#furyinherited

[sabotajuu-a]

“The darkness will swallow you whole.”

jenna marbles prompt   |   accepting.

          TREMBLING   LEGS   COULD   NO   LONGER   CARRY   HIM   ;   LUNGS   BURNED   WITH   THE   CHILLING   RUSH   OF   OXYGEN   ,   CHEST   HEAVING   !   —–   He’d become acquainted with the ground when legs gave out, dirt cold as yellow blossoms tickled exposed skin. Running, nor walking, was no longer an option.   ‘ YOU FAILED THEM, JAKE. YOU’RE GOING TO LET THEM DOWN AGAIN. ’   Thoughts frenzy like angered bees in his head, self-blame taking over clear conscience. The shattering of glass, the audible CRUNCH as she draws closer. After him, following his blood trail. Through the tall flowers and growing grass, he rolls over onto his back and braces for the worst, hand clamped tightly over bleeding laceration.

         And she blinks into view, sporadic and haunting, tickling the peripherals of darkening vision before vanishing as quick as she had appeared. He is too EXHAUSTED to care now, craving those moments of peace and freedom. Craving Death’s gentle gaze to carry him into quiet darkness, to continue their dance from where he’d left off before dragged away again. DARKNESS… it’d become a second home, his truest friend. Comforting and honest, never hiding and ever present. Dark eyes don’t bother attempting to follow her stalking.   ( Was she playing with him? Hoping he’d get up and run again to continue the chase? )   Fuck that.

         “ Just get it over with, ”   he spat, tone drenched with annoyance and, perhaps, a hint of desperation. SOLITARY SURVIVALIST giving in to the game they played, giving her the victory when he’d so stubbornly carry on previous times. In truth, there was no reason to make the effort. Other survivors would likely leave him behind, just as he’d done to them countless times before. Or they would make the foolish decision to HELP, to seek him out. Nobody liked being the bait, dangling on a fishing line for nosy animals to hunt after.

         But, for the first time, she speaks. Voice echoing through the plains of the living and the dead, wavering eerily in the air and racking his eardrums. She is not screaming, rather, keeping it between them.   ( THEIR LITTLE SECRET ).   Eyes go wide, breath stills completely, clogs in throat and forces his silence. Did she know something he didn’t? Or was this a warning to be hearkened, a moment of PROPHECY to foretell the Entity’s plans?

         Jake always was meant to be the PRODIGAL SON.

         The grass crunches, footfalls retreating, but Jake doesn’t look back. Whether she’d gone or not, he doesn’t care. A second chance to right his wrongs, to make a change.   ( To not be LIKE HER in this forsaken realm ).   Heartstrings pull, ache and bleed, he gathers himself to stand, legs carrying him in a direction, hoping to find the others. Or, maybe, he was a fool for seeing any hint of humanity pushing to the surface.

         ‘   THANK   YOU   .   ’   Another thought, but hope she accepts and understands his gratitude settles anyway. Giving up was too easy. LIVING was harder, and he should never give up that fight.

[glitzborn]

‘ we didn’t choose this life . we’re just living it . ’

   “No one chooses the cards they’re dealt.” Jane murmurs, her brows furrowing as she contemplates the spirit’s heavy declaration. “Neither any of you, nor any of us.”

   The cruelty of causality is a truth that all must learn to face. But even as it molds and shapes, it’s hands are not the only power at play. Something, too, must come from within.

   “So I won’t judge you, just as I see you now. I don’t have any idea what you’ve been through, or how much you’ve suffered. I don’t know what motivates you to soldier on.”

   Her words contained more understanding, than might have been expected for a hounded woman. It was often unlike prey, to pity the hunter. Excessive empathy, however, had always been in her nature.

   “All the same, though, I think you’re wrong if you don’t believe you’ve got any choice in all of this. You choose to put one foot in front of the other, don’t you? Without either satisfaction in the present, or hope for the future, I can’t imagine you’d do that much. And I don’t think you like any of this, so I’m guessing it’s the latter. The same goes for me. I’ve had more than a few people say I’m going to die here. But until I’m in the ground, I think I’ll beg to differ.As long as we keep moving on, the possibility of a brighter future is always there.”