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Post by Vanquish Lee on Jan 14, 2010 21:02:54 GMT -5
It was unusually dark in Freakopolis and it was growing darker everyday. The guards were making uncommon rounds over the camp and it put Bex in a mood that wasn't up to Dreamer standards. Memories of her capture filled her head every time she saw one. The horrible memory of being ripped away from her life. It wasn't a band-aid whose pain went away after a few moments. It was wound created that would never heal even though she did her best to ignore it, and often did really well.
She told herself she would be fine. Her mood would pass. She had to keep good face. She was second of the Dreamers. She couldn't fall apart. It wouldn't look well. She swallowed a gulp of cold air and wrapped her arms tight around her. A black coat hugged her body, trying to keep whatever warmth inside and thick pants hung loose around her legs. Her nose was warm and her finger tips looked strangely blue but Bex blamed the dark light. She couldn't be that cold yet.
She sat on a dome like play structure whose name she had long forgotten. Her feet hung off the side and she looked across the playground. It was kind of a sorry playground but the little kids that used to come enjoyed it. Now it seemed deserted. Maybe people wanted to keep the kids away from the guards. She sighed, trying to decide whether or not to go back to her slightly warmer cell. At least she could pile under her blanket and a pile of clothes. |
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Post by The Guard on Jan 19, 2010 11:33:56 GMT -5
This guard had killed two of the buggers already. One night of patrolling had brought him across five of the curs sleeping inside one of the structures. It had been a one shot double kill. That kind of skill couldn't be bought. He trained every second he wasn't in Freakopolis. He would be the best. He would kill the most. None would survive as far as he was concerned.
"Fresh meat." The guard murmured to himself, creeping along the play structures. He clearly spotted the woman, an advantage he had to give his helmet credit for. The government could make nice shit when they put their mind to it.
Gracefully as a cat, the guard reached her noiselessly and in one jump landed beside Bex, both steel-toed boots slamming down onto the structure with enough noise to wake the dead. His gun hung at his side, clearly ready to be used but not pointed her way.
This one liked to play with his food first.
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Post by Vanquish Lee on Jan 19, 2010 22:15:16 GMT -5
Too wrapped up in her thoughts, Bex didn't notice the guard at all. She didn't even get a feeling of being watched. Maybe her ability to block off the world wasn't as precious as it seemed.
She bit back a scream as he jumped beside her. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. She drew her legs to her chest, not looking at the guard beside her. Her breathing picked up. What was she supposed to do?
She knew the stories. You run, you die. You talk back, you die. You breath wrong, you die. She stopped breathing through her mouth, silently breathing through her nose. She wondered if by not talking, you died as well. Maybe the guards were into manners.
She'd been here four years. Four years she spent away from family, sanity. Is this where those four years would end? She prayed she'd given Demetrio a hug last time the spoke. He was as close too family as she had.
Death raced through her mind as the guard crouched beside her. She turned her head to the guard, her eyes wide. Could he not tell she was innocent? Harmless? She wanted to just fall apart and cry.
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so crappy but hot damn. she's really conflicted right now so i'm sorry if that affects my writing!!!
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Post by The Guard on Jan 20, 2010 10:13:48 GMT -5
Face to face, there really wasn't anything so terrible about this one. Some mutants were fugly, that was a fact. But some could very easily pass, if not excel, as human. At times this particular guard wished they would turn human, just for a moment, so that what he did with them wouldn't be so terrible.
A cold gloved hand reached out and its fingertips brushed her cheek. As if caught in a sudden stroke of anger, the hand lashed out and gripped her jaw with a thumb and forefinger, lifting her head as if inspecting an animal.
"What are you doing out at night?" The sound of his breathing was amplified by the mask. It distantly resembled Darth Vader's. The voice asking wasn't kind, but neither could his victim be sure he'd kill her.
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Post by Vanquish Lee on Jan 20, 2010 20:17:49 GMT -5
Bex tried to stare into the eyes of the guard but she couldn't even see where his eyes were through the black glass of the helmet. Her breathing picked up as she saw his hand moved.
She shuddered as he touched her and winced as he tugged at her face. Her fear intensified. She looked up, away from the guard. She could pretend it was a lovers' quarrel. She could pretend she could make it out.
She looked back to the guard. She took a moment. Why was she out here? "I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry." God, she did not want to apologize to him but the words rushed out. "Please," she begged. Begged for her life. Probably playing right into his hands.
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Post by The Guard on Jan 21, 2010 12:32:06 GMT -5
The guard snorted rudely and released her face. The lack of contact didn't last long. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he backhanded the mutant clear off the structure. He wouldn't give her long to recuperate on the ground. He jumped directly beside her, his heavy boots landing dangerously close.
"Get up. Get the hell up." A gloved hand took the woman by the collar and roughly forced her to her feet. He then shoved her forward. "Get on with you. To your cell block. Come out past dark again and I'll kill you." He walked forward to shove her again, even if she was being obedient and leaving.
The guard contained his laughter as he watched the mutant. As an afterthought he lifted his gun and pointed it at her back. He shouted,
"I take that back. You have ten seconds. Then I'll kill you." His finger rubbed the trigger.
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Post by Vanquish Lee on Jan 21, 2010 17:18:11 GMT -5
Bex relaxed a little as the guard let go of her face. The relief from this was shorted lived however as she was thrown to the ground. She knelt, clutching her face. Could he not just leave her alone? She shifted away from his feet as they landed beside her, cowering like a child stuck in a corner.
She whimpered as he pulled her to her feet before she could even try herself. She stumbled over her feet as he pushed her forward. She took her first step away, not wanting to die. She fell forward to her knees as he pushed her again. Her body was beginning to shudder with tears that weren't ready to come out.
She winced as he yelled and got to her feet. oh my god, she thought to herself before beginning to run. Ten seconds? What the hell? Tears clouded her eyes as she ran to the cell blocks.
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Post by The Guard on Jan 26, 2010 18:39:25 GMT -5
The guard watched with a smug expression masked by his helmet. He didn't plan to shoot the woman. Instead he watched her run.
"Hate to see you go," he murmured, wishing he had a cigarette, "Love to watch you leave." And then he cackled maniacally like all the good villains do at the end of their scenes.
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