Die Trying

The Fighter is someone who protects what they believe in, and those who are important to them. They’re strong, wise, ambitious. They will never give up on their goals, dreams, or those close to them. They push, and pull until they can’t do it anymore, whether it be on attack or defense, The Fighter’s will is unbreakable. They get so caught up in protecting others, they forget how vulnerable they’ve become. 

[harlowxanderson]

Wake Up ~ Harlow&Kace

[kace-west-blog]

harlowxanderson :

Harlow saw the realisation in his features and for a second she wished she hadn’t said anything. She didn’t want him to think he had to worry about her, just because she was having a weak moment. As he stepped away, she leaned back against the tree, glancing off into the distance where the figure who had almost caught them had disappeared to.  “No.. you can’t put your plans on hold for some stupid high school game.” she said firmly with a shake of her head. Sure she was scared, but she could handle herself. That was something she had always been able to do.  “Flynn thought he had a long life ahead of him too.” she added in a low murmur, her eyes lowering to the ground instantly. “You can’t give up on your plans just because you think you have a long life to fall back on because yeah, we might be alive sixty or seventy years from now, but we also might not be. You can’t stay here forever, especially not just for our sake.” 

“Stupid high school game?” Kace said, bitterness in his voice, “This isn’t...” He paused, “It’s... more than a game. And the people I care about are here, so there’s nothing stupid about it.” He sighed for a moment. He knew Harlow, and he knew she didn’t mean anything by it. “Regardless, it’s my decision when it comes down to it. 

At the mention of Flynn, Kace clenched his jaw. He didn’t like to think back on that situation, and he felt concerned about Harlow. He wasn’t sure how badly memories of Flynn still affected her, considering she was good at masking whatever it was she was feeling. Maybe she was really fine, maybe it didn’t bather her. Or perhaps she pretended, that way she never worried anyone. Kace wasn’t sure how to respond to that without sounding like a dick, “So, basically, I’m supposed to do what?” Kace frowned at her, “What happened with Flynn was... terrible, awful, and I’m sorry for that, what you went through with losing him. But... I’m not going to be terrified, and scared to live my life because of it. You shouldn’t either. I’m not Flynn.” He said, hoping it wasn’t too harsh, but at the same time, he wanted to make a point, “And I’ll do anything for Braelynn’s sake. If that means staying here, I’ll do it. She’s strong enough without me, I know she can be, But I can’t help myself from wanting to protect her.”

[harlowxanderson]

Wake Up ~ Harlow&Kace

[kace-west-blog]

harlowxanderson : 

Her eyes watching him intently as he spoke, Harlow hung onto every single word that passed through his lips. She needed to desperately to believe what he was saying was true, to believe that they would be able to get through this, but there was no denying it was going to be hard.  “Please don’t let me go again..” she replied in a whisper, not that she doubted his words at all, she was just confirming that she needed him. There was very little that Harlow could live without, Maisie was obviously one person who she would be absolutely heartbroken if she lost her, but Kace was another.. in that moment, Harlow realised that if anything happened to Kace, she would be lost.. and not in the way she was with Flynn. After Flynn’s death she had managed to put up a mask. Sure it hurt losing him, especially seeing as she blamed herself for his death, but if she had been okay after it.. whereas if it was Kace she had lost, if the roles had been reversed with the two boys, Harlow would have died along with him.  “I believe you.. and I trust that we can stop this, but Kace I’m so damn scared. I’m scared that you’ll get hurt in the process. That Maisie and Braelynn will get hurt. I’ve failed people before, I’ve failed you before… I can’t do that again..” shaking her head, she broke eye contact, glancing down at her hands. “You’re leaving next year..” she added in a low mumble. “I don’t know how I can do this without you.. not just the whole ending E and Fake Escapes thing and protecting our sisters but this.. this life, I don’t- it’s selfish but I, I don’t know how to do it without you.” 

With all the hurt, and distraction lately, Kace had forgotten this was his senior year. And he was in fact going to be gone. In due time, but that time was ticking and pass in an instant. Kace frowned for a moment, his brows furrowing, and his shoulders falling, “I.. honestly forgot that..” He said with sigh in his voice. He shook his head. It wasn’t selfish. Not when you’re terrified, with tons of baggage on your shoulders. He sighs, and takes a step away from her, frowning at the grass. 

“Well, I can’t--” He paused and started over, “I don’t--” He sighed, not knowing how to make this situation any better. He ran a hand through his hair, and glanced off into the distance, “It’s like I’ll disappear into nothingness. But I have... goals. I’ll still be here. Just not here.”

“And don’t worry about it being selfish, Low.” He says as he brings his gaze back to her, “I.. would feel the exact way if the situations were changed. Besides, what I have planned isn’t written in stone, okay? And if you and Braelynn need me here. Then that’s what I have to do.” He says, a small smile on his face, “I have a long life ahead of me, we all do. Even if it doesn’t seem that way.”

[kace-west-blog]

Are we still Us?

[kace-west-blog]

westboundbraelynn : @westboundbraelynn

At Braelynn’s word Kace felt his heart break. Our parents bailed on us, and I still love them. He was sure that he didn’t. He loved his mother once, before she left. He understand why she left, but he didn’t understand why she didn’t take them with. Kace didn’t normally hold grudges, but the few people he didn’t like, it was for reasons he felt were just. He new in the long run it was only going to be damaging, but he couldn’t stop himself he was just so angry. 

“You’re too...nice.” He said softly, with a sad smile. He felt himself laugh, softly, chuckling in the slightest, but just enough to raise his hopes a little, “Sometime I think you’re too nice. But I’m so happy you have people in case...” I’m not... “I’m busy. I try to make time for you, but things are... too much. Especially with what happened. I just want you to get better. Keep that pool big, but always be cautious.”

When she began about kids, Kace pushed her away jokingly, “C’mon now, I’m too young for that talk, and I don’t wanna hear it from you.”

Braelynn’s description of E was terrifying, and he worried for her. But, Braelynn was strong, and Kace needed to believe that she could handle herself when he wasn’t there. As hard as that was going to be, he knew it was what she had to do. With a squeeze of her shoulder, he gave her a nod, “It’s true. Even if everyone is against us, we have each other.”

[harlowxanderson]

Wake Up ~ Harlow&Kace

[kace-west-blog]

harlowxanderson :

Harlow recognised his voice before he’d even managed to get his name out, and she let out a sigh of relief as she relaxed somewhat, but her posture stiffened again almost immediately as he started lecturing her. Her blue eyes widened almost in fear as she looked up at him completely speechless, her eyes also betrayed her and started watering completely against her will, but then again she had been on the verge of tears before even knowing anyone else was out there.  “I-” she stuttered, but the undeniable crack in his voice.. the break in the anger, it made her heart clench uncomfortably.  Then in an instant he was apologising, and Harlow shook her head, the action causing a few tears to fall. She didn’t think he was being rude at all, harsh sure, but it was expected and to be honest she knew she would be the same if the roles were reversed.. but in a way, they were. He was out here too. Which meant he was in danger just as much as she was.  She had opened her mouth to speak up, to tell him that she was sorry and that she was fine and she wasn’t going to get hurt, but before she could, and before he could even finish his sentence, a light caught both of their eyes. Completely caught off guard by everything that was going on, Harlow’s eyes stayed wide as Kace’s reflexes kicked in a lot faster than hers. Her body moved easily with his guidance, and she let out a small squeak as her back hit the tree.. but then she looked up at him and saw how close he was and she fell completely silent. Her heart had started beating rapidly in her chest, something she was sure he could feel with their close proximity, but still she kept her eyes on him, outlining every little feature from the way his jaw was set all the way up to the worried frown that creased his brows.  When he stepped back she finally started breathing properly again. “You didn’t hurt me.. I’m okay.” she murmured. Her voice was unusually quiet for Harlow. She was known to be quite bubbly and loud, in fact the last time she was this quiet was right after she woke up from her accident.. when she had found out about Flynn’s fate. “Kace..” she whispered tearfully in reply to his words, glad he had pulled her back in for the hug because if he hadn’t, she would have probably fallen to the ground with how shaky and weak her knees felt. She held onto him tightly, one hand forming a fist in the fabric of his shirt while she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her tears flowed freely now, and she wondered how the two of them had come to be this broken, but even though she wasn’t okay herself she wanted him to know they could get through this together.. they could break together if they needed.  Pulling back only slightly, Harlow raised a hand to cup one of his cheeks gently, her eyes locking onto his as she sniffled a few times while she attempted to get her voice back.  “H-hey, listen to me.” she stuttered, her words getting a little bit stronger as she concentrated. “I’m here, I’m still here. You haven’t ever lost me… a-and you won’t ever lose me, you understand?” 

Harlow was a strong girl, too strong for her own good. So when Kace saw the tears, heard her quiet broken tone, and felt her body lean on him, depend on him, he felt in his heart the same protectiveness he felt a long time ago. It was different now, because he was different and she was, yet they were both the same kids at the same time. 

He was grateful he didn’t hurt her, but he knew she was hurt in a way that didn’t heal quickly, that didn’t heal in a night, to a day, or even a week. Harlow went through some trauma in life, and that had to be resurfacing because she was sweet, and happy and the girl in front of him, caressing his cheek was shattered. The difference between now and then? Kace was here this time. Really here. Not giving up on her, watching her from a distance, or 'giving her time’. 

He nodded his head at her words, trying to compose himself, his mind, his body, everything. “I’m holding you to those words, Low.” He said, his voice strong, and sturdy, “Because I won’t let you go, not this time. Whatever is going on, with this blog, and this campus. You, and me are in this together. We’re going to protect each other and our sisters.” He said, his voice shaking, he paused for a second and composed himself again.

“We’re going to figure out a way,” He said, wiping her wet cheeks dry, and pushing the hair out of her eyes, “To make this end, to keep low and stop this from hurting us again.” He’d like to say everyone. But Kace knew how these things went down, and rarely did they end with rainbows, “We have each other to trust at least. We’ll keep an eye out for each other, be there. We have the opportunity to change things now.” He said firmly. 

[kace-west-blog]

oliverlalalahey :

“Hey, quick question,” Oliver called out to the person nearest to him. “Were I to show up as Santa Claus, would you sit on my lap and tell me what you wanted for Christmas?” He chuckled deviously. “Getting what you want definitely depends on whether you’ve been naughty or nice, though.”

Kace turned with his brow lifted, he was trying to repress the amused smile, but failing. Smile was something he hadn’t done in a while. He leaned his shoulder against the locker, unsure if Oliver knew he was talking to Kace, or if he’d thought he was someone else. “I, personally, don’t think you should be allowed to sexualize Christmas.” He said, finding it a little difficult to meet Oliver’s gaze. 

He hadn’t talked to him since Halloween, even before that. He wasn’t intentionally ignoring the other, but there was a lot the two needed to talk about, and with what happened on Halloween... the fact that Oliver hurt someone else instead of Braelynn... Kace was grateful. As shitty as it was to feel that way, someone else got hurt, and Kace couldn’t imagine how Oliver was doing since that. Kace redirected his attention back to Oliver, speaking without even thinking, “I get the feeling you’ll give me what I want either way. Call me spoiled.”

[kace-west-blog]

👂

“You want to know what I think about Elian Jensen?” Kace said, as he felt his jaw lock shut. He was quiet for a few moments, his gaze shifting, “It might be a bit hypocritical of me to say this, considering Gunner was a close friend, but I don’t like him.” Kace said plain as day, “He knows it, the teams knows it, I’m surprised you don’t.” He sighed, and folds his arms across his chest, “I dislike, and hate very rarely. Even I saw good in Gunner Castle. So my distaste for him says a lot. The way he and his buddy treats people is sad, pathetic, and wrong. I hope he learns his lesson some day.”

[theghostsofbrucewayneskids]

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[kace-west-blog]

Are we still Us?

[kace-west-blog]

westboundbraelynn :

Braelynn thought she would have been immune to it. She thought that there was enough pain she’d dealt with what’s a little bit of electricity going to do in the long run. But watching everyone in the room…. she knew what she said. But what everyone was in there. Was one of the things she’d always feared. They were rampant monsters. The sounds…every single time she closed her eyes she heard the screaming. “Do you know that Russian kid?” She asks quietly blinking a few times and looking down. She didn’t realize how cold she’d gotten.. “Around four people whipped him. Which was three each time. He was whipped like 12 times…” Trailing off she lets out a laugh. “Not that there was much of a choice. When the other is stab your sibling or carve the word bitch into your boyfriends little sisters back.”

Sighing she shut’s her eyes and shakes her head. “I thought I’d be fine…but I’m not.. Are any of us? …Are you?”  At the last words her voice weakens and grows quiet, almost into a whisper. “Kace… What do you have to apologize for?” She asks looking up at him with knit brows. “You thought I was fine… I mean… I acted fine. Hell I fooled myself into thinking I would be.” Shrugging her shoulders she looks away. “I wasn’t physically hurt, I was cracking jokes and laughing..”

He didn’t know of any Russian kid. But he couldn’t imagine going through any of that. Having to choose to hurt someone. No way. But deciding to hurt yourself was just as bad. This E was ruthless, and Kace was hoping that it was over. they got their sick kick, and would move on. But, hoping that wasn’t doing any good, was it? 

“I’ve always been there for you, Brae. And I let you down... I’m letting you down now.” Tell her. His brain screamed, tell her about dad. Before this happens again and you don’t get to. He opened his mouth, he was going to do it, he was going to tell her he killed their father. Murdered him with both hands, and now he was being punished for it. Someone knew he did it, and they were going to keep hurting him, and Brae, and everyone he cared for until he admitted and had no one left. He deserved to be alone. His mouth shut and he felt his eyes weld with tears, “Brae, I have so much to be sorry for.” He couldn’t break, Brae couldn’t worry about him. He was supposed to save her, protect her. He was supposed to be the hero. Her hero. 

Who was he kidding. He was the selfish villain the monster at the base of her tower tracking her every move. Trapping her. He choked on a sob and pulled her into a tight hug, almost crushing her, “I’m not okay. And I won’t be if something happens to you again, Brae, I swear I won’t be myself.” He sobbed, he was shaking and holding her so tightly, like she was going to disappear, “I’m slipping away...” He was finding it harder and harder to move on. He was trapped in that night, the feeling of being so helpless to the people he cared about. He was useless, and  now that he tasted it first hand he couldn’t forget.

[kace-west-blog]

♡Gunner

Gunner was his best friend

Gunner was a bad person. 

But when he and Kace were together, Kace forgot all the bad stuff. 

Gunner never judged him after all, he trusted Gunner, and he owed Gunner.

Gunner stood up for him on football field, in the halls, and they had each other’s backs. That was until he went missing, Kace wasn’t there for him then. 

And now, perhaps Gunner was mad. And he was finally showing Kace how bad he really was.

Was karma real? Because it sure seemed like it.

[kace-west-blog]

♡Family

Kace loved his family. 

Kace hated his family. 

He would always protect them. 

He wanted to break them. 

He would die for Braelynn. 

He killed for Braelynn.

[kace-west-blog]

♡ Whiskey

He told everyone he hated the taste.

But it was much more then that. 

He hated the color, the smell, the consistency. 

He hated that it had a backstory in his life. He hated that it had power over him. He hated that he could hate something so much. 

Kace hated that his father made him hate. 

He hated that he had a backstory in his life. He hated that he had power over him still. He hated that he hated him so much, even thought he was gone.

[harlowxanderson]

Wake Up ~ Harlow&Kace

[kace-west-blog]

harlowxanderson :

Sitting bolt upright in bed, Harlow panted heavily as tears streamed down her face. It had become a habit that her nightmares would pull her from sleep, waking her up many times in the night. Quite frankly she was getting fed up with seeing Flynn’s face in her dreams. She was sick of feeling so much guilt towards him.. she was tired of replaying him as the victim in any and every death scene her mind could come up with. Taking a few deep breaths that sounded more like quiet sobs, she crept out of bed, slipping on a pair of runners and pulling on her hoodie before she snuck out, making sure she was quiet enough to not wake Maisie.  Harlow knew it was probably a stupid idea, walking around Fairfield when there was a psychotic killer who had kidnapped pretty much everyone in the school and got away with it, but she needed air. She had spent too many nights pacing her room, waking Maisie and having to apologise for keeping her up. She could see her sister was getting more and more tired with each night, so this night she decided to walk else where. She was on her way to god knows where, her arms wrapped tightly around her body as she walked aimlessly out in the open, and for a while she was fine… until she heard a noise near her. She stopped in her tracks, her chest heaving as panic started to flood through her veins. She listened carefully, and then she heard another noise, this time closer. Her head turning sharply to the sight, she somehow managed to calling out, hoping her voice sounded stronger than she felt.  “Who’s there?” 

@kace-west

If he didn’t push himself, he would never heal. He knew that he was told that he needed to go easy, but easy wasn’t something Kace was use to. Kace did complicated, Kace did challenge.

He decided to sneak out, to give Tyree some alone time, and to get his blood flowing. People use to sneak out pretty often, Kace had done it a few times. Without Gunner around, there wasn’t much of a reason anymore. And with a mad person somewhere on campus, people stayed indoors.. So, when he saw a figure in the distance, he was surprised for a moment. He couldn’t tell who they were, for a second, he wondered if it was them. Up to something else. What more could a psycho want? So, he trailed them from a distance, after sometime, when he got close enough. He recognized them. And in that moment, they noticed him. 

“It’s Kace.” He said, his brows furrowing as he moved close, his legs starting to get sore. He tilted his head, “Low, what the hell are you doing out here? Who knows where they are? What they’re planning next? You could get taken again.” His voice was harsh, and it broke a little at the end, he knew it was a bit much, but she could get taken again. She could almost be lost again. For a third time. He stepped closer again, they were maybe a foot apart. 

“I-I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude, Low, but you can’t get hurt again, I can’t--” A light was shown in their direction and Kace grabbed her shoulder and pinned her behind a tree. Perhaps he was too rough, but the last thing the two of them needed was to get caught, and become suspects. The figured approached, and after a few moments walked away. 

Kace then realized how close he was to her. He didn’t register that he was pressing his body flush against hers. His cheeks warmed, and he took a step back, meeting her eyes, “I’m sorry, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He stared at her for a few seconds before his felt his eyes burn. She was okay, in the lightest sense, she was okay. But... she might not have been. Harlow, Oliver, and Brae, were all hurt, and he couldn’t do anything to protect them again. He was letting everyone down again, he was so close to the edge. His hands slid up and around her shoulders, and her pulled back into himself, holding her against him in a hug, “Low, I almost lost you again.” He choked out, ashamed that he was being this selfish. Breaking in front of her, she didn’t need this, but he couldn’t help it.

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[kace-west-blog]

Are we still Us?

When everyone was released, and Kace found Braelynn wasn’t trapped in the haunted house. He was relieved, so relieved he cried. Waves of gratitude washing over him, his chest was lighter than it had been in a while. But, his made assumptions too quickly, and found Braelynn was involved in E wicked games. She was taken, and tortured, and the whole time Kace was ignorant enough to think she was fine. What kind of brother was he supposed to be? He was undeserving of her, and of anyone. On top of that, he could barely look at her. She, unlike Kace, had no physical injuries. There was no gash to remind Kace of his mistake, but still when their eyes met, Kace felt sick to his stomach, there was even a time he did vomit. Not in front of Brae, of course, he didn’t want her to know how weak he was. He was on a stroll, trying to push himself, his legs were sore, and he was doing everything in his power not to turn back, but it was hard. He needed to get past this injury, and soon.

As he entered the Gardens, a figure stood in the gazebo. Jacket-less and staring into space. Kace felt his heart sink. Braelynn. He could leave, not confront her, not see her. But that was his sister. He needed to stop this. Get his act together. He approached her, and removed his own jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders, give her a comforting squeeze. “If you get a cold I’ll get mad.” He offered her a smile as he moved to her side, his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her into him, “How are you? I wanted to..” He paused and glanced at the floor, “...to apologize.”

@westboundbraelynn

[kace-west-blog]

[text] oh thank god. I was so worried 😩 I just.. I can’t believe something like this has happened, but I’m so so glad you both got out okay. Where are you now? I’m fine, a few scratches and bruises but I have to stay in the infirmary tonight. They’ll reassess me again in about six hours though. Harlow

(text) I know... we were all naive to think it ended with Gunner, Poppy and Eve. I’ve been spending more time in my room lately. Do you need company down there? I know I hate being there by myself. Are you allowed to have visitors? 

[kace-west-blog]

[text] Hey, are you okay? Is Braelynn okay? Please tell me neither of you are hurt. D: Harlow x

(text) Low.. Hey. Brae is, well, she’s the best she can be, with everything that happened. We’re both fine, not too badly hurt, we were lucky enough to make it out. But.. how are you? Are you okay?

[kace-west-blog]

nahbreckner :

There were moments where Jonah fell in love with the gym and those who inhabited it. People thought of the gym-goers as meatheads who only grunted and slammed down their barbells - thought of them as stupider and caveman-ish, but honestly? Jonah had met some of the kindest people in the gym - it was a place of growth, of helping others learn safer and better techniques for more gains, a place where if you saw someone exhausted - you offered them a protein bar. No matter the angst inside Jonah’s head, he struggled to deny the bar for a second time - so he took it and nibbled slightly and slowly. It would take awhile for his appetite to come back fully - but he could handle it. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before.

It was a lame joke - but one that got a genuine laugh escaping his mouth. Maybe after everything that had happened - simplicity and silliness was what the school needed. “That’s such a dad joke,” He finally commented. “I saw you at the carnival, didn’t really talk much. I was in a horrible mood - maybe I had premonitions?” He rolled his eyes - it wasn’t really something he wanted to talk about. He just wanted to bury it deep in his chest - where all his other secrets lied. “My name’s Jonah…and thanks. Just wasn’t really thinking, I guess.”

“Is this the part where I make a daddy joke?” Kace lifted a brow, his smile widening, he shifted, pulling a knee to his chest for a few moments,it was sore, and throbbing. He might have to stop soon, not wanting to re-injure it, or prolong the healing. “Whatever cheers you up, I’ve been in the dumps lately too.” At the mention of his mood, and premonitions, Kace lifted a thoughtful brow, and let his leg fall back to the floor. He itched his cheek, and pursed his lips and he thought. So, another victim of E’s torment, and yet, it seemed that the school was bullshitting around doing anything. He loved Fairfield, but he was really disappointed with how everything was being handled, or lack there of. He didn’t want to talk about the event either, so he kept his mouth shut. “It’s cool, Jonah.” he said carefully, with a nod, “Just stay more on top of it, and if you ever need anything, I’m not too hard to track down, y’know? I normally have better treats than proteins bars too.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.