5
The guards led Vendetta into a room where a boy - perhaps eight or nine at most - lie strapped to a steel table. His eyes were looking around the room, flicking with agitation from one place to another. “This is Alexander.” one of the guards stated the obvious. “Really? See, and all this time I thought I was Big Bird! What a surprise!” the boy said sarcastically, apparently hearing the guard. “Kid, you’re not helping your case.” the guard snapped. The boy laughed bitterly. “Like I care.” he stated. “There’s nothing more you can do to me. You lost your bargaining chip and my compliance.” he sneered, glaring at both Vendetta and the guard. The words seemed so odd and wrong coming out of the child’s mouth in a child’s voice. “Have your fun.” he then told Vendetta.
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“Dive-bombing from - oh, wait.” Zipporah stopped herself, realizing that was not what Xavier was referring to, nor was she truly planning it. “Nothing.” she then stated.
Liar, liar, pants on fire! The human sung.
She smirked. “I mean, if you have any suggestions, I’m open for them.” she replied. “Otherwise…” she trailed off, leaving it obvious that there was little options or room to plan anything at this point. “I’m just wondering how stupid your ex-pack is and who’ll be the first to double-cross her.” she shook her head.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Nov 20, 2010 12:31:11 GMT -5
i glanced at the guard, and then returned my gaze back to the child. i shoved the guard out of the room and tilted the table so he would seem like he was standing. i pulled over a chair and sat in front of him. "what the fuck did you do to land yourself in this hellhole? how bout you catch me up here. no one decided to brief me." i said, slouching and watching the kid with a bored expression. i yawned, slinging one arm over the top part of the chair and getting comfortable, breaking the stupid code about how you were supposed to sit a certain way. -------------------- "Rascale will. and i know you're lying, Z. i can smell it. I'm not that drunk yet. now what are you planning?" he asked, taking another cautious sip and sitting up to watch her.
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Post by Cheyenne on Nov 20, 2010 12:51:43 GMT -5
Alexander smirked. “Hmm, I think that question would better be directed at you.” he pointed out, watching her warily. “You aren’t standard program. They would have been ripping me apart with a smile on their face by now. Also, they would not ask me why I am here. Well ,they would, but not like you are.” he observed. “So, really, the better question is why are they sending you in here for me? And why are you here - or more specifically, for whom?” the boy finished, showing that, for a little kid, he was incredibly perceptive. Almost like Casper, were Casper more obnoxious. “But I don’t expect an answer. It’s none of my business anyway.” he then stated. He cleared his throat. “To answer your question, I’m a traitor.” he stated. “At six, I joined the program for freedom for both me and my brother. A year later, boom, we got out.” he rolled his shoulder, revealing a tattoo, which seemed even further out of place on his little body. “I joined a rebel organization because, frankly, this crap sucks. No kid deserves it. But I got captured. My little bro - the little dumb ass-” he cut himself off, choking and blinking back tears. After a moment he swallowed, and took a deep breath, recomposing himself. “He tried to find me. So, of course, that was how they manipulated me.” he clenched his teeth. “But now the little bro is dead and I’m back here and not compromising. He was only seven. A possible execution is scheduled next Tuesday for me now.” he finished. He smirked wryly. “I might get to finally see him after all.”
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Zipporah studied Xavier. “What could I possibly plan that won’t screw either you guys or Vee over?” she asked him, sounding genuinely helpless and looking it enough as well. “And why would I bring Raven along in any case? So I can get someone else screwed over? I don’t think so.” With that, she took another drink. She could not speak the truth for multiple reasons. Chiefly, for she feared anyone listening in on the conversation. Then they would all really be dead. She lowered the bottle. Barely a third left. “Look, I already have enough on my conscience.” she looked up at Xavier. “I’m not going to build on that and have something bad happen to you guys or Vee.” she swallowed. “Besides,” she started. “Your ex-pack is a bunch of idiots. They’ll screw themselves over. I know the organization may not be one of honor, but Vee don’t take crap and I doubt she’ll be in the business of starting to.” she ended with a wry smirk.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Nov 20, 2010 22:58:25 GMT -5
i watched him for a few long minutes, and then sighed. i sat with both feet planted on the floor, leaning my arms on them, watching him. "i had a sister. twin sister, actually." i said, touching my arm where three scars ran up the length. i was silent for another long moment. "she tried to kill me. i killed her first."more silence filled the air. "she worked in this hellhole. i got out, but then was captured. me and my mate. i traded my cooperation for his freedom, along with my pack's. so, how bout we make a little deal? you're what, eight? i don't wanna torture an eight year old kid. no matter how many tattoos he has." i said, picking up the least painful tool on the tray. -------------- Xavier choked out a laugh. "you're right on that one. if they have her on a leash, she'll be dragging her feet the entire time."
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Post by Cheyenne on Nov 20, 2010 23:16:23 GMT -5
Alexander blinked. He shook his head sadly with a bitter smile. "I betrayed many people for the sake of my little brother. Didn't matter. He's dead now anyway. I may be eight - which above all, I appreciate you noticing by the way, and the tattoo - but I have done worse than most eighty-year-olds. Many people could die now because of me. Regardless of your sentiments, I deserve whatever is coming to me." He then looked into her eyes, tears forming in his own, which he blinked back. "I don't mean to make you feel guilty, but your cooperation is a choice you will regret. My brother's last words to me were 'you should not have done this.' If your mate and your pack loves you, they will feel the same way."
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Zipporah grinned with half remembrance and half sadness. "Dragging her feet into the floor; her claws into their skin..." she trailed off, shrugging. "You know Vee."
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Nov 21, 2010 9:24:06 GMT -5
i looked at him, a slow smile growing on my face. "well, kid, it doesn't matter what the hell you did. you're here because you got caught. you tried to do something right and failed. I've done that a million times. and then you have that moment of defeat. then someone from the outside needs to smack some sense into you. so i guess that's my job." i said, standing and whacking him on the back of the head and looking him dead in the eyes, a fire of mischievousness gleaming in them. "so, if you're going to die, die kicking, screaming, and taking as many assholes down with you." i said, and returned to my chair, and rolled up my pants leg, showing him what looked like tally marks. there were a few fresh ones. "this is the amount of assholes i took out, kicking and screaming." i said proudly. "and i will add more. but, there's also a downfall." i said, my smile fading. i raised the other pant leg, where more Tally's showed. "these are the innocent i killed. it always happens. so you have to make up for it." there were two dozen, maximum, as apposed to the other leg that nearly covered her leg from ankle to knee. i rolled them down and picked the thin blade back up. "so, are you going to go out kicking and screaming or in defeat?" i asked, looking him dead in the eyes again. --------------------------- Xavier smiled sadly, then a thought hit him. "course i do. she's probably causing trouble and inspiring young minds into chaos as we speak." he said, chuckling and taking another swing. his bottle was as empty as Z's.
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Post by Cheyenne on Nov 21, 2010 9:47:22 GMT -5
Alexander smirked. He laughed. "Lady, I'm telekinetic. A very drugged up telekinetic, but a telkinetic no less. I've broken pipes, gasmanes, set off bombs a little too quickly, and have had some fun with those little tools on that table before. Frankly, I've kicked and screamed enough." he laughed, but nevertheless, there was a betraying wink and mischeivous look in his eyes. "I'm just going to take my peace Tuesday and leave it at that. They will get nothing more out of me and I will be content with that as my final defiance." he stated, yet from his eyes h was going to do anything but. "However, as I must point out, you are not going out kicking and screaming. It would be more inspiring of a speech were you coming here with ammo covering you and two machine guns in your hands. Not reluctantly complying to a corrupt group of psychopaths to strike a deal in hope they will honor it. That's neither just or logical. And you will accumulate far more innocent tallies than not. Trust me. You'll have nightmares and it wil lhaunt you, lest you go insane. Look at every person you meet doing this. Notice how none of them are sober, sane people." he stated. While his words were harsh, his tone was gentle enough to soften the blow. "Then again, who am I to talk, right?"
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Zipporah snorted, thinking about that. "You know, it's actually kind of funny when Vee is the one I would rather have teaching those kids." she joked, laughing.
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