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    For All Of You

    Post by Livewire on Sun Mar 13, 2016 11:03 pm

    Date: 3/10
    Time: 6:50PM

    The trees were getting closer together now.

    The femme had been walking for hours now.  Well, maybe "walking" wasn't the best word. She had been sprinting for a good portion of five hours at this point. She didn't feel tired at all. No fatigue plauged the limbs of the child as she ran. Branches and broken earth laid in the wake of her pedes as the metal edges ripped through the peat and leaves decorating the forest floor. Green leaves were beginning to show through the canopy of threes above her. She paid this little mind.

    Her mind was…elsewhere.

    She had thought about going back. Briefly had she entertained the fantasy of returning to that home which she had been so generously invited into, the family that was just starting to feel like it might really, really, last this time. She thought about Fear and Kev, about Tiresias and Penny and all of the animals. She thought about Nessa. She thought about Alasdair and Sutekh, Lunette, her friends. Their faces flashed through her thoughts as deepened, soft earth and roots slowed her sprint into a harried walk. She had run for a long time. How many miles had she crossed?

    The child looked behind herself again.  Before when she checked she had seen the glint of the city and the winding roads of the highways that encircled it like vines stretching through branches. Now, though, she just saw forest. She was deep enough in the moutains that she couldn't see much of anything. Not high enough to see the horizon, not close enough to see out of the forest.  There were animals here, but she supposed that her noisy trampling of the forest floor had scared most of them away. That was fair and reasonable. She didn't really want them to see her, anyway. Fear could probably just scan the minds of anything that had seen her, right?  



    She couldn't waste time with that now. She had to move.

    Livewire looked above her. There was a rocky outcrop up ahead.  She felt…good and lost, now. Maybe they wouldn't find her, and this would work. It could all work out.  

    Her hands gripped onto the rocks as she pulled herself forward. With a crash, the child fell through. Peat compacted into a slick slide beneath her as the dead leaves kept her from getting any grip. She disappeared beneath the rocks and into the darkness before her body crashed into a wall of stone. The femme laid there for a moment before shifting, pushing upright and looking at the crack in light just a few feet before her. Oh.  There had been a mass of leaves obscuring the hole, and the hole was just a nicely placed crevace.

    Well…

    This would do as well as anything.

    Livewire scooted back until the afternoon sun no longer touched the yellow, muddy metal of her frame through the crack in the stone and leaves. The child looked once more at the light before shutting off her optics.

    She was doing this for a good cause.

    This was the right thing to do.

    It was.




    It had to be.
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Nessa on Tue Mar 15, 2016 5:51 pm



    The adventures of Suzanne, the poor and oh-so unappreciated white rat




    A small sigh escapes the smallish rat as she watches the shiny-metal-yellow-friend pick up speed. The cloak of Momma's aura still keeping her under the radar for now, but the further out she goes, the less likely the spell will hold up. And she does NOT want that! Momma's not happy, nobody happy. So she wiggles her hind end and delves deeper into the shadow, a small wisp of soul keeping up with the now-angry-yellow-friend and dodging out of sight each time. Suzanne, during this whole following, questions what is the matter with Momma's friend. She definitely saw her with a sad face, and told the rest of her brothers and sisters that she was going to follow her. The noise on their end was hurts-mind-ears-lots and not a good time in general! So on she went further to get away from the ruckus! Branches fall in front of the rat and quickly she scurries up a tree. Jumping from branch to branch now, the mountains come in sight.

    Yellow-not-good-at-climbing-pets-good tries her best but is most certainly too heavy for such a feat as climbing these mountains and... huh? She fell!

    Suzanne's ears fall flat and she goes toward the crevice, breaking her connection to Momma's cloak.

    She squeaks in surprise, huddling down and looking over the edge just in time to see Yellow-muddy-face's eyes shut off. Well then.

    Time to sit here and stay.

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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Fear on Wed Mar 16, 2016 4:30 pm

    Time: 19:32
    Date: March 10th, 0006



    There were over 13,596,990 teeming minds and counting in this sprawling region.

    9,512,709 insects.

    2,337,638 birds.

    1,076,220 reptiles.

    670,422 mammals.

    1 white, special little rat by the name of Suzanne.

    For a lesser and more novice psychic, finding Nessa's minion would have been nothing short of impossible. How fortunate, then, that it was not a novice psychic dispatched to find the tiny rodent. No... for what was to come was far, far worse.

    It was dark.

    Long had the sun's luminous rays descended past the horizon and left the world draped in uncontested shadow. There were no city lights, no artificial sources or signs of civilization out here, in God's wild country. Only a pale crescent moon shone high, high above... accented by the gleams and twinkles of faraway stars. Hardly a soul flitted between the shady trees and the dense bush, hardly a soul took to the skies and soared with majestic pride. A hoot of a lonely owl, the baying of a coyote or wolf, the steady chorus of crickets singing their evening lullaby. The world belonged to the scavengers now; to the creatures faithful to the night hunt. And it belonged to one of the greatest hunters of them all. It belonged... to it.

    Rattle, rattle, rattle...

    Unrecognizable animal cries yipped in the far distance, a frightened howl carried across the gloom. Even the predators were another's prey. But it was not a wolf's meat that would satiate the ill omen carried upon the night wind, nor the brittle bones of a fluffy white rat. It demanded the satisfying crunch of metal.

    Rattle, rattle, rattle...

    It was coming.

    Rattle, rattle, rattle...

    It was coming for you.

    Rattle, rattle, rattle...

    And you had so foolishly chosen the worst hiding place of all...

    THOOM!

    A hole.

    The earth shook with a sudden and great upheaval, dust and rock violently ejected to the four corners. Your meager pit trembled and quaked as something began making its rounds. Thump... Thump... Thump... It was there, it was here, it was everywhere. It was circling, it was searching.

    And it was only a matter of time.

    Terrifying was its breath, laboured and guttural. Terrifying where its growls, deep and irate. Be still... be very, very still... Soil loudly crunched beneath its monstrous weight, hardened claws audibly grasping dry earth with primal strength. Thump... Thump... Thump... It was beginning to move away... but for how long and how far? A minute passed. Two minutes passed. Five, ten... There was nothing. No longer did the land quiver. No longer did you hear its aggravated rumbles and bestial clicks. The world had fallen into a suffocating quiet, where not even the crickets played their songs. Were you safe? Had it gone for good? Perhaps your plan worked after all...

    Above, visible through the jagged crack overhead, you could make out the stars. How peaceful they seemed... so beautiful and carefree. No matter what happened, they were always there, up so high and happily ignorant of what happened down here. It must be... nice.

    Two shined brighter than the others, gleaming proudly against the dark. Equidistant stars... wonder if they were twins?
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Livewire on Wed Mar 16, 2016 5:54 pm

    She really should have known that this wouldn't work.

    Livewire was a smart kid. She was clever and quick and usually she could figure out the right thing to do.

    Now was not one of those times.


    The femme's optics snapped open as pebbles and clumps of dirt fell upon her. The ground was shaking. Livewire's first thought was that it was an earthquake. For someone in a hole in the ground, this did not worry her as much as it probably should.

    Getting trapped within the earth would serve the same purpose. The tremors stopped too quickly for an earthquake.  Two blue lights stared ahead of Livewire as the child kept quiet. They were not from quakes. They were too consistent for quakes. They were steps. What could be making steps in this place? What would be so heavy? Why was it here?

    Why didn't she care? This should be something that would interest her. she liked things like this.

    But...she didn't like to be here. She didn't like the outside of the city and yer, here she was. Here she was, less alone than she thought.

    Maybe she just wasn't quite herself.

    Livewire looked ahead of herself with those two blue optics. The dirt around her fell in small clouds as small pebbles and clods ground against her sweater, trapped there between the earth and the metal of her body.

     She was surprised, but figured that she shouldn't be. This was the mountains, and she was not familiar. She just supposed that it would be further into the mountains. 

    ...

    Oh.

    The thought came to Livewire just as the silence settled. It didn't make sense. The pendant burned against her chest as a pebble dropped down and hit against her helm with a small ding.

    She looked up.

    She didn't say a word. 

    Those weren't stars.
     
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Nessa on Thu Mar 17, 2016 2:52 pm

    For all the things Suzanne has seen, done, and eaten, one can't just BE a rat for seven centuries or more and not have your instincts go haywire when things seem a bit sketchy. It's what has kept her Momma's whole family alive so far and it's doing it's job to this day.

    So when the world shakes, the ground quakes, and all hell seems to be breaking loose...

    No matter how much she loves Yellow-shiny-petter-friend, she gets out when she has to.




    ((OOC: HAVE FUN GUYS. SANS SUZY-Q))

    And so she does.

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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Fear on Fri Mar 18, 2016 7:39 pm

    No.

    No, they weren't.

    It knew you were there. And, at the same time, how you weren't. The severity of your transgression remained upheld irregardless of a suitable mental defense. In the darkness of your hole, your desired and convenient prison from the world and those around you, it should become apparent that your labour was, and forever will be, futile. Wherever, wherever can you go, little bumblebee, where the darkness cannot follow? Though you had been clever and temporarily outfoxed a greater friend and foe, your fate was shared with the countless billions before you: you will never escape a force so dogged as death. Where you go, it shall follow. Where you hide, it shall discover. It was as every much a part of you as your shadow, and therein lied the downfall of your arrogance. Weighty feet thundered atop the surface and the pair of stars twinkling above the crevasse's opening shifted out of your vision. It was as if a great blot of ink had momentarily blackened the heavens from existence.

    Crrk... Crrrrrk... CRACK!

    Something fell through your window to the outside world.

    Something that writhed and thrashed against earth and stone.

    It was slender and longer than any normal human being, and yet it was no animal or creature looking to devour you, metal shell and all. It was as dark as pitch and thick with muscle, though your optics would struggle to discern a solid outline within the undulating mass. Whatever it was, it dangled there freely and periodically twitched - you recognized this behaviour, no?

    Curl and relax... Curl and relax... Curl and relax...

    How enticing.
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Livewire on Fri Mar 18, 2016 11:19 pm

    She was caught.

    The child looked up at the massive thing as it blocked out the stars and replaced them with its own. How long did she think that she could have avoided this specter?  How often did Livewire think that she could run, could evade the inevitability of being caught? Of course she would be caught. Of course this little self-righteous campaign of hers would end.   She could not stay out here. Well...she was physically capable, of course.

    She should of known that she could keep going. She should have kept going. She could have found a deeper hole, a higher mountain, and kept going.  Further and further where she would never be found, where she could just recharge.  Just sleep until maybe, just maybe, her curse wouldn't hurt anyone else. Then they would be safe.  They'd be hurt, the ones that cared for her, but they'd be safe from her. They'd be safe.

    Looking upon this twitching black lure before her, Livewire supposed that even running away wouldn't keep them safe from her.

    She didn't move to grasp it fore the first few moments. Just staring at this snare, knowing full well what was waiting above her, did not push her to move. Nothing should have come for her. She was a thing that hurt, that enjoyed to hurt, that wasn't worth it. She brought suffering and pain.  She should care but...but she couldn't. She couldn't care and even feeling nothing would not keep the femme from acting. She did not need to feel to know what was the right thing to do.

    A hopeless cause was easy to recognize, though.

    She doubted that the beast would leave her, even when she knew it was best for him to.

    Small metal hands pushed against the walls of her chosen sanctuary. The child stood in her place before crawling over to that twitching darkness.  There was no point in staying.  He knew where she was now.

    She stared for a moment at the choice before her.  Did it matter?  She thought that it should matter. It should mean a lot, but…

    The bait was taken.
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Fear on Mon Mar 21, 2016 1:11 pm

    It was all futile, in the end. It was all, all futile.

    Like a fish on the hook, you were reeled out from your dingy lair and lifted into the open, vulnerable and without security. This is where the prey met their gruesome end at the hands of the hunter. This is where the ultimate punishment fit the ultimate crime. For you, however... Earth softly crunched in your audio receptors as your feet pushed against a solid surface. For you, dear Livewire, you were simply released from its coils. The shadowy appendage unraveled itself from your metal frame and gently let go, without fuss... without incident. No longer did you have the comfort of your isolated trench for protection, and as the beast within the shadows began to stir, whispers faintly carried throughout the dark... soon you wouldn't have comfort in much else. It was time, Livewire.

    "I sssupposssse I ought to hear your ssside of the ssstory before commencing with judgement." You knew this voice very well, no? After all, how could you not? From out of the gloom approached an entity far beyond the natural order. It was one who had seen the demise of billions. It was one who equated cruelty with mercy. It was, and forever shall be unless revoked, one of your guardians.

    A frustrated guardian, but one nevertheless.

    And while he expected an answer promptly, a gangrenous hand outstretched itself toward you. Decrepit fingers beckoned. "The amulet, lassssss. Kindly give me the amulet." Rest assured, Livewire, because you won't be pulling this stunt a second time.
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Livewire on Mon Mar 21, 2016 4:10 pm

    Up she went.
     
    A thread of her sweater pulled before snapping against the jagged edge of a rock.  The shadow obscured it from her vision, but Livewire was aware of the damage all the same. The sound had become familiar to the femme ever since she had started wearing these sweaters of hers.  She might have worried about that. She might have worried about how a shadow was removing her from her hide-away. She might have worried and wondered about how she had been found so quickly.
     
    There wasn't any worry felt.
     
    She looked upon the beast without fear. Without…anything. There was recognition, of course. What else would be so terrifying, so monstrous, and yet so in control? What sort of creature would take her only to carefully place her back into the open? He was not in the form that Livewire was used to but she recognized him all the same.
     
    There was no smile upon her face to greet the ghoul.
     
    No words for him, no hugs. As he let go she only stayed in place, not moving from the indentions that her feet made in the packed leaves already scarred and pocked by that of the creature before her.  No glint returned to her eye and no expression revealed itself to him. She was...blank. There were thoughts but those were held tightly in bondage.  Something screeched inside of her but even Livewire, the closest to the suffering thing, could not hear it. She would not hear it.
     
    There was so much missing.
     
    The amulet was removed.
     
    What would Fear hear as the pendant touched upon his leathery skin? What would replace the silence of the child who had so forsaken him, who had forsaken them? 
     
    Static.

    Like a radio station with too many shows fighting for the signal, her mind was jumbled. For days and days the child had laid silent inside of herself as shock kept her still. He had known that she was broken before, he had known that now it was only worse.
     
    Had he known what to expect?
     
    Every part of Livewire was fighting every other part. Her mind rolled around in a disjointed mess of shards.  There was…anger. There was anger coloring it, but it had nowhere to go. No target to lock onto, no goal in mind. There was sadness, pain, but there was so much that no point could pin it in place.
     
    She had lost the one thing that had sustained her throughout all of the other losses. No matter who left, who disappeared, Skyler had always been there.  She was the rock that Livewire had clung to in this storm.
     
    Livewire was clever.  She was quick and resourceful.  That had not been harmed in this disaster.  The analytical mind remained untouched, as it always did, but the rest…
     
    There was…enough of it. There was enough fear, enough reasoning, just enough that formed something like a thought. She hated herself.  She loved her family.  Her family left her. 
     
    She was the cause.
     
    The child was silent. Blue optics focused on the fiend before her as the hand which had relinquished the amulet fell back to her side limply. The mind which was usually buzzing with facts and observations, swelling with emotion, was dulled. Vibrant colors replaced by chaotic static with only a few broken thoughts managing to make their way through.
     
    It was her fault.
     
    She made her family disappear. If she wasn't there then no danger would exist. If she was away from them, they were safe. They wouldn't disappear. She was the reason that her guardians were gone, she was the reason that all of their friends suffered in the wake left behind. It had always been her fault.
     
    All of this spoke at once.  The broken thoughts and half-understood emotions formed no coherent subject. It was almost remarkable that Livewire had gotten this far.  Each part screamed all at once into the silence.
     
    She did not speak.
     
    The silence was all that answered Fear.

     
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Fear on Fri Mar 25, 2016 5:08 pm

    No words, lass? No outspoken explanation or verbal acknowledgement of your misdeeds?

    There was, as expected from one so broken, nothing. No smile in her eyes, no song in her heart... Nothing but a shell remained before him now, empty and lifeless. The Livewire they had come to known... The Livewire they had shared laughs with... The Livewire they had cared for and protected... She was... gone.

    Static filled the ghoul's head, his thoughts unruly. Anger, fear, self-loathing... guilt. It was an angry sea so turbulent in one so young. It was a monument to the sins of others, for what child readily understood why they were abandoned? Livewire had tried, and in her flawed attempt to grasp a truth so beyond her, so alien as to present itself frightening to the awareness of a naive child... she had fallen into the mouth of madness and seemed lost in the depths of her mind for all eternity. She shattered. Abandoned by her friends and family, left to navigate a terrifying world all alone, the femme could no longer mend the pieces of her fractured soul. It was, in many ways, a tragedy shared.

    But that was no excuse.

    Her plan had been premeditated. She had stolen something that was not hers. She had purposefully targeted Kev in his moment of vulnerability and betrayed his trust. In that fateful instant, the moment she had willed everything into motion, it was no longer Livewire that Fear saw before him.

    He saw the countless faces of Deadworld, of citizen and Judge alike.

    He saw the countless faces of Mega-City One, of Portal Breach.

    He saw the face of his brother.

    He saw himself.

    Guilty, whispered a voice. They were all guilty. There was no difference between the criminal intent of a lowly thug, of a vigilant Judge, or of an ignorant child. Everyone... Every single soul alive... They all equally had a chance of committing sin. The atrocities of Deadworld... The dystopian future of Mega-City One... The apathy of Portal Breach... His brother's lobotomy and Livewire's hopelessness... His own inability to carry out the one, true purpose... Guilty.

    And so, a gun was produced, its golden barrel directed at Livewire's despondent eyes.

    This went against everything he had learned, he had felt. This went against everything he desperately so wanted for himself, and yet...

    Clik!

    And yet this was right.

    The firearm's safety was brought down slowly, intimately. It was right. It was right to shoot this child, to shoot this traitor. After all, what happens to a dog if it will not obey the command of its master? What happens to a soul that yearned to cease?

    This was kind.

    This was merciful.

    This was just.

    And was he not all of these things?

    Metal softly jostled as a skeletal finger curled itself around a beckoning trigger. "Livewire, on the count of petty theft, I find you guilty." It begins. "On the count of running away, I find you guilty. On the count of intentional infliction of emotional distress, I find you guilty. And on the count of criminal negligence, I find you guilty. Have you nothing to sssay in your defenssse?"

    There was, of course, silence. After everything they had done for her... Livewire would not speak. Livewire would not muster the willpower to raise a finger. Livewire would rather die. "..."

    Then let it be so.

    The defense rests and her 'statement' has been officially noted. There was only one thing left...

    "For your crimesss committed againssst the greater good and the civil public, I hereby sssentence you to death." This was right, this was right, oh god this was right. This was the law. This was the truth. She ran away, she stole the pendant, she conspired and inflicted harm... Livewire was, by all definitions known to the reasonable human mind, guilty. To excuse her heinous acts would be unthinkable. It would set an undesirable precedent. Is that what they wanted to achieve...? Did they want Livewire to learn that what she had done on this day was permissible?

    No.

    No, they did not. Therefore, the answer was clear.

    Fear could no longer delay things further. "Your sssentence isss to be carried out immediately. Die with grace, Livewire. Die with grace..." And then the trigger was squeezed, a muzzle's flash piercing the darkness and overpowering aroma of fresh gunpowder.

    BANG!

    It was over in the blink of an optic...
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Livewire on Fri Mar 25, 2016 9:05 pm

    She deserved this.

    In all of her shattered mind did she know this simple statement to be truth. She deserved this. He deserved this.

    He deserved this retribution. He deserved to fulfill revenge for his own self and the self of his love. He deserved to be able to say that he did the right thing. He did what he needed to do and it was good, it was a good thing. He was doing a good thing to put her down.

    Blue optics looked at the gun's barrel as he read her sentence. It was right. She didn't deserve to take her own life, but she didn't deserve to keep it either. It should be the ones that she hurt most to do this.  Kev wouldn't be able to. Sonia wouldn't be able to no matter how vehemetly she had promised. Fear could. Fear could do this. He was a professional and she didn't deserve anything else.

    She wouldn't hurt anyone. She would never hurt anyone again.

    She looked past the barrel of the gun. She looked to the fiend before her and accepted this, her death, all of this.   She deserved to die.

    BANG







    SNAP

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    The broken pieces of her mind all seized up at once as the child fell, knees burrowing into the damp earth like stones.  

    snk wrote:This was...was good. Right? She had moved. Maybe... Maybe she went down to the kitchen to make something to eat. He tried to make himself feel optimistic about the idea of it, but found his head full of more stuff and fluff than usual. It took him a few minutes to realize that he was standing again, having made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen without really being aware of it.


    Dead pieces of her. Hopes, dreams, all shattered were blown away. Things rushed them out and flooded them into the dark, where she could never find them even if she looked. Like gray leaves falling off of an ailing plant, a snake shedding its scales...

    oh… wrote:Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Head bowing down, his hands tensed and tugged against his own skull lightly, knees bouncing in place. Not nestled in the blankets, not hiding in the basement, not curled up in a cupboard... Not in the shed with the sheep. Not cuddling Tiresias. Not even standing in the bedroom she used to share with her sister. The inn seemed like a good place to search, but to lave the house... What if she came back and didn't find him here?!



    Like metal powder introduced to a magnet, Livewire's mind immediately was drawn into jagged lines. Emotions poured in and washed out the static to replace it with the one she knew most, the only one she had spent time with in a way more intimate than anything else. Even Fear gently guiding her into death had not been so disasterously wonderful as that month with Kev. She knew this, she knew...she knew exactly what it was.

    It burned her.

    no wrote:The house had been quiet for the past week or so, but now...? The stillness was sweltering. Livewire's absence, almost deafening.


    It burned through her.  

    Livewire went into his bedroom, managed to find the necklace she knew would block out telepathy, and... This wasn't just a frightened response, chosen in the heat of the moment. This was planned. She planned this! Livewire planned to run away, she planned to leave when Kev was on duty, she planned to take the necklace and keep them from finding her with psychic powers...!



    Realization was...not always fun. Realizing that he had been duped, that his trust had been violated? Someone he loved like a daughter...had used him to escape? It made his heart sink and his blood curdle at the same time. Ten days of watching, of caring for her. They found her and brought her back, they looked after her, let the animals in to see her. They kept her decently fed, had a Doctor keeping track of her health. All of it, they had done for her and they did it without question. Without asking for anything in return, Kev and Fear had stubbornly remained in her life as patient stability. And now...after all this time...? When Livewire overcame her shock, it was to take advantage and leave. To shatter that stability.

    She left with the 'intent' to save them but even that threatened to make Kev's scales bristle. This realization was why, when Fear reassured that it was not his fault, the alien did not fight him on it. No... It wasn't his fault, was it? Not as though he had been negligent. They had both done the very best they could. For Livewire, they resolved not to stop trying. She had taken the situation out of their hands, effectively keeping them from trying. Why...?



    Noise had become garbled and faded, the alien not quite paying attention. He was thinking about a lemonade stand. A sunny day, with cardboard stands and a small table. Several pitchers of lemonade, condensation rolling off like beads of sweat. Skyler had made it, to make money for Livewire. The femme had taken to sleeping under overpasses, not quite having a home or family yet. Kev had wanted to help them, and if he had lips he'd pucker from the taste of way too many glasses of lemonade. Kev didn't need so many but, it was for Livewire. And Skyler. It was for them. Smiling faces, laughter... Skyler had appreciated his help. Kev had been happy... Happy to oblige, happy to make their day. So happy to see them.





    "We're lucky to have you. A-and we always will, ok?"





    The child gasped a hollow, surprised, shocked all at once sound.  She had hurt him. She had hurt him so much, she had betrayed him. She betrayed them. She hurt…all of them.

    Like mountains forming did the broken pieces clash together. The scalding, sharp, unforgiving introduction of Kev's emotions, what she had done to him, carved valleys and rifts into her mind. His own feelings forced the scattered remnants of her own into harsh detail, swiftly ripping them from the sea and showing them no mercy.

    She would feel this.

    She would suffer for her sins.

    They weighed down upon her. Down her back and streaking cold fire against the dried husk of her soul. The last ones she had to protect, protect from pain, and she caused them suffering. The last two to ever care about her, the last, only one now, to stay with her...

    And she had hurt him.

    But it wasn't just him. There, though subdued, there was another. More emotions of a startling different color than the one she was so familiar with.

    It was understanding. It was...knowing.  That pain, that empathy, it recognized something in her own suffering that it itself had gone through.  Fear.  It was Fear.

    With the suffering that Kev went through there was anger.  Of course there was, there had to be.  With the pain there was confusion. There was understanding, though, even if it was so faint that it was swallowed up in the pure power of everything else as Livewire's own emotions rose up violently, overtaking and twisting and hurting, so much hurting-

    She hurt her guardians.

    The child was quiet.  It was a different quiet now, though.  Gone was the static and confusion and in its place was horror. She was horrified and horror was what she knew. Never before had she felt…this. She had felt fear, she had felt disgust and she had felt pain.  She had hated herself...but it was nothing now. That hatred was nothing, because now she knew. Before she had assumptions and the workings of a broken mind but now she had facts, she had proof of what she was.  She.... She was not a child. She was not a precious thing to be protected, to be taught, to be kept.  She...

    Livewire looked.  Fear's feet in the dead leaves had been filling her optical feed for a few moments now but it was only then that she really looked, and saw, him there. She was back.  The child was aware once more and she had a whole new feeling, a whole new sensation to wake back up to.  She had never emphasized with anyone except Kev, except when they were together in spirit. She could never have done it and never had she tried. Too young, too broken, too selfish to consider the attempt to see things from another's eyes. So self-centered was she in her youth that she didn't realize that her intended impact was not the only impact that was felt. She didn't want to make them suffer but she did, she did so well. She was so good at causing them pain.

    Small hands obscured her vision as her mind swam in the wash, shuddering and cracking itself along the foundation that Fear's justice had given it so painfully. His shot had ripped away her ignorance and now she knew.  She knew.  This was not a good child. This was not someone that took pains to take care of her family. This was a creature that unleashed pain on the ones that cared for it, a thing that brought suffering to everything it touched.

    It had never seen itself like this, through another's eyes.

    It didn't know that it was a monster.

    Livewire moved.  Hands dropped from her face and laid prone against the earth. Soft mud left scrapes against her armor as one leg moved, another, and she took to her feet once more.  Leaves stuck stubbornly with a gumption that the child…

    Well, she certainly didn't feel it, but apparently she had it still.

    Eyes that had so brazenly seen her caretaker's helm before now would not raise to meet him. She kept her gaze low to the earth and did not raise her head.  It was.

    It was time to go home.
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    Re: For All Of You

    Post by Fear on Sat Mar 26, 2016 8:09 am

    He could have killed her, yes.

    He could have killed her and left the femme's lifeless carcass to rust beneath countless afternoon suns. It was well within his power. It was well within his right. As her guardian, even if one of two, he had the sovereignty to discipline this child proportionate to the misdeed committed. He could have killed her, but would it have necessarily taught anything?

    Flik!

    A warm orange glow bloomed in the flickering darkness, shades of polished gold traded for the comfort of rolled paper.

    It was funny. Fear had never been a smoker in life; something about the habit and black lungs never seemed quite appetizing. But, there the superfiend was, lighting up a cigarette as he observed Livewire writhe against her own demons. He had of course given them to her, though they had always been there. It was a cruel punishment. It was a heartless punishment. It was a fitting punishment. And as the femme lay there in horror of her reckless actions, her mind unable to hide behind an apathetic curtain, Fear could only watch. He could only watch with listless unblinking eyes and wait. The silence gave way to thought.

    How many times had he seen this before? How many times had he seen the weary face of a broken, battered soul? Had his first been within cold stone walls, or had it been earlier... where the layers of repression were as thick as the concrete floors he remembered?

    To watch innocence die... To feel a piece of it violently wrenched from your aching breast...

    Children, alas. Always was it children, for they were soft and naive and precious. They were, in every sense of the word, feeble. A child could not readily take care of itself in the wild, nor would it adequately teach itself the values of civility. They were perhaps one of the world's greatest mimics, so easily impressionable by their peers and superiors. Livewire was no different. He was no different. It was necessary, after all, to copy the successful teachings and practices of those who managed to outlive the weak.

    A good lad knew better than to speak out.

    A good lad knew better than to draw unwanted attention.

    A good lad knew better than to overstep his place.

    A good lad knew that survival depended heavily on his ability to serve the beck and call of his masters.

    But she was... different.

    Livewire had not been raised in a highly disciplined setting. She had not been raised with harsh consistency. She had not known what it was like to go hungry for nights on end, to find her bones broken and her skin bruised, or to question whether or not the next sunrise would be her last. Instead, she had been raised by fickle personalities and insincere promises. Instead, she had been raised in a world that shifted like dunes of sand. Instead, she had known that it was okay to run off, that it was okay to act out, that it was okay to be impulsive. She had learned that it was okay to just not care.

    Knowing this, he... pitied her. He pitied Livewire, for she was but one of many symptoms of a greater disease - neglect.

    It wasn't her fault. She had not asked to be born, she had not asked to be abducted, she had not asked for terrible role models and influences. Truly, she had never been in a position to ask much of anything. A child was voiceless, a child was vulnerable. Was it not the duty of an adult or village to oversee a child's nurturing?

    If she had not been neglected by others of her kind, perhaps she would have had a stronger identity.

    If she had not been neglected by her first mentors, perhaps she would have developed confidence.

    If she had not been neglected by her mother and father, perhaps she would have had stability.

    If she had not been neglected by her sister, perhaps she would have had faith.

    If the world had not been so bitter, if its people had not been so selfish...

    Feh... nothing more than a sentimental fool's wish. The world will always be bitter, its people will always be selfish. This is why the Judges were needed, this is why children like Livewire stumbled and lost their way, this is why the sinful deserved to die.

    This is why he existed.

    Metal groaned and the soft rustling of thick fabric reached his ears. Ah, she moves. Otherworldly eyes peered through a thin veil of earthy smoke, their interest great, as Livewire at last found the strength in her demoralized state of mind. That's it, lass, that's it... Get back on your feet and take your punishment with dignity. Get back on your feet and persevere. This wasn't the end. This wasn't your final hour. You still had so much to experience, so much to improve... Surely you won't let them win, will you?

    Even if her gaze remained cast to the earth, Livewire avoiding his out of shame, Fear was nevertheless pleased. She was not giving up, she was not succumbing to the path of least resistance. She may ache and she may hurt, but she remained. Despite all today, she did.

    Now the path to recovery can begin, but first...

    "Dirty, dirty, dirty! We cannot be having you covered in mud and leavesss, now, can we?" It wasn't much, but the gesture was heartfelt as the helmeted ghoul gave Livewire a light dusting. A little pat here... a gentle pat there... oh, and he just couldn't guide her back home with smudges all over her face, goodness no! The entire process took no longer than a few minutes, two at the most, and soon the femme was looking like her vibrant self. Meanwhile, Fear's hands had become positively filthy. No different from the usual, ha ha! "There," he hissed, standing upright. "Now you look decent and not sssome child of the busssh. We'll let Kev be the sssavage - he'sss rather good at it." There was, as expected, no laugh or smile out of the femme. That was okay, however! That was okay, because she was still here, she had been found and was safe. That was okay, because now they could put their little bumblebee back together. Well... as best they could, at least. Things wouldn't be the same... but so long as she was safe and endured, Livewire was going to be just fine. Yes, just fine...

    Fear didn't bother waiting to hear a peep out of the femme; there wouldn't be any. He simply scooped up the silent lass with those lanky arms of his and held her as one would any sleepy or helpless child. And that was quite a feat, for Livewire was no bag of feathers! "Let'sss go home, love," wasn't that a nice thought? "I reckon you are tired and have sssome sssoul-sssearching to wade through."

    He reckoned they all had some soul-searching after this.

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