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10 January 2017 @ 07:49 am
      Katrina and Naten shared a look. This was an impossible choice. Katrina knew that everyone would eventually die, but she had grown fond of Naten. He was her constant companion. Her literal angel on her shoulder, though often he easily filled the role of devil as well. She wasn’t sure she was ready to let go of the man. She studied the man, trying at once to remember all their interactions, his gruff mannerism, and the awkward moments when he had tried to be supportive. Either way, he would be gone to her. Katrina tried to consider a world in which she was chosen. She could never speak to Naten again, or Iza, or her grandparents. It was selfish, but Katrina knew, but she didn’t want that. She considered Naten, who seemed to be wrestling with a similar internal conflict. He had already accepted the fate of death when he had saved her at Kirra’s behest. His wings were still, despite his obvious distress.

      Katrina wanted time, time to talk to Naten, time to spend absorbing every conflicting detail of the man. She wanted to sit and hear his story from start to finish, rather than trying to piece it together with vague fragments and second hand tales. She wanted to know the details, everything that had led to this; how Naten had started as a self-proclaimed villain and ended as her guardian angel. At that moment Katrina knew what the right choice was.

      Naten was silent for a while before speaking softly, mostly to himself.

      “Was this the reason for Kirra’s wish? Is this the event I am destined to help with?”

      No one, not even the observer answered him.

      Katrina reached out shyly and grabbed Naten’s hand. She looked up at her guardian angel and smiled.

      “Naten, I chose Naten.” She squeezed his hand, which was now trembling.

      Before the observer could ask what Naten’s choice was he spoke.
      “Me, I’ll do it,” his voice was soft and trembling.

      A choice from two creates balance.

      Katrina didn’t know what she was expecting, maybe a flash of magical lights, deafening sounds, something terrible and fantastic all at once. She closed her eyes and held on tight to Naten’s hand, waiting for something to happen.
But nothing happened. Nothing magical and fantastic anyway. One second she was in the mock hall surrounded by the council, holding on tightly to Naten’s hand, and the next second she was alone.

      The room was empty and silent. No sign of the Council other than the shards of the broken mirror. Naten was gone, and Katrina looked around hoping to see at least a lingering feather, or any sign of her lost angel. But there was none. Katrina wanted to cry, despite having made this choice and knowing the consequences. She slumped to the floor, unsure what to do next, not knowing what to do without her constant companion’s guidance and sarcastic remarks.

    Eventually she remembered Iza and Kylic outside of the hall, and figured she should met up with them before Iza became concerned and tried to climb down on a broken leg.

      When she emerged from the hall she found Iza and Kylic sharing a bottle of water, both slumped against a slab of rock.

      “Hey,” she said weakly. She was unsure what else to say. She caught sight of Tamic still lying lifeless a few feet away. “Is…is he still alive?”

     “Barely,” Kylic replied, offering her the water bottle, which she took, but just fiddled with awkwardly not actually drinking from it.

      “Naten did a real number on him,” Iza added. “Where is the bag of feathers anyway?” she asked. Katrina looked to Kylic, who at least knew part of the situation, looking for some way to explain what had happened.

      “You guys chose then,” he said quietly.

      Katrina nodded, before bursting into tears.
05 February 2016 @ 09:05 pm
Via stood at the entrance to the tunnel watching the last of Leeches, Crawlers, and Cowards alike disappear. The loud roaring of the Outsiders flight crafts was drawing closer, almost eclipsing the sounds of battle. There wasn’t much of a fight to be had. They had guns, and bombs, while the best the Leeches could return with was flaming arrows and spears. Eve’s poison canisters had been used up, and it was probably the fear of more poison gas being released that kept the Outsiders at bay. It wouldn’t be long until they realized there was no more and the battle would be done.
Via watched as a Crawler tripped and fell down into the tunnel. Quickly hands reached out and pulled the Crawler to his feet and down into the safety of the winding tunnel. The old Via would have spat at the sight, but now in the chaos of war it only seemed right… seemed human. Via continued to watch was more and more refugees ducked into the tunnel until it seemed there was no one else left. The sounds of fighting had faded, replaced by the roaring engines of the Outsiders coming to bomb what was left of the streets.
“I think that is the last of us,” Eliza said from somewhere behind Via. The Leech leader turned to find not only Eliza but Eve, Kyle, Mark and Dani.
“You are sure this tunnel is safe?” Via asked.
“Not entirely, but it is our best bet,” Eve replied, “I’ve never followed it to the end, but I know it goes to the woods to the north, and from there it should lead out into the mountains.”
Via just nodded.
“How much time do you think we have?” Dani asked.

“Not too much,” Kyle answered, “We need to get going.”
There was a mutual nod among the group. Eve jumped down into the tunnel entrance with a grace her small, fragile looking body shouldn’t have possessed. Eliza followed, helping the injured Kyle down after her.
Mark was just starting to climb down when the sharp report of gunfire whistled around them. Via ducked down, knocking her chin on a piece of rubble as she did.

“Shit,” Dani hissed, when the gunfire stopped.

“Everyone okay?” Eve called, she was crouched down in the tunnel, arm and body protectively wrapped around both Eliza and Kyle.

“Yeah, but that isn’t the problem. They are right on top of us. There isn’t enough time!” Dani’s voice carried an uncharacteristic panicky tone.

“We need to draw their attention away so everyone has time to get past the city’s limits,” Eve said.

“How are we going to do that?” Kyle asked.
There was a moment of silence before Via finally pulled herself from the ground, wiping blood from her face.
“I’ll do it,” she said, so soft she wasn’t even so sure she had spoken at all.

“I am coming with you,” Dani and Mark said almost at the same time. Via was silent, holding her head. It was still spinning from the impact with the ground.
“That’s suicide!” Eliza cried out.
“No, we can lead them down towards the bay, and hide out in the old shipyard. Assuming they don’t already know about the tunnel route, escape by sea seems like the most reasonable,” Mark said. He was leaning awkwardly at the ragged entrance to the tunnel, and Via could see a bullet wound on his right shoulder still bleeding profusely.

“That could work,” Dani said after a moment. She turned to Via, still looking from validation from her leader.
Via was silent, still, as she studied the group before her. She knew that Mark was wrong. The shipyard wouldn’t be safe. The best chance was to draw the attention as far away from the tunnel as possible. She glanced from face to face, Eliza, Kyle, Mark, Dani, and finally Eve. Their eyes met and Via gave a small smile. Eve stared back for a second before giving a solemn nod. The two of them never needed words to communicate.

“Well, is it a plan?” Dani asked.

Via closed her eyes before turning and punching Dani across the face, sending her sprawling into the tunnel. There was a moment of confusion and chaos as Via quickly pulled lose the few stones propping the heavy metal lid open. The last she saw was Eve and Kyle pulling an unconscious Dani and an angry Mark away from the entrance.

She didn’t wait around to hear anymore outcry. She was up over the ridge of rubble before the heavy lid had fully slammed shut.
She ran up and over the mess that had once been her kingdom. She made sure she was in plain sight, but her crouched and practiced movements would still give the appearance of someone trying to hide.
She was just turning onto the main street that had divided her and Eve when the whistle of gun fire filled her ears once more.
Via winced as a bullet grazed her leg, but kept running. She turned down the park trail before finally stopping to catch her breath behind a tree.
She didn’t have long, as the thudding of footsteps crashing through the woods filled the air.

Via stood and made a break for the pipe that would take her out to the bay, but as soon as she stood there was a sharp ripping pain in her gut. She hadn’t even heard the gunshot. Her ears filled with the rushing roar of blood as she crumpled to the ground.

Faintly around her she heard voices calling out phrases and words that meant nothing. She managed to pull herself up to her knees, and throw herself forward. She continued like this for several seconds, until she collapsed back out on the main street. She could even see what was left of her Church from here. The sight gave her another burst of life and she struggled to her feet but as soon as she managed to steady herself there was a sharp short report of a gun. Via didn’t even feel this one. She didn’t feel anything, nothing but the warm feeling of her blood escaping her body and painting the street under her.
24 April 2015 @ 06:26 am
My life is controlled entirely by food and sleep... and I want nothing to do with either of them.

I hate spring.

I hate summer.

I can't explain it...but it is as though there is this unnatural push to be be happy and healthy and blah-blah-blah, just because the weather is nicer.

Give me long dark nights and bitter winds over this.

I want fall, winter...

Sorry for the melodramatic shit.

I understand why suicide rates are higher in the spring time.

Unrelated, changed my picture on facebook. Made it a drawing of Vivian James. At least one person unfriended me. . .

I dunno if it bugs me or not. I guess in the end it is more important that I be me, than try and have friends.

I just have to put up with the stupid shit that gets tossed around on facebook. But with the person that unfriended me.... I mean, I have never been shy about my stance on modern feminism (it is a fucking joke and does more harm than good) and how much I can't stand the SJW mentality on tumblr... the fact I am pro-GG should come as no surprise... all that aside, Vivian James is fucking adorable... and the icon I am using has her yelling, "GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE BITCH!"

And I don't care what you think about /v/ or GG... that's funny.

I have no problem being friends with people who are pro-modern feminism... and for all that SJW bullshit, and I don't go out of my way to say shit when it gets posted... an occasional comment here and there, nothing hateful. I would actually love to have a debate with people... but never seems to happen...

Whatever. I wasn't meant for friendships anyway.

Somethings will never change.
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