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ORPG, gedichten en schrijvers < Virtual Popstar

ORPG ~ Eternal Darkness

LadyStardust
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LadyStardust schreef:
The cars where her main point of focus the past few hours, as she tried to fix a few of them. Her hands and clothes were covered in oil, and there were also a few smears of the black liquid on her face. The entire day she had tried to forget about some thoughts that had formed in her head. It wasn't her main plan for the day to fix some cars, but she didn't want to stay in de room with Demyan. It felt a little awkward after last night, even tjough she wasn't sure what he meant by it. Why he wanted her to stay as badly as he made it look. The alcohol early in the morning made it even stranger, yet she didn't question him.
When she looked up from the car's engine, she noticed it was dark outside, what she strangely didn't notice. Staying outside wouldn't be smart, so she decided to go back inside the hotelroom. Quickly, she wiped the excess oil that stuck to her hands on her pants, before she gathered her supplies that she used to fix the cars snd walked back towards the hotel. Slowly, she made her way up the stairs, towards the third floor. Once she arrived, she opened the door, only to find Demyan seated on the floor, with a map in front of him. 'Hey.' She mumbled, as she walked towards her backpack, in wich her supplies were dumped. A few steps were set towards the boy and the map, but she didn't come too close. She just twisted the ring around her finger a bit, wiping some oil of of it, to clean it a little. It didn't take long before she sat on the opposite side of the map, looking at the route that was marked on it. 'Watcha looking for?' She asked, as she looked up from the map, at the boy.
The ring quickly became her main point of attention again. Her mind was still puzzeled by the question of how Demyan got the ring. She knew it didn't belong to any other American, it had to be her brother's. Once again, she looked up, her eyes meeting his, as she slightly opened her mouth to speak, byt shut it again shortly after. Not sure if it was snart to ask, she kept quite for a few seconds, befire she once again opened her mouth. 'How did you get this ring?' She didn't speak loud or anything like that, as she wasn't sure how he would react to her question. Considering he didn't react too well to her taking his journal, she didn't know if this was as much of a sensitive topic. But than again, maybe he just found it and liked it.

Anoniem
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Paran0id schreef:
The darkness from outside soon met the bit of light in the motel room. The lightbulb, as old and broke as it was, couldn't really make a difference between the two spaces, no matter the time. It made it vague in front of Demyan's eyes. Forced to blink even more just to be able to take a good look at the map, he sat there. Fully annoyed of the situation, but yet calm enough to keep his mouth shut for most of the minutes that ticked by. Sometimes he dared to whisper a few swear words in order to maintain his behavior and mood. Although it wasn't an action he even thought about twice, he did tell himself not to. For the sake of the zombies, he'd better not make too much sounds; he still didn't trust it here.
It took the girl lots of time to get back, it appeared. Once he finally heard the cracks of the door that went open, it had been almost midnight. He could hear her footsteps getting closer and closer, even when he decided it was for the best to ignore her entrance. Nothing more but a quick glance was given to Cassidy, to make sure it wasn't a walker or some kind of intruder, the rest wasn't useful for him. Checking her out over and over again wouldn't make him feel any better. At least, that's what he said to himself whenever his head exploded with mysterious thoughts.
His way of keeping the silence, on the other hand, wasn't ment to stay. Within a short period of time, he could find her around his stuff once again. Asking questions about things he didn't really felt like talking about. "Lookin' for the Dungeon," he told her. "Walkers move, but so do the prizefights." Not sure whether he should keep an eye on her or let his focus go back to the map in front of him, he stared at the ground. The search for the next Dungeon fights immediately didn't matter to him anymore. With more fear for her and her impulsive plans to dig through his past, he found himself looking up to her. Carefully, Demyan watched every move she made. This got him angry in a kind of way he didn't knew how to explain himself 'properly', and ended with him, pointless shrugging. Not wanting to get up and sit next to her, he pulled up his legs, still seated on the wooden floor. "Killed the guy."
Besides, why did she have the need to know about a damn ring? It wasn't like it could be important to get them to survive. The only value it had, was his memory when it came to his past. It were his trophies, not something she could play with or ask about ruthlessly. He sighted.
"Why do you care? It's just a stupid piece of jewelry."

LadyStardust
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LadyStardust schreef:
The way he seemed to stay quitte, kind of confused her, yet it felt normal seeing how he acted this morning. The bottle of vodka was gone, for as far as she could see. His comment on her question was somewhat boring, and she didn't quite know what to say in response. She simply kept her mouth shut, looking at the map that layed in front of her. Now thaþ she knew what he was looking for, the route made more sense.
He didn't quite seem to be tolerating her presence, as he seemed to get annoyed by the questions she asked him. It wasn't until he told her how he got the ring that she herself got annoyed by it.
Emotions filled her with the blink of an eye, and she didn't quitte know how to react to the words he spoke. Slowly, she got up from the ground, her legs were shaking a bit, but she didn't want to show it. Why it got to her this much was strange, even to her. It happened years ago, why did she suddenly care. Still, she couldn't stop the emotions from filling up her brain, to the point where she had thoughts about killing the boy in front of her. He did the same to her brother, he deserved it in a way. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do it. The countless murders she commited and yet, she wasn't able to kill one more person. Instead, she just stood there, staring at him, as she tried to process the thoughts. 'Why I care?' She mumbled, as tears filled her eyes. 'Why I fucking care?' The tone in her voice got much closer to yelling this time, as she showed him some of the anger that she felt inside. 'It's my brother's.' A few steps were set away from him, backwards, closer to the wall and the window. However much she just wanted to walk towards him and punch the living everything out of him, she couldn't. Anger was the main emotion she felt, as he spoke of killing her brother like he was a walker. Nothing more he seemes to think of him. She wanted to blame him for this, but she knew she couldn't, he didn't know Conor after all, she supposed, so why would he care about killing him? However horrible the thought may sound, it was true. It didn't take away the anger she felt however.

Anoniem
Landelijke ster

Paran0id schreef:
He could tell she didn't understand him. Whether it was because of how he was and how he behaved, or the fact that he wasn't like the others when it came to women, he didn't see. Just her eyes did show him what she thought about. Those beautiful, blue eyes that could suck everyone and everything in it with just one look at it. Even Demyan found himself lost in those from time to time. Now, they were just filled with confusion and, when he told her how he got the jewelry, it was like a sea of anger and grief, as he found tears welling up in the corners. Why, he asked himself, would she react like this? Why did she do this to him? As much as he wanted to create some distance and figure everything out, she dared to make him care for things he shouldn't. It got him pissed off in a matter of seconds, even when he tried to get himself together. Out of protection for himself and only the inner him, he pushed himself backwards. Seated against the very corner of the room with nothing but the hard bricks of the wall on the back of his body. He could hear his bones break just a little bit, dying slowly with the power he used to maintain that position. His eyes were fixated on the empty floor underneath him.
"How the hell am I supposed to fucking know?!" he snapped coldly. "Some people need to die, Cassidy. It's for the best. So for God's sake, don't make this even harder than it already is." The tone in his voice got even harder and merciless with every word he spoke in front of her, but it wasn't the rage that was the most noticeable about his attitude. It was his way of speaking with such furiousity and yet the loss of feelings all at the same time. His teeth were set on each other in order to keep him in this very state. Denying the fact her eyes drawed his attention to her, he ignored her presence completely.
"Keep the damn thing. It's all your gonna get, 'cuz he's gone now."

LadyStardust
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LadyStardust schreef:
Everything about him pissed her off at this point, as she couldn't help but keep her eyes on him, ready to punch him back down if he dared to get up from the wooden floor. Anger was written all over her, and it was obvious that his words weren't giving her any kind of satisfaction or comfort. All she wanted to do was hurt him, make him feel what he had done to her by killing her brother. It was only a matter of time. 'Because I'm pretty sure you're not a fucking idiot, and how many goddamn Americans have that surname?' She yelled back, anger clearly noticable in her voice and in the way she stood there. Her hands were formed into fists as she looked him dead in the eye. 'Why the fucking hell would he have to die? He'd done nothing wrong, you fucking cunt!' Any nearby walkers would've heard her voice by now, considering her yelling, yet she didn't seem to care. Even her footsteps reflected her anger as she walked towards him, not caring about the consequences the slightest bit, as she got closer to him. The way he pushed himself into the corner of the room made him look vulnerable in her eyes, easier to break. Within a matter of seconds she had managed to get furious to the point that her impulsive ideas seemed reasonable. Her fist eventually made contact with his face,hitting him with her left fist, right against his cheek. It took her seconds before she realized what she'd done. Her eyes grew wide, as her anger left her body. Fear replaced it, as she quickly took a few steps back, while her hand covered her mouth in shock. Her hand however was removed from her mouth soon after it got placed there. Seeing the fact that she was Irish, she wasn't going to stop with her rude and stupid comments on what he said. 'I wasn't going to give it back and fuck you.'

Anoniem
Landelijke ster

Paran0id schreef:
It was the pain that woke him up. That got him out of his thoughts and his control he managed to handle, just to make things worse. To turn off the switch in his head to leave a darkness behind. No longer he had the reminding that he had to prevent an outburst from happening, to let his frustrations rot in his body instead of letting them out. No, it was too late to take things back now. The speed of his movements were too fast to give him the time to think things through. Not taking Cassidy's punch in the face nicely, he pushed his shape up from the floors.
"You!" he yelled at her. "Don't you dare to ever punch me again, you hear me?!" It seemed like not anything else got his attention away from the fury inside of him, leaving an immense tendency to beat her up right here, right now. He didn't care anymore if she was a girl or his so-called 'friend'. He didn't see the fear in her eyes like she showed him after her fist hit his cheek in an impulsive rage. All his head could tell him, was to let her know she did wrong. And without any remorse, he did.
His hand reached for her t-shirt, grabbing it so hard she was pushed against him almost immediately. Adrenaline flowed through his body as it never left him in the first place, making him grow more powerful with every second. As if she had no weight, he lifted Cassidy from the ground. Pulling her feet off the floor with all of his strength used, to hold her into his grip for as long as he wanted. Despite his feelings about how he lost his progress when it came to his anger issues, nothing could hold Demyan back anymore.
"Look at you, huh?" he spoke, his pupils transformed into little flames, only directed to the girl on front of him. "You're just like everyone else. Weak. Worthless, yet acting like an angel straight from Heaven!" Her face was almost against his. His heavy breathing could be felt on her cold toned skin, a warmth that neither was friendly or something nice, but a way of letting her know how much she disgusted him.
"How glo-ri-ous. Well, guess what?" left his mouth hoarsely. "You're not a fuckin' dime better than those walkers."

LadyStardust
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LadyStardust schreef:
She no longer wanted to show him fear, and that's exactly what she tried to do, by not keeping her mouth shut, despite his anger that became very clear to him in a very short amount of time. 'Or fucking what? You're gonna kill me?' Furious words were spit out, directly at him, no longer caring anout his feelings, thoughts or anger. She felt the need to try him even worse, to see how far he would go. Her mind was set on getting his worst out, with no further thought put into her own safety. Hoe badly did he want her to leave? Last night he seemed desperate to let her stay, so what did he want to do to her now?
It took him seconds to grab a hold onto her shirt, and woth that move, overwhelming her a little, even though she can't say she didn't expect it. Her fear was nowhere to be found, as she decided it wasn't time to show him that she was afraid. And like her emotions actually listened to her for once, her eyes changed from being afraid to burning anger with the blink of an eye. Her hand grabbed his wrist, the moment he lifted her from the ground. 'Let go 'a me, you asshole!' Her yelling directly pointed at his face, no matter how close she was to him already, wich made yelling kind of unnecessary. Besides, the angrier she became, the more heavy her accent got, wich made her words unclear to anyone who wasn't raised in Ireland. Hid words were just facts to her, and she knew she shouldn't have punched him, but she couldn't help it, she was angry, really amgry, and the way he managed to lift her up from the ground only made it worse.
'So that's how you think of me? Than why be all desperate to let me stay when I want to leave?' Her yellimg became more clear, by every word she used to try and hurt him mentally, since physical pain might not be her best shot at this point. She was willing to manipulate him, break him word by word, even though she started out soft. It was her way of defending herself, because her muscles wouldn't get her far right now. No matter hoe much she cared about him, or felt like she did, she wasn't going to let him hurt her.

Anoniem
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Paran0id schreef:
Destruction was something unexplainable. Something that could either make sure miracles could happen, or could make you feel like you just walked into hell. An effective shield, as his uncle used to say, to prepare themselves for whatever was coming. To break everything that mattered to you the most, to be certain no one would ever lay their hands on it. An act of fear was written all over it; a sign of how much someone did to you, how much you cared within the area of someone else. Too much to let everything in, all in the open, waiting for that one person to see how you really are. The destroying part of it all, was that it already happened to Demyan. The feelings to share with a particular person, the thoughts to explain and the truth to speak, were burned into ashes. Nothing was left from the scratches that once hold him together tightly. No 'cure' to numb his pain anymore. 'Cause everyday he woke up, he felt the same.
"Oh, don't go all into your victim-role, you childish bitch! Everyone knows you deserve to die, just like your brother." The look on her face said enough. She hated him, the beautiful blue color turned into a view filled with horror. The girl wanted to see blood, even with him holding her in the perfect position to end her life, right here, right now. Maybe that was what bothered him the most. The fact that, while they both mainly took their anger out on each other, they thought of the exact same things in the end. The gate out of this life they had to live, wasn't it? It made him want to yell even harder. Punch even more into whatever he could find, wreck every little thing in his area, but nothing could be accomplished. No more movements were made in front of Cassidy. The only thing Demyan could do, was push her roughly against the wall, leaning over to her to don't give out any chances. Refusing to look away from her eyes, he stared murderously at her. A growl rolled over his lips almost immediately. Getting louder and louder until it turned out to be a frustrated scream. His voice shattered within the process. It wasn't until then, his fist got near her body. As hard as stone, it aimed for her head, although something stopped him from doing so. The glass from the window behind her became the loud sounds that followed. Broken into a million pieces, it fell on the ground, his skin affected from the shiny parts to colour his knuckles completely red. A silence followed.
Her body got released of his not long afterwards. His steps were set away from her, metre by metre until he thought it was enough to let go. With the anger still written on his face, Demyan turned around. Leaving his back against her sight, shielding his face away from her and her shape to not have to look at her ever again.

"You go and rot in Hell. It's where you belong."

LadyStardust
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LadyStardust schreef:
The way he behaved made her want to scream, and puch him even harder than she had done just minutes ago. Something held her back, and she couldn't explain what it was. Their anger reflected each others like a mirror, and for some reason, it felt like someone understood it, like he struggled with the same amger as she did. But it wasn't going to be admitted. The only thing she showed him was her anger, the furious look she had in her eyes, that stared straight back at him. The moment he brought up her brother, was the moment all kinds of remorse were lost. No longer did she feel like she had to be careful. 'I know, but no one has killed me yet, because you're all either too stupid or too weak!' She yelled back, refereing to the gang members, who had declared her an outlaw. Her eyes were flaming with anger, as she had just yelled the words straight to his face.
His scream was somewhat of a wake-up call to her, as it made her realize that it wasn't one of the gang members that stood in front of her, or someone with the same mind set, but the boy she had read about. The boy from the journals who was capable of killing his own family. All color seemed to fade from her face as she slowly came to the realization that this may as well be her end. His fist, that he aimed at her face, was even more frightening than his scream, and the moment he moved his fist, she closed her eyes, expecting a pain that would knock her out. This wasn't happening, and she heard glass shattering shortly after. She opened her eyes, only to realize that it wasn't her face that he'd hit, but the window behind her. She could see the red blood drip from his knuckles, and her first instinct was to help him, despite the situation, but she held herself back.
He finally let go of her, and she watched him walk away from her. His raspy voice repeating the words she had heard many times before. No words were coming from her, as she just stood there. It took her a few seconds to realize what had just happened. As she sat down on the floor, she could do nothing but stare. The cold wind was the first thing she noticed, coming from the window above her, making contact with her skin. She pulled up her legs and wrapped her arms around them, as a way to keep warm.

Anoniem
Landelijke ster

Paran0id schreef:
It became diamonds of red, covering his hand and knuckles like it belonged there. The streams of blood taken on the shiny material, making it look like rubies on his body, melting into small flows of beautiful, yet terrifying, liquid. His view was rather known than something shocking with his loss of blood and pain, although he admitted it kept on feeling like he deserved it. All the pain he felt, reminded him of how much of a failure he was anyway. It got his thoughts off his anger and rages, which was the strangest thing of all; once his eyes were linked to the bloodbath he created, he could feel his adrenaline level lower.
The cold couldn't bother him at all, not noticing his shaking was somewhere a sign of the temperature of the night. He just had the urge to smoke all of his cigarettes. To leave his anger behind and let the stress get killed inside of his body. As usual, he did not know how to stop himself from doing so. Not new thoughts were flying through his mind when he lit up a cigarette to let it rest between his lips.
A silence hold on from the tension in the room. Normally, it wouldn't have mattered to Demyan if there were no voices to distract him. However, it now caused him more things to worry about. It made him think too much, see too much, of his past. Instead of leaving it quiet, he had to break it by speaking, without any other choice left. "..I don't know if it really was your brother. Never knew the boy, never seen him before, never met him." Completely avoiding her at all cause, he sat next to the bed. His back directly against the wall, yet his right side of his face in the direction of the girl. If she was even watching him, he made it very hard for her to look him in the eye, the same thing he created for himself; if he even wanted to look at her, he had to turn around, something he refused almost immediately. "Only got a location and some details on his looks. Might have gotten a picture, but if so, I already got rid of it a long time ago." The reasons of his speaking after she pissed him off so much, he wanted to kill her right there if he could, were nowhere to be found. Maybe he thought she needed to know if it really was her brother he had killed. Otherwise, it could've been his way of getting rid of the memories she brought back into his head. Or if so, he could feel like she had to hear him out before the fight got any worse and lead to the death of either or both of them.
"All that matters is, he had to die because of a reason. Why, I didn't really cared enough for to ask at the time," he gasped senseless, along with a bit of smoke.

LadyStardust
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She refused to look at him, disgusted by the confessions he made. Her anger got replaced by cold, that creeped onto her body trough the broken window above her. Any solution to stop herself from freezing to death weren't made. No cigarettes were taken from her backpack, no sweater was put on, she didn't even make any effort to move. The only thing Cassidy dis was sit on the wooden floor, while her body was shaking as an attempt to keep herself a little warmer than the air that came from outside.
No interest was shown when he started talking, as she just looked to the left, away from Demyan. It wasn't any anger she showed him, she simply didn't want to look at him. He killed her last family member. It felt like Demyan had betrayed her in some kind of a way. Conor's death was the reason behind her joining multiple gangs, living life like a fugitive. Though she couldn't blame his death for everything.
What he said made her want to scream at him, yell that he had killed an innocent man, she couldn't. Maybe he was right, maybe she didn't know her brother all that well. Slowly, she turned her head, forcing herself to look at him, just to show she slightest bit of respect. His hand immediatly caught her attention, as it was coloured red with blood. She was about to say something, but she just got up instead, grabbing her backpack and taking the bottle of whiskey out of it. The cork was the first thing to end up on the floor, followed by Cassidy herself, as she went to sit down in front of the boy. Without hesitation, she took his hand. 'It'll get infected of you don't clean it.' She told him, without looking him in the eye. A bit of the alcoholic beverage was poured over his knuckles, knowing that alcohol worked as a disinfectant. It also cleaned off some of the blood that kept coming from his wound.

Anoniem
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Paran0id schreef:
The darkness is overwhelming. Something strong that can pull in anything, anyone, that it wants. It has the power to force whatsoever it looks so innocent. It's the thing he carries within him, as his father used to say to him. That one piece of him everyone fears the most. The overwhelming depth in his eyes, used to suck in whoever dared to look into them, without hesitation. He was cursed. The son of the devil, like he was taught from the very beginning, just as he realized the devil wasn't some figure with red horns and a tail. It was the picture someone could see in a human itself, that was called the most hateful creature on the world. He didn't deserve the respect Cassidy could've given him in that very moment. He knew it by the way she looked, her position that pointed straight to the ground, rather than letting him into her sight again. She avoided his eyes, even when she knew he was the black sheep all along, because she was scared. Scared for him and his outbursts, his acting and complicated personality, the dark inside of him. His demons were the true threat she couldn't face. Where his ghosts hid in his body, were the places no one needed to see; neither Cassidy. His uncle was right all along.. wasn't he?
Her movements didn't caught his attention anymore. Thinking she'd just walk away, he stared ahead of him. It wasn't until he heard her footsteps stop and saw her sit down, in the corner of his eyes, that he realized she was planning on the opposite. Both shock as displayed on his face almost immediately. Not knowing what to think of her impulsive action, he looked up, to glance over at her. It didn't appear to him yet, she already got her hand on his and pulled it towards her. The pain woke him up from his so-called 'sleep', leaving the alcohol trail to drip down his skin, while he growled to keep himself still.
"It'll heal with some time," he told her through the pain, while gazing at her with stubbornness written on his face. "It ain't a big deal. Just leave it." Too fixated on getting it his own way to even listen to Cassidy's words, he slightly took back his own hand. Although she tried to clean it up and get rid of the blood, it didn't work quite yet. Tiny pieces of glass still cut through his knuckles. It made it hard for him to move it like he used to; which meant he got pretty irritated by himself, and the sights he managed to get out of his mouth, to endure the pain that remained in his hand. Too convinced he could handle it, he started lugging out the sharp parts of the window. His voice mumbled restless on the background out of habit.

"I'll be fine."

What do you take me for?
I will never be an open door
I'm the threat in your dreams
The trick up your sleeves
I'm the clod in your veins

LadyStardust
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LadyStardust schreef:
About an hour had passed and Cassidy had moved to the other side of the room. Her eyes were closed, and her body was shivering. Besides her sleeping, the cold kept crawling onto her body, and getting warmer seemed impossible. The cold was hardly noticable in her sleeping mind, but her body was all too aware of it. It didn't wake her up, it just made her dreams turn into nightmares.

She was running down the street, late at night, trying to get away from the police. Crash, a friend of hers, ran right behind her. 'Come on, Crash, run faster!' She exclaimed, while laughing. 'Just go, Mac.' He replied. The cops were yelling behind them, telling them to stop running. 'Let's split.' She looked over at him, and saw him agree. The punk pointed to his right side, indicating that that was the way he was going. She nodded her head, as they spit up. Cassidy ran to the left, before she looked back, to see the cops still chasing her. She ran as fast as she could, jumping over things, and going into as many alleys as she could.
It was at least half an hour before she tripped over a tile on the pavement. 'Goddamned.' Both her knees were bleeding, and her hands also got a few scrathes on them. She didn't focus on it for too long, as she felt both her arms getting grabbed. 'You have the right to remain silent.' The words were nothing new to her, as she had heard them plenty of times before. Within seconds, she got pulled back onto her feet and dragged to the police car by two cops, who had already cuffed her wrists.
Hours she pent at the police office, as she was too young to go to actual prison. It strangely felt like seconds. A harsh, moody, familiar voice got her to look up. It was her father, who didn't seem particulairily happy. She cell was opened, and she walked out, forced to stand in front of her father. 'Cassidy Saoirse McMurphy, you are hereby released... Again. Just try to stay away from here this time.' She rolled her eyes, and wanted to respond, but ahe felt her arm being grabbed by her father, who dragged her out of the building.
The second they got home, she was thrown inside, where she almost fell again, because of the force her dad used to push her forward. 'Every fucking time!' He yelled. 'Oh please, spare me the speech.' She mumbled. 'What were you in for this time, huh?' 'Dealing.' He seemed to only get more angry, and her answer didn't make it much better. He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, his face only centimetres from hers, as he bend down quitte a lot. She still stood in his shadow. 'I hope you end up fucking overdosing on that shit you sell!' His bitter tone forced itself a way into her ears. 'I hope you just fucking drink yourself to death!' She yelled back at him, wich wasn't her smartest move. He dragged her back to the front door, wich he opened. 'Just get the fuck out of my house than!' 'That was already my goddamn plan!' 'Well good for you!' And with that, she got thrown into the streets, as she heard the door slam shut behind her. She felt the rain pour down from the sky, as she got up, covered in blood and scrathes from falling down again. A familiar voice doomed uo from behind her, one that didn't belong in Dublin. The rain had all of the sudden stopped, as she turned around to see the blonde boy. His grin was obvious, and his blue eyes seemed to light up, while he stuck his hand out to her, wich she grabbed without hesitation. The moment their hands made contact, she wasn't in the city she knew anymore. 'I'm glad you're here.' He said, while they stood on the middle of the street. They were surrounded by the creatures that she had come to know so well. All of the sudden, the grin formed into a frown, quickly followed by an expression she could only describe as pure anger. His hand was raised, ready to punch her, and for some reason she felt like she had to apologize, wich she did. 'I'm sorry.' It didn't seem to help, and a pain followed.

She opened her eyes, wich she held open wide, looking around as if she expected the boy to stand in the room. Her body was still shaking because of the cold. She looked around, just making sure neither of the men she saw in her dream were actually close to her. The only one she would be able to tolerate was Crash, but she knew he was dead as well. The only exception was that Cassidy didn't kill him too, just like the other two. Luckily, the only boy she could see was Demyan. The cold took her thoughts over, as she wasn't feeling too well, and she mainly blamed the freezing night air. She was tempted to walk over to Demyan, but her stubbornness made sure she refused.

Anoniem
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Paran0id schreef:
► Sommigen noemden het littekens. De tekenen, gegraveerd in het lichaam van een persoon als hem, die terugleidden naar de herinneringen van slechts een enkeling. Sporen die zo diep in de huid zaten dat het onmogelijk tot genezing kon komen, laat staan zodanig kon worden verborgen dat het niet meer zichtbaar zou zijn voor de buitenwereld. De fysiek geleden pijn, weergegeven voor de ogen van iedereen die hun blik erop richtte, uitgezonderd van de kinderen die er weinig tot geen betekenis aan hechtten. Mentale pijn was iets dat juist achterwege werd gelaten. Hetgeen waar ook deze sporen achter werden gelaten, maar niet om te tonen aan omstanders of aan het licht te brengen zodat iedereen ermee geconfronteerd werden. Vaak waren deze onzichtbaar voor de rest van de bevolking. Littekens werden ook hier ongeboeid gelaten. Het kwam met vlagen naar buiten; enige keren hoorde hij haar zuchten en draaide ze lichtjes op haar plaats. Andere minuten galmde er niets meer dan geschreeuw door de hotelkamer waar ze zich bevonden, en werd hij gedwongen om haar gelaat vol pijn aan te zien. Het stadium van dromen was Cassidy allang voorbij geweest. Het waren de nachtmerries, zo echt als de realiteit, die haar achterna zaten en het beeld zouden vormen achter haar oogleden.

Lijzig zag hij aan hoe ze weer in beweging kwam. Hoe ze grofweg een uur lang in een andere wereld had besteedt, was ze nu teruggekeerd met niet meer dan de slopende aanwijzingen over haar belevenissen. Hij zag het zweet op haar voorhoofd staan. Alhoewel ze het steenkoud leek te hebben door de trillingen van haar lijf, straalde de glinsterende laag van de druppels een onoverkomelijke hitte uit. De wittige kleur van haar huid had zich intussen al aangetast. Van de eerdere kleur van haar lichaam was weinig meer over dan het bleke en de plekken waar botten lichtelijk uit wisten te steken, vielen meer dan ooit op. Medelijden boven water laten komen was verspilling van energie en hoop. Zijn zelfde, kenmerkende strakke ogen fixeerden zich op haar gedaante, met geen hint van verdriet om haar onbewuste acties. Wél zag hij in dat het een onbegonnen zaak was om zich zo koppig op te stellen. Hij kon aan haar zien dat ze verlangde naar wat warmte: een temperatuur die zij beiden niet bezaten, maar bij elkaar gezeten nog behoorlijk wat verschil konden maken. Hij zuchtte. "There's no one here, just me. Nothing's going on," murmelde hij, vooraleer hij wat moe opstond om een aantal stappen vooruit te zetten. "You ain't okay, are you?..." Een stilte volgde zijn stem op. Als een radeloos kind stond hij er voor een aantal seconden, te verstijfd om nog iets te ondernemen, haar bekeken alsof hij haar nooit eerder had gezien. Vervolgens was het zijn impulsiviteit zelf die maakte dat Demyan naar haar toeliep. Haar bevende gestalte werd opgetild door het zijne, waarna hij beetje bij beetje weer op de grond ging zitten. De twee armen onder haar knieholtes begaven zich niet veel later langs haar heen.
"Sorry.. You know, for ehh.. today." Twijfel viel af te leiden van zijn uitspraak. Normaliter vertikte hij het om zijn excuses aan te bieden, maar nu waren de andere opties op aan het raken. Mochten ze niet doodvriezen door het kapotte raam, dan was het wel de weigering om elkaar te zien als gelijke en hierbij te helpen, dat hen tot de dood zou leiden. Al ontbrak er een glimlach om haar te laten zien, was het wel verduidelijkt dat hij goede bedoelingen had. Zacht nam hij haar in zijn greep terug. Haar hoofd steunde sindsdien tegen zijn schouder, een kou overgebracht die hij wist te compenseren door de afstand tussen beide te verkleinen. Zijn wang liet Demyan rusten tegen haar voorhoofd.

"Damn.. you're freezing."

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LadyStardust schreef:
She looked around the room a bit hazy, still confused about wheter or not she was awake. All she expected to see was Tommy and her father, but instead of that, Demyan sat in the room. For a few seconds she kept looking at him, as it made her realize that she was awake. Memories from earlier that day came back to her mind, while she looked away from him. She didn't respond to any of his words, because she simply didn't know how.
Her dream made her feel mortal, in a way. The people she saw were all dead, and for some reason she wasn't able to think about that when it all happened before her eyes. Crash, one of her closest friends, he was gone before the apocalypse even started. He overdosed on heroin when he was just sixteen. However much she wanted to blame his childhood and his mother, she couldn't. She always blamed herself for his death. She was also the cause behind the deaths of the other two people in her dream, wich caused her to link it qll to her subconsiousness. These were the people she killed, she cared about that she had murdered. Wheter is was unintentional or completely intentional, she had killed them. That made her think about her own death, that she had looked in the eyes many times before. Just today she got close to it again. She didn't fear it anymore. Her inevidable death was coming sooner or later. What was beyond was something she would find out later, she just hated the thought that she might not respond.
To his question about her well-being, she simply shook her head. The drops of sweat still evident on her forehead, as she had no intention in wiping them away. The moment she got lifted from the ground, she looked at him, a little surprised, altough she made no effort to stop his actions. She ubderstood his plan, and she knew it was better. The leather jacket didn't keep her warm at this point anymore. The moment they were on the ground again, and she sat on his lap, she let her head rest against his shoulder. His apology came out of nowhere, as she looked up slightly, confusion evident in her face. As much as it came out of the blue, as much did it seem unnecassary to her, as she was the one that started it all and the statements he made were just true. 'Don't be, it's my fault.' Her voice was shaking. 'I'm no better than the walkers and I do belong in hell.'

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