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Post by Katie Hearth on Apr 1, 2012 17:21:08 GMT -5
Fighting was not an ability she had honed over her years living under the roof of a normal suburbia life. Her skills were a far cry to heroism- and, to top it off, she was neither brave nor courageous enough to make up for her lack of poorly crafted skills. That is why, when the hand clamped hard over her mouth, Katie’s only reaction- as instinctive and animalistic as it was- was to dig hard with her teeth against the course flesh that encased her lips. It was hard to focus. As if some thick veil had wrapped around her head choking away all sense of logic until all that was left was hyper senses; a hodgepodge of it that clash and collided with one another.
It had happened so fast.
Katie may as well have been dreaming. There was no start to how it had happened, only that it was happening now in that instant. Her ears picked up words and even if these words were dominantly paved by the English language and ironed out with crystal clear clarity, her brain could not decipher them. Things like ’Get her under control! Now’ and ’Go for the blond one!’, was a jumble mess tossed around by other, more cryptic phrases that made her eyes sweat tears. She wasn't aware of herself then, just like she didn’t know that upon the first chance she had, Katie let out a bloody scream before it was encased by the same bulking force that had captured her. She closed her eyes tightly to block everything around her. To make sense out of all this madness. She desperately tried to remember all those lessons her father had instilled on her from time to time, but nothing came to her. In that instant, she opened her eyes and saw splashes of muted colors; arms-hands- limbs, dirty clothes, faces with fragmented shadows that parted and shifted in which way direction.
In the distance, there was hope.
Prior to the surprise attack, Katie had been walking in that direction of the amusement park with Gia. It was a few feet away. The path was marked by a series of parked cars, a dirt path road and dots of light embedded by an early evening sky. Something inside of her snapped the second she felt her two thrashing feet leaving the ground. She felt that there was a finality in the way these people talked that made her realize that she was, in fact, fighting for her life. It dawned on her like a sick settling feeling, that she would die and that she had not said her good byes. She had argued with Ashley, she didn’t finish her homework, she forgot to clean her room- she promised to be safe. It was these little minute things that meant absolutely nothing, now weighed on her as if leaving this world without those unaccomplished task was unforgivable. She had so much to live for, not just the first things that fitted through her head, but bigger missions like finishing high school, starting college together with her friends, having a boyfriend, seeing her siblings getting married off- was this how people saw themselves dying? Looking through a film of what could be?
For Katie, this became a driving force.
Every closed fist poundings, and every mule-like kick, grew stronger. More brash. She hit like it was the last hit she would ever give, and she squirmed like-- her life depended on it and she did everything, humanly possible. She remembered sticking her fingers where they shouldn’t have gone, directly towards a pair of eyes that had not expected her furry to be unleash the second she had. She remembered screaming as loud as she could at the very base of her attackers ear, kicking, pounding, scratching until she was greeted by the ground in a most ungraceful fashion. The wind was knocked out of her, as if someone had, quite literally, kicked her at a tender spot on her stomach. She didn’t wheeze and cough right away. The red head did what she felt must have been the impossible then- she kicked off in a dizzy sprint, peeling through the path she was on.
She didn’t take any of it into account, there was only pure adrenaline with blood rushing into her ears, that knocked her senses askew. So much so, that Katie didn’t remember running until she picked up the noises that her shoes made against the graveled ground. Her vision was a narrow tunnel that had her surroundings boxed where she could only see what was right in front of her. There was only a firework of stars dotted in pure darkness of the night, the amusement park. Blocking this amusement park were a few abandoned cars. There were people, way off into the distance that might have overlooked the commotion from all the screaming and noises that prevailed in the park. She needed to hide. Katie found herself ducking behind one car- it could have been a magical unicorn with hydraulics and she wouldn‘t have even flinched by the irrationality of the picture just so long as she had something to hide behind. Her head pressed on the ground to see if there were any pursuing feet. They would have seen her doing so, had they paid close attention, and from where she stood, Katie wasn’t sure whether that was the case. It made for a poor spot, but it was something for now, until she gathered her thoughts.
The thought of Gia and where she could have gone during the whole fiasco made her gasp. She had forgotten all about her. Where was she? [/font][/size] |
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Post by Gia Stevens on Apr 12, 2012 19:34:55 GMT -5
She really needed to find out what she had done. In her ‘past life’, before she woke up, in just underwear, covered in dirt, and wandering aimlessly. Was she Terra? Was she someone else? Gia didn’t know. Right now, she wanted to be Gia Stevens, a girl with two best friends that went to school, excelled in science, hated dodgeball, and grew up to be a geologist. A girl who had no hidden past, had no secrets that were kept from herself, too, had nothing of the sort. Not her, whoever she was, a girl that was wanted desperately by criminals, dead or alive, for money, who woke up screaming from nightmares about orange and black, one blinking eye, and so much darkness, who though ice cream mixed with sushi sounded good, adored the color green, and had weird things happen around her.
But she would never get her way. Never. Not until she found out who she was, combined the two aspects of her, her and Gia Stevens, and then she wouldn’t be the same anyway.
It was interesting, the type of things that flashed through one’s head, and the girl thrashed. Katie was here, Katie was getting caught up in her, whoever she was, and that wasn’t anything that should happen. After all, it was her they wanted, not Gia, not Katie, so why should they get caught up in the tussle? Was it wrong to be thinking of herself in third person? But she was two people, two drastically different people, one she didn’t even know, and she had never been more aware of it until now.
Now, as she struggled within the arms of some unwashed villain, robber, criminal, who wanted her. He was warm, hot, dirty mouth that reeked clamped over her hand, his entire body smelling of cigarette smoke and just a hint of alcohol. She wanted to retch, wanted to throw up, and she could already taste the bile in her throat, but the girl resisted, thrashing and crying out in his grasp. Not that anyone could hear her, of course, because Katie was gone, gone, gone, and she couldn’t help but be grateful that her friend had escaped from getting caught up in the madness of this, of her and Gia Stevens meeting.
But that left her, struggling in the arms of her captor, listening to words describing how it was ‘too easy’, and ‘quick money’, and ‘where did the brat go?’ Oh god no please don’t let them find her. Despite the fact that it would make her want to puke even more, she attempted to bite the hand of the one holding her, teeth scraping against the confining body part, and she got skin, filthy, dirty skin – and wouldn’t it make sense, with her luck, that she got stuck with the dirty one? – and heard a cry from the one holding her. Bingo.
Satisfaction was short-lived, however, when a blow caught her head, and she drooped, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, despite the fact that she tried to hold them back, stars flashing across her vision, and one hand being exchanged for another, talk of having someone else hold her barely reaching her ears. Her head throbbed, she hurt, and all she had wanted to do was go to the amusement park.
That had been all she wanted!
Something raced through her – power, felt again, power – from her toes to the tips of her fingers, sending hair floating in a circle around her head – yellow eyes, yellow hands, stop the flow, save them all, only you, you, you – and talking stopped, words were muted, and it flowed. Suddenly the ground was lower, yelps of surprise, feet sinking into the ground – for the witch, oh, such a special plan for the witch – and then her feet were touching the ground, and she pulled herself free, running, running, running – they’ll catch you traitor, villains never win – while they floundered behind her, one sunk up to his thighs in the ground, another up to his knees, one free, but he didn’t run, a scared man – not a scared little girl, not, not, not! – so she ran.
Confusion filled her, her legs burned – big enough to destroy the whole city – and her breath came in short gasps, but she continued, running blind, not looking, just running, running, running – united as master and apprentice! – until she tripped, fell, skinning her knee and sprawling along the ground, arms reaching towards the next task – it’s quiet – but unmoving, just sprawled until she drew herself up to her knees, curling in on herself, and let out a sob, heaving sobs, crying crying crying – I’m here, I’ve got you – so confusion, so scared, so lost.
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Post by Katie Hearth on Apr 24, 2012 21:52:53 GMT -5
She didn’t want to go back. There was this gripping fear that held her fast in her place. Why couldn’t she move? They had guns, didn’t they? Her palms pressed against the cool metallic door and she peered over the hood trying, in a vain attempt to make out what was going on. She hated herself more because of that, because, in the midst of all this chaos, when her friend needed her most, she couldn’t respond the way she wanted to. Something about her joints just locked, whatever courage she might have possessed, abandoned her in that instant. She didn’t want to die. Katie was not a superhero, she was not brave, she was not a lot of things.
Hot tears poured down her cheeks- don’t be so pathetic, she thought- her hands brushed them away hurriedly. She couldn’t break down at a time like this. There was silence, the kind that provoked the little hairs in the back of her neck to stand on end. Her head poked out and she saw, much to her horror, her friend down. There was no way of explaining the fallen criminals that struggled to get on their feet, she couldn’t make heads or tails out of it, and in her own frantic mindset, she could only care less. What she was seeing was a golden opportunity mixed with a strong emotion that made her choke. Was she--Katie didn’t want to think of it. She had dashed towards the limp body.
Please still be alive, please still be alive. “Gia?,” she swallowed hard. She had never seen her friend hunched up like that before, the image alone was terrifying, but in a moment of silence, of heart-wrenching fear, and drained color and light headedness, she heard a sob, and saw the falling and rising of her body. She was not dead. Katie drew closer, her legs were bent and, with dainty hands, she touched her shoulder, “we need to leave.”
“Gia,” she pushed away blond strands, her voice quivered lightly, “we need to run towards-,” she looked around, “towards the amusement park and lose those creeps. We‘ll run fast and- and I‘ll get in contact with my dad. We‘ll be alright.” There was a rustle from the background. No doubt, they would be up again and ready to attack any time now.
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Post by Gia Stevens on May 2, 2012 9:36:59 GMT -5
Gia. Gia. That was her? No no no, not Gia not Gia – Hello, Terra – No that wasn’t her, wasn’t wasn’t, but it was Katie, her friend, her friend trying to get her to move they should run run – You don’t have any friends – But he was wrong, he, someone – Slade – Orange and Black and scary was wrong, she had Katie right? Bright and happy and loud, funny words laughing words – You thought I was funny – but they had to go. Friend not friend, didn’t matter, had to go, she messed up again, lost control – You can’t tell anyone! – so she had to go, go go go and run away, run away.
The words were muffled, some sliding through and she could hear them: Dad – The earth is my home – Amusement Park – Do you trust me? – Gia – Miss me? – words words words. But she let out a sob, a broken sob that penetrated the silence she had been holding in, let out the air and a few words. “Not Gia,” she mumbled, pulling herself unsteadily to her feet, swaying slightly as she did so. “Not Gia.” She didn’t know who, didn’t know what, but they were there, her not-friends, lurking in the background of her mind straining to be seen – Who’s team am I on? – and that was all she got.
Not Gia. Not-Gia. That was her, her for now, she just needed to remember, to remember… - Things change – but follow now. Her not-friend – I don’t have any friends, remember? – Katie, she had to follow her, had to get away from the men she had sunk, sunken in and brought down that had been her right? Her fault, her doing, and she clung to her not-friend like she was a lifeline, her only link to sanity, tears still rolling down her face as she tugged, hoping she was going in the right direction.
Away from them, away from them – You did well, my dear – but no she didn’t, wrong wrong wrong, and she pulled her not-friend, away please don’t see. Don’t see, have control have it really do, don’t see please, you can’t see I won’t let you. Need friends, need them, Katie was close, close enough to count, she half expected to hear shots, shattering rock behind them or pain pain pain, but none.
Scared them, scared them all, just like the witch they were gone, gone gone, but it wasn’t quiet here, not quiet, she was sobbing, Katie was sobbing, patter of feet over rock… Run run run run run….
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