A palpable, sudden tension weighed down onto his shoulders and laced around his throat and artificial lungs like an acanthaceous twine, threatening to steal the air he needed to breathe to keep his human brain alive and functional before even the last few bits and pieces of his once precious human-like life would crumble and fade away like a withered willow tree. From a prima facie, he had already expected her to be quite the fierce and vivacious kind of girl, the very model of a rebel and bigmouth you can find endlessly often around the dirty dark back-streets and sordid warehouses of almost every big rich or small and poor city. They seem tough, hard-edged and gauged to the core howbeit in reality, they’re still kids in their shattered and weakened little hearts, searching for a perspective to cling onto, ideals to live for – a [ home ] just to know how it feels like to be loved again and less lonely. It’s a show they put on, to form a shield around their bewildered minds and fragile souls just to ensure not to be hurt again. How he could tell that for sure? – He’d been the same once, the same broken mirror, lonely and desperate, cutting himself open on the shards called [ war ] and [ society ], molded into something he had never wished to become freely. But it’s too late now to complain, or even to t r y changing something frantically. He’d done too much, had caused too much sorrow and chaos and now the beast was predestined to wear its infesting, hideous label skin-tight. Maybe that’s why he felt like choking; his own shame and anger creepingly throttled his air supply. She, on the other hand, still had a chance. It’s not too late for her to change something for the better, to stand back up and jolt her mind into the right direction. And if she wouldn’t do it, then he’d give her a starting boost, if wanted or not.
❝ You’re stubborn, grimly determined to aim for something that’s so far out of reach, yet do you keep on chasing the light. Why? What do you expect to find on the end of the tunnel when blackness has faded? ❞ His words skirred from over the cold dead mercury of a skull replacing a lip brusque, yet with a certain amount of softness he couldn’t even estimate himself. It could either be the great sympathy he felt for her, or simply just … ruth. And the things he told her began to echo within his mind a few moments later, like a dark riddle he had never gotten the chance to solve on his lonesome. Now there’s only to hope that she’d be strong enough and able to fight her anger and hatred to save her heart from incurably pestilence. The kind of fight and war he had never won, but always lost.
A sigh followed soon after, tired lid falling shut to grant his eye some rest because it’s beyond e x h a u s t i o n this time. He didn’t seriously need much sleep but, after three days of being constantly awake and steady on the legs, the lack really started to show.
❝ What I’m saying is – don’t get your pants into a bunch all too much and try wearing them more relaxed. Life’s tough, I agree but … blaming the world and the people for everything’s not gonna help you, either. Find your peace with the past and soothe your rattled soul. ❞ Cerulean orb peeked through the veil of lashes once he opened it again, a firm fold of arms taking place in front of his rather bulky built chest. Strange hearing such things coming from [ him ] of all people but, remembering the words of a friend, she certainly had proved herself right. She always used to be a ray of light when everything else seemed so lost and pitch-black like the eternity of the night without a single star to guide you. Optimistic, through and through. And Raiden would be wise taking a page or two from her book.
The thing about the country and its supposed freedom? That statement merely made him smile in a mild, jeering way, head fluctuating to both sides. Was that yet another act of hers or did she really mean it?
❝ Free? … this is your perception of freedom? Don’t be ridiculous.We’re all birds of the fucked feather, trapped inside a cage we can never break free of. ❞ And that ‘cage’ was called : [ law ] and [ politicial oppression ]. She should know.
¸¸.•*¨*•*´¨) — { well, he was right. sorta. freedom is an illusion, a wishful thinking only very few will ever get the chance to experience throughout. but then never for long, apparently. good stuff only ever happens in the movies or novels some eternal optimist came up with. nothing’s for free, luck doesn’t come naturally, you have to earn it. gain it. size it up and make it your own. fetch’s been lucky, AND happy, once. though that was a long time ago. when her brother died? well, along with him, a part of her died, too. she’d sworn to avenge him, to make them ALL pay. her knuckle’s been dirtied before but this time, she’d make sure the bloodred soil sticks to forever remind her of the satisfaction she gained with each raptured and torn down drug dealer there is. she’d make them burn, f e e l her rage and hatred until the heavy light would no longer burst through her fingertips. }
❝ Say whatever y’ want. I’m not listenin’ to this bullshit anymore. Want someone y’ can bore to death with this righteous shitcrap? Take a look around, there’s plenty of people ‘round here but leave me. the hell. ALONE. Got it? I got my own plans and you’re definitely no part of it. Better make sure to r e m e m b e r that, Robot boy. That’d be thrilling. ❞
{ her power flared inwardly, sparks and flashes of pink and purple energy flowing through her veins, creating stirs that longed to bust out any minute. she’s pissed rightfully so, especially now that she had the feeling of being looked down at. to most, she was merely a street rat, someone whose ambitions were betrayed and curshed either by a third party or her own actions; a lost child taking the wrong turn-off. they didn’t care, neither about her nor about anyone else living on these streets. why’d HE be different? they’re all the same. liars and betrayers. brent’s been right about what he said to her years back. out here? no one could be trusted, no one but herself. she’s on her own now and she’ll make it out of this mess. someday. ALIVE. with her thirst for revenge finally quenched once this city is completely purged from the real threat, which’s NOT the ‘bioterrorists’. }
❝ Anything else y’ got to say to me? Some of that incredibly rich shit? If not, I suggest you take a hike. ❞
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