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they know you to be 「ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇss」 to be e m o t i o n l e s s ;; but there is not one moment where you do not think of the fαlleɴ.

[amixoffics]

the blood will always                               stain                                        my hands

and no matter how much i                  clean                         them the      blood              still                    remains                               under                                       my s   k   i   n

[minhoisalive]

       ”Do you guys have to make bonfires every night?”

                    [ he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the panic headache set in. flames danced across the back of his eyelids, and his back prickled along the lightning damage. ]

[captainxgally]

        "Just do what I do, pour water on it."               [ Gally stated with partial annoyance and slight understanding. There was something about having to endure watching bonfires every night that causes any appeal it might've held vanish into thin air, just like the smoke from the fire was doing. ]

[eclatantx]

{ As soon as her body was pulled into his; she felt a sigh of relief shake from her pink lips. She didn’t need to worry in this moment. She was safe in his arms, and she’d always be safe with her equivalent watching after her like an angel. This reminded her of when Rachel came back, though if it were Chuck, she wouldn’t even have the strength to hold him back, and it scared her to death just thinking about it. Just thinking about what he must go through every single time she does this. 

                           She becomes weak.                                           Loses her breath                                               and panics. She just let herself go, let herself cry into him and let everything go. She looped her quivering arms around his midsection, and pressed her little fingertips into the middle of his back with each sob that escaped her lips. With her body recoiling with each hit of pain that seeped deeper and deeper into her mind. All that she could picture was cranks pulling at her hair, and grabbing a hold of her and pulling her away from safety.  She had never told Gally about these fears, because at the time she needed to be strong for him and make sure he was getting better. She had more important things to worry about than cranks. And as repressed memories go, they must be triggered and come back to kill the person again. Oh how the moonlight shined against her pale skin, like a ray of light it was. Bright, but eerie. It was a full moon tonight, and the cranks were lingering along the shadows. Goosebumps plagued her freckled skin. Beth was a strong girl, but when the moon is out, and the girl was locked out of her apartment, for the third time this week; she was a little frightened. The cranks crawled around the girl like serpents. Whispering to each other about the little ginger. She was alone and there wasn’t any way she could scream for help without them attacking her, and tearing her apart.  The memory was almost too much for her, but she held back from screaming out, and instead looked up at him. Searching for his celery green hues; that’d she grown accustomed to. Her arms removed themselves from his back, and traveled up to the sides of his face. She tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, and then let it fall out of place. Her aura changed from sadness to all seriousness, something that scared her deeply. Fear always danced around in the back of her mind, plaguing her every single day like a scar. Her darker hues flickered back and forth, trying to catch his. }                           “They want me to go to Denver.                               To—- to go back—-                                    but I don’t know if I can do it.”

[captainxgally]

{ There was something about the redheaded girl, from the very moment he met her, that had been different from anyone he had ever known. She had a way of getting through the hard exterior he had placed around him and every day she saw a side of him he'd never let anyone else see. He grew attached, he had never knew what it felt like to be attached, that is till Beth had tore down his defenses. There was nothing he wouldn't do to protect her, to make sure that she was okay, because he hated to see her in a state of distress. He'd do all he could to make her sobs lessen and he held he tightly as if to remind her that he was there that he wasn't going to leave her as if it would help even in the slightest.  If he could he'd take all her demons and make them his own, so she didn't have to fight them, but the thing was he knew she could handle it. She was strong in ways that he admired, despite all she had been through she stayed put together hardly breaking down to such an extent like this; it was a rarity, but despite the knowledge that she could handle her own demons he wished she had none. That she could be as happy as possible in such a world; but he couldn't take the pain away. Instead all he could do was be there for her and remind her that he would always be there for her no matter what.  He felt her pull back, slightly, and he looked down at her; his eyes meeting hers. Once the words were out in the open he felt his chest fall, he knew they wanted him to go back Denver but he hadn't heard that she was included. All he felt was understatement; he knew what it was like and though he was okay with going back he knew that it was different for Beth. They were so much a like; but they weren't the same, the were different as much as they were alike. }                                      "They can't make you go back---- They can't.                        You can't be forced into doing it;  you don't have to do it Beth." 

[captainxgally]

                                       We’ve got  scars                                         from         battles                                        Ｎ Ｏ Ｂ Ｏ Ｄ Ｙ                                        w          o          n

[willpoultry]

[eclatantx]

   ”Ga— Gally!            I need you…”     { A shiver of fear ran deep through the ginger’s core.       Flashes of bloodied faces and bodies ran around her mind.       Her breathing started to hitch at the images, she couldn’t take it all.       Panic started to trickle in; as the images swirled faster and faster.       Frail agile fingers ran into her hair, grabbing a hold of copper locks.       Her knees failed under her weight and she collapsed to the ground.       And the worst happened, a scream ripped from her throat, scratching it       raw and red. Every particle of sand under her knees tore at her skin. }                                           “Gally! Gally! I need you! Please! Gally!”

    { She was gasping for air now, and trying not to choke on her screams.       It’d been quite a while since the girl went through something like this.       Rachel had triggered the last one, and then when the cranks took her.       Her body started to shake, and she couldn’t control it, or stop it       Tears flooded her emerald eyes, making them shine like stars in the night sky        Her throat was raw by now, but the sobs kept ripping through her.       And she couldn’t seem to get enough air in her lungs.       She couldn’t even call for him anymore.       She could only hope he heard her screams, and pleads for him.       Crying was the hardest thing for Beth to do.       It never felt natural to the girl, since it was a rare thing for her to do.       She couldn’t go back to Denver. Not with the cranks, and not with memories.       Although they weren’t all bad, they seemed to bring her into a spiral of stress,       that only made her want to jump off the cliffs and into the water. }

[captainxgally]

 { Gally was no foreigner to playing pretend--- He kept a strong facade intact.       It kept him sheltered; from the feeling of being weak. He was not weak.       But, behind that carefully placed mask of bravery he held was fear.       Not fear of the unknown, not of the future, but a fear of the past.       The past had haunted him, to the very core, because he'd close his eyes--       He'd see Chuck. He'd see an innocent boy who'd play tricks on him in the Glade.       He hated the younger boys antics at the time... but now he longed for it.       Long for a time before WICKED had made him kill a young boy.    It all flashed in his mind -- shivers ran down his back -- the thoughts haunting him.    There was only one person that could keep the beasts at bay. Beth.      His feet guided him towards her.      His mind flowing with thoughts of her.      He didn't want to admit but he cared infinitely about her; but everyone knew it.     There was no doubt that there was only one person who mattered to him; the only     person he'd ever open up to and fully allow himself to show her even the deepest     parts of himself that he couldn't show others; like his moments of fear and his kindness that others often were unaware of.             It was then that he heard the screams.            The shrill, almost blood curdling screams--            They chilled him to the very core.             Not because of the screams themselves,            but rather who they belonged to.  He could identify who they belonged to in a matter of seconds. Seconds was all it took for him to break out into a run towards her. Pushing himself to run faster, to get there to her as quickly as he possibly could.                She was calling him--- He could hear his name being screamed.                A desperate call for him and he needed to be there for her.                There was nothing he needed more than to be there with her.                      Silence. Just the sound of his heart racing in his chest.  It felt as if hours had gone by, when in reality it was only minutes, before he was bounding towards her. Pulling her petite frame into his arms -- The only home he ever knew was holding her. The only time he felt as if he was doing something right was when he had his hands on her back letting her cry into him because he knew that he could help her; to ease the pain.  Pulling her close he held her in a warm embrace, one hand placed on the small of her back the other settled in the mass of her hair. He knew he wouldn't leave her side tonight; there was no way that anyone or anything could pull him away. He'd stay with her holding her waiting for her sobs to subside and be there in hopes she'd find momentary peace,  and lull away to a sleep; but even then he'd be there in case she woke up in a cold sweet from night terrors. }                      "I'm here Beth, I'm here.                       Don't worry, I'm here."     { He whispered leaning his head down on her, gently stroking her hair scared to ask what was wrong; he never was sure on whether addressing what was wrong was a good idea or if leaving the topic alone was better but this time he knew he had to ask. He had only ever seen her this shaken up and that was when she saw Rachel. The first time he truly saw the strongest person he knew break down. }                       "What happened?" 

[thewreckords]

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[captainxgally]

   act I; the prey

                 It was animalistic, almost, as grey orbs took in the prey.                                           Meek. Shy. Scared. Timid.                                         Like a lamb to the slaughter.            Manic laughter. A malevolent smirk. A wicked look in my eyes.                   They were making a home, taking vacancy, on my face. 

  act II; the screams

                      The air was tainted with fear, none of which came from me.                                                    I was the one in control.                        There was desperation in the way the screams hit my ears.                                            Each high pitch squeal was a plea.                                    Begging him to stop-- To show him mercy.                                            There was no mercy for the weak. 

   act III; the tears

                                                            "Don't scream,"                    I could feel the manic expression and wicked gleam in my eyes,                                                       "It'll only make it worse."                               It was true though the screams only fueled my need.                                                           I was out for blood. 

   act IV; the blood

                                           It's true you know. The thrill.                                         The thrill of blood on your hands.                                      Some say it's the thrill of the first kill.                                                But I think it's the power.                                    Of having someones life in your hands.                            The power of them begging for their pitiful lives.                   Till it's gone, they're dead, and the blood--- Oh what a sight.                             Seeing it coat your skin and knowing it's not yours.                                 There's blood on my hands but it's not mine.    

   act V; the absolution

                                                             They say you should feel guilt.                                                                          But I feel nothing.                                                                                      Liar.                                                                     Okay-- I feel something.                                                                                     I feel...                                                        Pride. Superior. Adrenaline. Glory.                                                                               But above all ---                                                                      I only feel absolution. 

[eclatantx]

"Like… two sides of a coin…"

{ Her flimsy fingers laced their way behind his neck,         just inches away from lightly settling comfortably on his skin. }      ”Oh, sweetheart.           You don’t even know.         More like I know you’ll do something… “                { She carefully guided him closer.                  The heat growing like wildfire                   between the small space they shared.                   Her whole body was screaming at                   her to just kiss him….                   But she’d rather him kiss her. }

[captainxgally]

            "Oh Beth, don't count on it.   Wouldn't want you to be too disappointed."  { It took every inch of self control he had---    He had to hold himself back,   to not crash his lips onto hers in that very moment.    Desperation--  That was the odd feeling he felt.    Coursing through him; being the most prominent emotion.    All it would take was just the slightest movement,    and their lips would meet but he didn't want to cave into her. } 

[eclatantx]

      "Well,          I’m very fair skinned.            My skin’ll match my hair color               if  I’m not careful         But wouldn’t it look hilarious?”    

[captainxgally]

               "It would,       it would give all those shuckheads           a good laugh or two." 

[eclatantx]

      “Seems like you are.”

      { She raised her left brow,              and then gave him a smirk. }

        "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

[captainxgally]

      "We're are one and the same.    It'd be foolish to be scared of you."  { He was still unsure as to what was going on with her,      but decided he'd play along with whatever this was. }    "I'm going to do nothing---        Are you disappointed?  Excepted me to do something?"        { He leaned closer towards her,  leaving only a tiny space between the two.                As if trying to tempt her. } 

[eclatantx]

          “Like rain?             I’m usually not this happy,                sometimes I’m this happy around you…”

[captainxgally]

          "Not quite, but sure.               Exactly my point.         And all over sunscreen." 

[eclatantx]

"What?          I can’t be excited about something?”

[captainxgally]

   "You can but it's a rare occurrence,           which makes it strange when you are." 

[eclatantx]

    "Right—-"      { She slightly tucked her bottom lip        between her teeth, and then let go. }

       "Maybe…          Awh, why?            Are you scared of me?”

[captainxgally]

                "No-- I'm not scared of you.             Don't be shuckin' ridiculous."          { His eyes lingered along her body,        till he forced his eyes to stay on hers. }   "You're just not seeming like yourself, is all." 

[gladersonya-archive-blog]

I suppo- and what’s your point? “

[captainxgally]

"My point is they probably want you  to slim it with all the shuckin' orders." 

[eclatantx]

   "Don’t get use to it,"

[captainxgally]

"Trust me, I don't want to--      it's creeping me out."

[eclatantx]

 "I knew that.     Just thought you should know, but I guess you already do…”       { She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. }          ”Oh really?”      

[captainxgally]

      "Hard not to know the obvious."    { He quipped, or at least tried to--        but was far to distracted. }    "Is this a ploy of some sort?      You're making me uneasy,   with this shuckin' side of you"