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Cain cursed under his breath. "Greaaaat."He said. He plopped down, blocking it all out. Suddenly it was just him and the mountain that he'd called home all these years. He'd been raised here, known so many people, loved , had so many memories of better times and worst. But now what? This was the end. Suddenly he was exhausted. "Ugh......Whelp. I lived a good life."He said to no one in particular. Mostly just to let it be known. He laid on the ground and stared up at the pale blue sky and smiled as the breeze ruffled the branches. Yes. He would definitely miss this. Maybe when he died his spirit would forever be roaming these hills, watching overRaz and the people in town occasionally. Or maybe they would just destroy this place completely.
Heavy footsteps shook the ground and soon he was lifted up, no doubt by the guards,. He felt the atmosphere change as well, the rustic earthy smell of the mountain was now replaced by the too clean antiseptic type smell of the capitol. He knew he was now in their hands.
Raz sat on the couch and stared at the door. Waiting. Fopr what? She had no clue. In her heart she hoped this was all her insane day dreams and Cain would burst through the door with some crazy animated story of his trip to town like he normally did, he would then laugh about her impractical dreams and tell her it was because she didn't eat properly. But nothing of the sort happened. Instead she was met by the cold white suits of the Capitol Guard.
"Come with us,"A man said, his beady eyes eating up her image hungrily. She sighed and rose from the makesjift couch and brushed by the guard, evading his wandering hand skillfully.
"Touch me and I'll anihilate your very existence,"She said , sending a cold glare towards the sputtering guard who seemed infuriated at being rejected and threatened.
"Get this piece of rubbisah out of my site. "He said. "And burn the hut."He said, a sadistic smirk on huis face.
"You #######!!"She screamed, whipping around. She didn't get very far before she was closelined.
"Ah-ah-ahhh, Learn your place scum."The guard spat, stroking her face and gripping her chin harshly when she tried to head butt him.. "Keep this one. She can be my new play thing. I like the fiesty ones."
(REVIVAL ATTEMPT # 6)
The guards neared the area and one spotted her, standing as still as stone, clutching her kitchen knives, eyes and brows set. There was a chatter she couldn't hear, then they walked towards her, like they were threatening her. 'You can't escape, run and we'll find you' . And she stood her ground.
One walked right up to her, until they were nose to nose. Mika still stood, stiff, eyes expressionless. He smirked, pretty eyes cold and blunt. 'The pretty boy, great.' She thought with disdain.
"You aren't going to resist, are you?" He asked, more like a statement. It was too late for him to realize when Mika's knife plunged into the open space between his chest plate and headpiece. Blood spurted all over her black hair. But she didn't flinch, not even when the body thumped at her feet, mouth open in a cold laugh that would never sound. Not even when the soldiers over came her. Not even when they sliced her thigh open. Or when one tried to take her clothes 0ff. Or when they chucked her in ropes and into a cage.
"I've got a pocket full of poetry, got a head full of songs, a heart with wings. You couldn't tie me down to anything, and that's enough for me." -Pocket Full of Poetry
5000th post 8/3/13
"Come with us, now." Robin raised her head to look at them, face no longer red from crying, back to stone.
They reached out for her, and she jerked away, glaring. "I said fine. But if you touch me, I will kill you. I can walk by myself, thank you very much."