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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:09 pm
 She took a deep breath. Golden eyes upon the ground, she lightly turned over a leaf, pawing at it absentmindedly. For the first time in, what seemed like a lifetime, she was alone.
She didnt know how she felt about that.
Raven sighed. Her wings folded against her robe. Forcing her paws into action, she pushed through the bush. Determination, and perhaps a deep morbid curiosity, drove her through the very same woods, when her life was forever changed. Memories started to flood back.
Flashes. Glimpses. Fear.
Her heart raced. The tree's closed in around her. The bushes seemed to grab her and hold her down. She couldnt command her wings to fly.
"NO!" She yelled to the empty forest, she slammed her paw against the nearest tree. Driving the point to her memories.
Dammit she was going to do this. She would get through this.
Taking another deep breath, Raven straightened up, and was alarmed to see that she'd dented the tree. She blinked a few times, before it registered. Aeon and the Reborn. She felt better and worse all in the same instant, but she shook it off.
Pushing past memories and regret, she came up to the small clearing where it all happened. She sat, and watched ghost figures play out the scene. She saw herself running. He chased. He laughed. He caught.
She saw where he slammed her into a tree, causing her to see stars.
He called her a freak.
She pushed away, and ran. He laughed and chased some more.
She saw the last stage, where she was pushed against the big tree, he was choking her. She blacked out.
On shaky paws Raven padded over to the tree. There was a dark spot on the bark, her blood hasnt washed off yet. There was a thick canopy above. Or, maybe some things just dont wash away. She ran a paw over the tree's surface.
Her heart hoped this was the first step to true recovery.
Her soul needed this to be the first step. Any step.
Something.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:19 pm
 Cable felt a sharp pain. It was a sudden twinge in his left eye, streaking through the nerves that had hollowed themselves to wires years ago.
NO!
He flinched, then shook his head. Something was wrong. Something nearby was going wrong. A sudden surge of emotion, enough to reach him when he had been working so hard to nullify the ability meant that the source was close. Was someone in pain? Slowly, reluctantly, he allowed himself to open up a little more to the message that was swimming in the open air. Someone was running, one of those... creatures. A creature like he was now. Children, playing?
One laughed, the other sprinted. They went down and the darker one was having their head smashed against a tree.
Cable went quickly to help. He believed that this was happening, in the now. Imagine his surprise then upon coming to a clear field. No children, no blood. But there was one- a flash of crimson and black.
"Excuse me," He intoned softly, stepping in an attempt to better see Raven. "Are you in trouble, miss?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:50 pm
So into the vivid memories of that night, she didnt hear the other approach. Raven gave a startled yelp and instinctively backed away, never letting the new stranger out of her sight.
Her heart raced, and her muscles tensed. Her brain, screamed at her to run, to flee, to get away from this damned placed. But something deep inside her, told her to stay. Intuition maybe? Or maybe it was just her parents genes stepping in.
Raven closed her eyes tight, and lowered her head, her short hair falling in front of her face. Her paws dug into the soft earth. Her body sighed heavily, shaking all over.
She looked back at the stranger. Her gold eyes wide, full of fear, anger, and something else. Hope maybe.
"I....I'm sorry to have d-disturbed you...I didnt know anyone was a-around here...I was just..." She paused, and looked at the tree that still carried her blood, like a badge. "I dont know what i'm doing here....i dont know why i came...i'm s-sorry" It was a struggle in itself to tear her gaze away from the tree, and back to the stranger.
Her eyes cried for answers, for help. For someone to tell her how to move on. How to find herself. She was a wreck of emotion and frustration, strength and frailty.
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