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lara croft Vampire Slayer
Posts : 2291 Join date : 2012-06-06 Age : 26 Location : ireland
| Subject: be still--- private Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:15 pm | |
| ISABELLE CARSTAIRS
be still and know that i'm with you, be still and know that i am here be still and know that i'm with you, be still, be still and know when darkness comes upon you, and covers you with fear and shame be still and know that i'm with you, and i will say your name if terror falls upon your bed, and sleep no longer comes remember all the words i said, be still, be still and know and when you go through the valley, and the shadow comes down from the hill if morning never comes to be, be still, be still, be still if you forget the way to go, and lose where you came from if no one is standing beside you, be still and know i am be still and know that i'm with you, be still and know i am
Isabelle was inxperienced fighting. She'd chalk it down to that, in the end. She wouldn't let herself admit that it was her own stupidity which ended in her lying dead. No, she would always stick to the story that she had no experience. And while the story was true, while she had no experience and didn't know how to fight with any sort of weapon... stupidity still played the largest roll in her fatal accident.
Maybe if she hadn't gone to the fireworks. That might be a good place to start thinking back too- the fireworks which she'd gone too alone, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and jeans. She should have takent the hint from her recent run ins with some fists, and stuck low in the Hermes Cabin, watched some movies and fallen asleep early. That was the responsible thing to do, isn't it? Well, Isabelle was never known for her good decisions. She'd put on some makeup to cover the majority of her bruises (Note to self; fists aren't a good thing to have hit your face), freshioned up her clothes, brushed her hair to try cover her face, and made her way down to the beach with some Hermes Campers, who'd been all too happy to help. It was the best event of the year, they said. It was beautiful, they said. They failed to mention the fact that as soon as the clock struck twelve hundreds of monsters would come running along the beach, killing demigods one by one.
Oh, she'd run, of course. But first she'd had to watch one of her new found friends die in the most horrible way. He was pounced on by a big black mutt... and there had been nothing she could have done. She had screamed, of course. Izzy had a good set of lungs on her. But it had only drawn the things attention to her. She'd thought that was it- but then there was an arrow sticking out of its hide for a moment, and it exploded into golden dust. Such a quick end to something which destroyed someone she was fast becomming friends with. Too fast. Personally, Isabelle would have preferred its agony lengthened. She hadn't taken long to turn and run. Heading back to the main Camp, to find someone who would help. Or, if the case would be, to find a goddamned weapon so she could defend herself.
Well, she thought bitterly, Even if I'd stayed at the Cabin, I would have been dead.
Stupidity. I said it once, I'll say it again. That was Isabelle's downfall in the end. She ran too the Hermes Cabin, not knowing where else too go. The sight which was before her when she got there would be etched in her mind, just like her friends death, forever. Or, maybe not forever. As long as she lived was a better way off putting it.
A... a thing. That was how she could describe it. Something which looked like a man, and a lion, and a scorpian. Its tail had spikes on the end of it, but knowing that didn't offer any sort of help. The thing was destroying the Cabin, and already there were dead demigods around it. Alive ones too. Just a couple. Fighting with swords for all they were worth. Foolishly, she'd rushed to help without a weapon. One of those Campers, a girl, blonde, brushed her away, told her to run, called her some names not repeatable, but Isabelle stood her gound. Unfortunately for her, the thing had suddenly focused on her.
She'd never stood a chance. No weapon, no shield or armour. A sitting duck was all she was, waiting for the hunters to come pick her off. The spike flew at her with inhuman speed- she'd never seen it coming. It embeded itself in her leg, her thigh to be exact, and she fell to the ground, crumpling instantly. The pain was unbearable- she'd never known anything else like it. It burned like fire in her veins.
The fight had moved on. But Isabelle had been left.
The bronze haired girl was aware what was going to happen. Painfully aware, you could say. She knew there was no hope for her now, not with the spike and all the blood. Tears were falling down her face, dampening the foundation covering her bruises, making it shiny, but that wasn't even on her mind. No, what was on her mind was that she was going to die.
So much blood... she hadn't realized the human body could hold so much. At that, she almost laughed bitterly- what a trivial thing to think now. What a cliche thing. Everything about this was cliche- she was going to die alone, with fire running through her veins and blood pooling around her leg.
Hell, if I didn't know better I'd be thinking I'd been bitten by a Stephanie Meyer Vampire. Now that made her laugh. A hollow, bark of a laugh which wrenched itself from her throat. Such an unusual sound for a dying girl to make. Someone should have notified her of that.
Still, some part of her realized through the haze of pain and bitter humor, that she couldn't stay where she was. If she stayed there, she had more chance of being trampled. And, as much as she knew what was going to happen, she was still going to fight, in her own way. She would make her way to somewhere secluded, and she would fight to stay breathing for as long as she could. But, when she tried, Isabelle found it impossible to rise to her feet. No wonder, when she had a spike sticking out of her leg. She settled for crawling- making it in between the two cabins, Hermes and some other God or Goddess. The space wasn't very wide, in the grand scheme, and the fact she made it there within some long few minutes was a hollow victory. She'd only been a couple meters from the space anyway, and she'd only made it about a meter into the shadows. And even though she was alone, and no one would need to see her in her weakest place, the pain from her leg wasn't worth it- and Isabelle Carstairs found herself sobbing, wracking sobs which shook her body, as she tried to pull herself up to rest her back against one of the destroyed cabins.
She managed to do it eventually, whimpering in pain as her leg was jostled too much, and there she sat, the tears still falling, the sobs still shaking, the pain still stabbing.
Isabelle placed one hand around the spike, her thumb and index finger on either side of the thing which caused her so much pain. She hoped to try stop the bloodfall, but it was hopeless. The pain might not have been enough to kill her, the spike might not have been enough to end her, but the blood loss from her wound would be. Her jeans were already soaked, her fingers covered in warm sticky blood which she tried to wipe in her white t-shirt but couldn't manage to shake.
So instead of trying, she stopped. Izzy kept one hand firmly on her bleeding wound, but let her head fall back, her hair cushioning her skull from the hard wood. Her eyes closed, she could have been asleep... or worse, if you think about it. But she wasn't. The pain was enough to keep her awake, for now. And another thing which told you she was alive, and still fighting? She was chanting under her breath, her voice weak, but her words still coming.
'Please... don't let me die... Please don't... I don't want too... Someone help...'
TAG?! Twin obvs OOC?! I couldn't go through the emotional torture of adding a Sara Canning gif. And I have no spellcheck. THEME?! Be Still by the Fray | |
| | | Beanie If you can't have Scott McCall, why bother?
Posts : 2101 Join date : 2011-06-12 Age : 24 Location : eternally stuck in Hades
| Subject: Re: be still--- private Wed Jan 15, 2014 11:13 pm | |
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Skyler slashed and hacked at the monsters. It made him feel so good; so alive. It was what he had lacked all these weeks. Maybe that made him a psychopath. It probably did. Anyways that was what he was? It wasn’t like he could control it. Skyler didn’t bother looking it up in the dictionary; he knew that his name would be printed in bold as an example. Someone who felt no empathy. Skyler could barely feel anything; he felt so empty inside. There was nothing left to feel. Angry and upset but they were so distant to Skyler that it barely mattered anymore.
He had no one to tell him it wasn’t his fault. His parents, as loving and supporting as they were, left him alone in the wind. He used to be fine with it; he liked being alone. But that was when he thought it wasn’t their fault, that he was here and they were, well, in Hades. And to find that after all this time, they had abandoned him because he was different, was heartbreaking for Skyler. He hadn’t really truly cared for anyone until he met Kat. He cared for his family, sure, but they were dead to him so it wasn’t really the same.
Skyler shook his head as vague memories of his childhood came flowing through his brain. The other kids were weird; Skyler didn’t like playing with them. He didn’t talk much either. He didn’t really have much to say. Honestly Skyler could barely remember anything but memories of his siblings; and even then, he was so distant from them too that he was sure he had faded from their memories by then. A scream that could only belong to his sister made Skyler want to run away. It was funny that confronting her was the thing that scared him most; not these monsters he was battling his way through.
Skyler could feel something hot running from his cheeks, and not the blood that dripped down from a flesh wound on his head, covering his eyelashes in a thick layer of hot, red ichor. It was tears. Skyler could tell because they left a salty taste on his lips. Tears of shame of what he had become. Gods was he a monster.
And then if he was, the other kids were worse. A demigod with a smirk and no left hand smiled wickedly at Skyler as he pulled his sword from yet another dead monster. ‘You gonna fight me, bad boy?’ The older child taunted. ‘Oh look, you’re crying. Baby much?’
Skyler clenched his teeth. ”I’m not a baby.” Raising his sword, Skyler realized he was too late and the demigod was too quick. Suddenly the other boy was at Skyler’s side, his small dagger shoved into Skyler’s neck. Skyler gasped, coughing blood. He went to lunge at the demigod, but he was gone and Skyler almost fell to the ground. He touched the small, sharp object with his left hand. It was impaled directly between two muscles. Skyler could barely feel anything but pain and his vision blurred. He couldn’t breath. How pathetic it was that he was dying right here and now.
And Skyler was stumbling about blindly he could barely see he could barely breath and the pain was the worst thing he had ever felt in his life he felt like choking and it hurt so bad. He wasn’t losing consciousness yet, but he could taste the blood in his mouth and it poured out as if he was a fountain of gore. Skyler knew not to pull it out, it would only make the bleeding worse. Groping at his side for a piece of ambrosia, Skyler grabbed a tiny square. There was only one, as he had never needed more than that. He wasn’t always in the mood for burning up and he never had anyone else to give it too so Skyler carried around maybe one or two squares max of that stuff.
He shoved it in his mouth amidst the blood; Skyler couldn’t taste anything besides the contents of his veins. while there was still blood, Skyler’s vision cleared almost immediately. The pressure in his head lifted, although he could still hear the beating of his heart between his ears.
In the back of his head, he could hear a cry for help. And although Skyler felt no reason to investigate, he found himself slowly inching his way through the monsters towards the cries of help.
Suddenly there was his step-sister, lying on the ground, her long hair fanned around her body. She was practically sleeping or maybe she was dead (Skyler couldn’t tell), her fingers resting around a deeply punctured blade in her leg. Skyler fingered his own wound. It still hurt, but he was not in any immediate danger. The blade was thin and long and hadn’t gone far in, missing his arteries and muscles by a millimeter. It was bleeding still, but it didn’t bother Skyler quite as much. He probably was going to die soon if he didn’t get more help.
Isabelle, however, looked to be in a much more critical condition. She looked pale, as if she was dying as they spoke. Skyler frowned. A good person would’ve helped Isabelle up and brought her to the big house for treatment. But Skyler was not a good person. He frowned at her. She disgusted him. First, she had lied to him; let her parents abandon him because he was different and obviously autistic teenagers are too hard to care for if your family is poor. And now she was going to get herself killed. Stupid girl. That’s what it all came down to in the end. The killers and the dead. The apathetic and the stupid. Skyler didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what he was.
”Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just leave you in the dust.” Skyler said bitterly. His voice was weaker than he wanted it to be: it shook slightly with Skyler’s weak body. He steadied his shaking knees, staring down at Isabelle with a look of contempt and holding his hand to the bleeding wound on his right side.
Notes: soo long omfg the longest thing I've ever written by far sorry for all the rambling. And also angst much Skyler?
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| | | lara croft Vampire Slayer
Posts : 2291 Join date : 2012-06-06 Age : 26 Location : ireland
| Subject: Re: be still--- private Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:37 pm | |
| Her heart was slowing. Isabelle could feel it. Or maybe she couldn't, maybe it was all a figment of her imagination. An imagination fueled by serious loss of blood. An imagination of a girl who was dying, and knew it, and wanted to do anything but that. Dying seemed final, so final. And it was. If she died, she wouldn't be on the earth anymore... and Isabelle enjoyed being on the earth. It was nice... being alive.
So much she'd never experienced. She'd never gotten over her whole hatred for men. She'd never made loads of friends and finally worked out where she belonged. She'd never gone back to England to live, or eventually gotten a job, a house, and eventually children. And all of these thoughts were racing through her mind as she sat muttering her pleads for help. Because she wanted all of that. Izzy couldn't believe she was even thinking it, but the truth was she was, and she wasn't able to stop. All she wanted was a life, a future, and it was never going to happen.
Isabelle's breathing was becoming shallow... her inhales coming in quick little bursts. Trying to fight was too hard... it hurt too much. And she'd never had much pain tolerance. She didn't mean too, but Isabelle began to let go. Let the pain and the black tinging the edges of her vision drag her away to the unknown...
”Give me one reason why I shouldn't just leave you in the dust.”
The voice... was full of bitterness. But that wasn't what registered with the dying girl. What registered was the weakness in it, how shaky it was. And since she'd found Skyler, he had never shown that weakness. It was enough to jar her to her senses, to pull Isabelle back from the brink of letting go. Her eyes struggled open, finding the boy effortlessly, even though her gaze was slightly unfocused. Such hatred in his look... it hurt her more then the wound in her leg which was slowly sucking her life force.
She almost closed her eyes and turned her head away. Almost. It wasn't like Skyler even gave a damn anyway. The only thing she could do to make him happy was die, and she was fully prepared to do it. Just for all of the pain to end, for all of the hurt to go away. And for her to never have to see that look of contempt on his face again. But instead, her eyes finally focused enough to see the wound he held his hand too, and her worry spiked. Isabelle had never been smart- she was on her death bed, in the metaphorical sense, and yet she was more concerned for her brother then her. Typical really.
'Skyler-' her voice, weak and crackly, surprised her. But she continued, 'What happened... to you?' | |
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| Subject: Re: be still--- private Mon Feb 03, 2014 12:10 am | |
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Skyler hated showing weakness, even now as his sister was dying. His sister. His family. With bitter contempt, Skyler could not help but remember a lonely childhood - of sitting alone on the swings for hours because his parents simply forgot to pick him up, of hatred towards the emptiness he felt, hatred towards his inability to show it.
And now, the dying would become dead and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop any of it. Skyler was going to die that night, as surely as Isabelle was. Maybe he should’ve wished for a better life, or maybe he should be asking for forgiveness. After all, he had really just been a burden. But Skyler felt something so funny about the fact that he was going to die. He couldn’t feel the life draining out of him, and if he could, he didn’t really care that much. It didn’t really matter anyways. What was one worthless life?
There was also something in Skyler that willed him to live - he put that thought away as survival mechanisms. There wasn’t any pain to feel anymore, or was that just Skyler slowly dying? His breathing was shaky and as he stared at his sister on the ground, Skyler clenched his hand around the knife on his neck, unsure of whether or not to pull it out and live, or push it in farther, speeding up his untimely death. Skyler could not help but remember that he had two options. He could be a killer or he could be dead. One part of Skyler would love to be dead. It was better than being a killer in the first place. And another - the one, Skyler knew, that would ultimately win - told him to be a killer because that’s all he had ever been. No remorse, no regret, just Skyler and that was all that mattered. And, well, maybe Kat. It was funny to Skyler, to care for someone as he cared for himself. Not in a romantic way, Skyler would never be a romantic (he never believed in true love in the first place), but he cared for her, as someone would care for a sister. A friend.
The worst part about all of this? Not the pain. The dissapointment in Isabelle’s voice. That’s all there ever had been. Just disappointment. She wondered why Skyler stopped caring about everything, why he smoked or drank or jumped off bridges. Why he didn’t give a damn.
To tell the truth, Skyler really didn’t know. He guessed it was isolation. He didn’t have anyone to care about but himself, so why care at all? But it still hurt. And after all of this, Skyler was still human. He was only human.
Oh if only darling Isabelle realized. She wanted to die to get out of the pain and suffering. Skyler had wanted to do that from the start. If they both died, what would be the point? If they both lived, what would be the point? Skyler would go back to his suffering and Isabelle... Well he didn’t really know about Isabelle. She might live a good and happy life, the one she deserved. She might forget that she ever had a stupid, useless, money wasting autistic brother.
But Skyler didn’t feel sorry for her. It was her own fault really, dragging herself into this. He knew he should but Skyler’s empathetic nature did not make an appearance that night. That didn’t mean the pain didn’t hurt and Skyler’s lip quivered. He tasted blood in his mouth as he tried to form a response. ”You left me Isabelle.” Skyler said, almost shaking his head, but stopping himself because the pain was too intense. He almost smiled, a remorseful one, sadistic and twisted as it was.
”I was doomed from the start anyways.” This time, Skyler’s head shook back and forth. The pain could not reach him. Blood dribbled down his chin, but he made no move to wipe it away.
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| | | lara croft Vampire Slayer
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| Subject: Re: be still--- private Sun Feb 16, 2014 8:40 am | |
| Isabelle should have been remembering all of the bad things which Skyler had ever put her through. That would have made sense, in a weird way. How he had hit her. How his friend had hit her. How, all through their childhood, he had been the one pulling away. But instead all she saw was the boy he used to be, not the boy his recent past had turned him into. The boy who she had first met when she was playing in a park. The boy who she had tried to help, tried to grow close to, had loved dearly. Not this…
The horror of what was in front of her was almost too much really. She wished she had never opened her eyes again. She wished it had been quicker. If everything ended quickly, then she wouldn’t have to hear his voice, she wouldn’t have to put up with more of his lies, and she definitely wouldn’t have had to see the wound which was obviously causing him pain. She wanted to turn her head away, she wanted to stop looking and stop hearing and stop everything, just to get rid of all of that. But… no, that would have been asking too much of mercy, wouldn’t it?
‘I didn’t,’ her voice shook with anger, shook with emotion, shook with impending death, ‘I didn’t leave you. I didn’t… stop… stop telling me I did.’
Flinching as the blood ran down Skyler’s chin, Isabelle raised the hand not clutching her own wound and gestured for him to come down to her level.
‘Come here,’ her voice, however weak it was, still seemed to have that mature undertone. The one which she used when she wanted something, when she needed something. | |
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| Subject: Re: be still--- private Thu Feb 20, 2014 12:01 am | |
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Skyler’s breathing became shallow. Why had he been so scared of dying before? Skyler could still remember himself shaking as Isabelle lay dying before him. He was glad he had saved her. She deserved a better life than this one, at least she could have a chance. As for Skyler, he realized he was doomed from the start. He had rejected Isabelle from the start - she had seemed so distant, no one had understood him or even tried to. Well maybe they had, but Skyler had been too wrapped up in himself.
Although a burst of anger did sweep through him as Isabelle mentioned that she left him. ”I consider abandoning me by the side of the road leaving me Isabelle, but I don’t exactly know your definition.” Skyler retorted quickly, letting the immoral part of him take over.
Heroes, soldiers... They were all the same thing really, in the end. No one could be a hero without being a killer in someone else’s eyes. Skyler didn’t know why he hadn’t died yet. He wanted too. Torn between being the half person he was before, and the monster that he was now and being dead, Skyler realized that he could at least give Isabelle one last chance. She deserved to live at least, even if he didn’t.
Her voice was weak, but it had the same tone that it had whenever she needed something. Skyler still remembered it, after all these years. Right there and then, in the seconds when he felt himself kneeling down besides Isabelle, her face coming closer to his, Skyler realized it wasn’t Isabelle dying that would make him happy. It was himself dying that would make him happy. Skyler was sure of it - so why didn’t he just pull out the knife and die there and then? Skyler had a sudden longing for the person he had been several minutes ago - perfectly content with being immoral, perfectly content with being that horrid person. Skyler knew, that he could not go back. ”I’m sorry.” Skyler said, his voice placid, and devoid of the fear and anger he had felt earlier. Was this was it was really like? Nothing? Lowering his voice some, Skyler muttered a comment that was really just his own internal monologue. ”I just really need to die.” Would he trade places with Isabelle? Probably. At that moment, Skyler would do it in a heartbeat. Normally, he wouldn’t. But he felt like his sister deserved something more, and Skyler wanted everything to be gone so badly.
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