#geneticfailed

[geneticyborg]

            “ .  .  .  i  know  you. ”  they’re the first words that he has spoken in three days. the only words he can remember having ever spoken at all and his voice sounds unfamiliar -- a rough drawl, broken and husky from disuse but his own all the same -- and he speaks to her. her pale eyes, her familiar face -- she’s the only familiar thing he’s seen since the steelheads had ordered him from the truck and he finds himself desperate to understand why. for a moment all he does is stare at her, expression blank while he tries to piece together when and where he had seen her before.

          “ i  know  you. ”  he repeats as if that would help him to recall it better.  //  @geneticfailed  ♡’d  for  starter

[tostxyalive]

(( Starter Call | ACCEPTING )) — @geneticfailed

Clarke was so frustrated with Bellamy, Murphy, and most of the other delinquents who started acting rebellious since the dropship fell. She needed a break and a brisk walk through the nature that she had dreamt of while on the Ark was the perfect thing to clear her head. The blonde didn’t notice how long she had been walking until she looked up and didn’t recognize the terrain around her. Searching the woods around her Clarke swore she saw a figure and without thinking started towards it. Her steps were swift, but quiet as she approached what she realized was an unrecognizable girl. Should she run or try to make peace?

“Please don’t be scared. My name is Clarke...”

[hngdmrgoa]

               “ hey !  hey,  copper ! ”    the entire district was in an uproar -- with sector police charging the stalls on a wild witch hunt leaving stall owners sprawled out on the street, cartons and food and boxes scattered in the chaos and moochers snatching whatever wasn’t bolted down it seemed only a matter of time before another riot broke out which would leave the district on lockdown. margo had made a beeline for the sector police checkpoint to avoid the chaos when she saw her -- “ i  had  eyes  on  your  girl !  yeah !  brown  hair,  modified  right ?  she’s  in  patty  alley,  man ! ”

margo liked to think of herself as sensible but if she was honest with herself, she had a tendency of reacting on impulse and against common sense, seeing the girl with the spikes lining the back of her neck, margo’s first thought hadn’t been to turn her in but to point the police goons in the opposite direction. lacing her voice with just the right kind of desperation, mock fear and pro-boys in blue and the two beat cops guarding the fence were running exactly where she had pointed them. margo pursed her lips, act dropping the moment they were out of sight and then she gestured quickly to the girl in question.

         “  this  way !  c’mon  there’s  a  tunnel  under  the  fish  market ! ”  //  @geneticfailed  also  gets  a  starter

[solarsought-blog]

aid @ katherine

Katherine looks over at the girl and smiles, “Those ones right there yeah we need those gone or they’ll ruin the whole garden.” She is happy the girl can have some quiet activities something simple like this can do wonders. “Does anything look good? We could make something you’d like for dinner.”

aid help them with a task. // @geneticfailed 

[geneticpawn]

                  “  jesus  christ  .  .  !  ”    it was all that he managed before he had closed the distance between them -- he drops his pack at the door, discarding it as if it didn’t contain everything that he had ever owned and touched her face. both hands raised and yet despite how quickly and how intensely he had approached, his grip was feather light, guiding her face to the side so that he could inspect the bruises that had formed. brow split open, half her face covered in blue and purple and already swelling up like a balloon.  “ what  happened ? ”  nate demanded, gaze flicking over the rest of her body.

he lowered his hands to her shoulders as he inspected her for any sign of bodily injury, anything worse than bruises and lacerated skin, hands running down the length of her arms, taking her wrists in his hands to check her for broken bones, gunshot wounds or stabbings and only once he was sure that she wasn’t bleeding out anywhere, did he finally lift his gaze to meet hers.

         “  .  .  .  who  the  fuck  did  this  to  you ? ”  //  @geneticfailed  ♡’d  for  starter

[geneticpawn]

➳ for parker tho

KISS ROULETTE↳↳ accepting ( @geneticfailed )

14.  a  kiss  while  crying

                 days had past into weeks and weeks into months. all of it blurred into a single endless expanse, broken only by her. X5-326 was the only constant amongst the haze of his broken mind. one moment he was there -- present, his mission and his assignment as clear to him as daylight seeping through the cracks in the ceiling of the warehouse she had imprisoned him within -- and the next he was was somewhere else. the feeling of fleeting touches across his skin, words against his ear and in his head, fractured memories that were becoming clearer and clearer with every passing day. sometimes he was back in the chair -- the feeling of having his brain dissected, split open, splayed out and removed and put back in over and over unmade and made again and again left him screaming and she was there too -- her hands on his face and guiding him back only to find himself cast back into that cold, unfeeling nothing that had his hands around her throat.

it was all so messy. so broken apart he couldn’t tell what was real anymore. what had happened and what was GOING to happen, all of it had combined until it felt like all things were happening all at the same time and he could feel it -- that broken and ugly thing inside of him clawing back to the surface until he was finally alive again.

           “  parker  --  ”  her  name choked in his throat, unworthy of addressing her how he used to before all the poison that had left his lips, before all the violence his hands had committed. he found himself suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, his eyes burning as tears made tracks down his checks through the grime and the dry blood and the pain -- god, his heart. it ached and it ached until it felt as if he couldn’t breathe.      “  parker,  i’m  sorry.  i’m  so  sorry,  please  ----  it  wasn’t  me,  it  wasn’t  me.  i  couldn’t  stop,  i  couldn’t  stop  myself.  i  tried,  please  i  tried  to  fight  them.  i  can  feel  it,  they  got  in  my  head.  ”

he could still feel that cold clarity threatening to take hold. so much was so much simpler and there had been no pain. no guilt or remorse, just the assignment but now -- oh it hurt. it hurt so much he wanted to crumble into ash. she was there, as sudden as before, as if she had always been there and he just hadn’t been able to see her. her hands on his face, guiding him to look at her even as he choked on muffled sounds of guilt and sorrow. he couldn’t see her clearly through his tears but she pressed her lips against his own and he responded before he could break again. it was messy and wet, teeth knocking too hard against each other in the clumsiness of it all and nate gasped and shuddered and leaned his forehead against hers like he could freeze time.

             “  everything  i  said  ----  it  was  all  a  lie.  all  of  it.  i’m  so  sorry.  ”

[geneticpawn]

“…I still care about you, you know.”

HEARTBREAK SENTENCE STARTERS↳↳ accepting ( @geneticfailed )

                “  you  care ?”  he was trapped in his own body – watching through his own eyes, screaming in his own mind but unable to do anything. unable to say anything or stop himself – his vision felt surreal, blurred at its edges while she appeared so vivid and so clear. clearer than anything else around him, he could see the track marks from the tears through the grime and the blood on her face, he could see the reddened veins in her eyes, the way her spikes were slowly but surely losing their juice. ever tick and twitch of her face, of her body language and how she responded to him, all of it just information stored away to use later. to drive into her like a knife – things he used to trace his fingertips over, used to stare at fondly and even proudly were now things to poke at. things to use as leverage and he couldn’t stop.

“  do  you  chain  everybody  you  care  about  up  like  animals  or  am  i  just  that  special ?”  he smiled and it felt like a knife drawn across his face, like a wild animal baring its teeth in a threat – unchain me and i’ll make it quick – the smile seemed to promise. it dropped soon after, disturbing in how quickly it appeared and how quickly it vanished, and he jerked sharply and violently on the chains that bound him. hard enough to tear skin, the sound of it wet and sickening as he huffed a sharp breath like he was disappointed that he hadn’t been able to tear across the room and wrap his hands around her throat.

“  manticore  really  screwed  up  when  they  made  you,  ”help  me.  “  look  at  you.  you’re  weak.  PATHETIC.  ”  i’m  here.  i’m  right  here,  please  help  me.  “  you’re  damaged  goods.  a  PET  project  they  should  have  gave  up  on  after  ‘09.  ”

he leaned forward, the chains digging into soft tissue and muscle, straining until it felt as if he might split himself in half with how he tried to lean forward like he were trying to utter some whispered secret to her. just between them. they were good at keeping secrets for each other after all weren’t they? they had done it before.  “  manticore  can  fix  you  now.  they’ll  make  you  better.  we  can  go  back  together.  ”

[geneticpawn]

“I trusted you.”

HEARTBREAK SENTENCE STARTERS↳↳ accepting ( @geneticfailed​ )

“  trusted ?”  he couldn’t help the way that the word blurted past his lips – guilt and remorse gnawing at his insides like blunt teeth just chewing and chewing and chewing him into gravel. he couldn’t stand the way that she was looking at him, like she couldn’t recognize who he was or and he wanted to reach out to her. tell her than everything that he had done hadn’t been personal. it was never personal, every order that he followed, every assignment that he carried out and mission that he finished were never personal but somehow this was.  “  as  in  past - tense ?  ”  perhaps it had started between the flirting, the casual way that their familiarity had blossomed between bets for chocolate and trying to get a rise out of each other but somewhere along the line they had gotten too close. close enough that other people had noticed and had made a call – a call that had them both right here.

      “  i’m  sorry.  ”  wasn’t he always? every time something went awry, every time someone looked at him like he had let them down, disappointed them. he was so sick of disappointing people.  “  it  was  the  mission,  you  know  it  was.  ”   the mission had to come first every time, every single time. their lives had never mattered, not to manticore, not when held in comparison to the bigger picture. to success or failure their lives were forfeit. she knew it and he knew it but that didn’t stop the betrayal. didn’t stop the guilt.

          “  if  i  could  have  done  it  any  other  way  you  know  that  i  would  have.  ”