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 Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:22 pm
As soon as that first sentence hit Kat, she sat up straighter then a two-by-four. All those people, children, men, women, fathers and brothers, sisters and wives, mothers, grandparents, all had been killed by one man. The tears rolling down her cheeks were no longer controllable, they just ran down her cheeks at their own free will. Kat could just picture it, in her mind, the screams, the little children crying out for their mothers, dreams smashed, hope and faith crushed. Her heart sunk, and she suddenly felt like vomiting, but she held that urge back. Her hands were shaking, low lip quivering as she held back the screams of pain that she experienced at that moment. Not physical pain, but emotional. She stared forward, at the blank wall, her expression was almost blank, as if she were emotionless, but the hot streaks and tears running down her face said otherwise. She felt cold on the inside all the way out and tried her best to forget it, tried her best to act as if this was not happening, but she couldn't. She listened to Damien, and wasn't fully listening, for the screams she pictured was still blocking her full attention from him. But she heard that he wanted her to come with him, and her eyes lowered just as they were changing colors from their dark violet to a sad, sorrowful grey color. Kat could see those men again, killing innocent people and she suddenly felt anger boiling up deep within her core, an anger she had never felt before. She closed her eyes in a vain effort to stop the tears, and took in a shallow breath. She nodded slightly, showing that she would, indeed go with him. But she just couldn't speak, she felt like going down to wherever that man was and feeding him to the shadows. She clenched up her hands and brought her knees up to her chest, pulling away from Damien completely, as she leaned against the cool cement wall, she buried her head in her arms. Her whole body began to shiver, she couldn't get the images out of her head, and the more she thought about them, the children especially, the more she wanted to avenge their deaths.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:32 pm
Damien walked over to Kat and put his hand on her shoulder and said "I wake up to that weight every day. Thinking of the one way I could have stopped it, but it happened so quickly." He then walked to the door of her cell and held the bar slowly and looked behind himself to her. "I don't punish myself for it, because I know I need my full strength when I kill him. I still love my father, but he must be punished for what he has done, even if it means that I kill him." He then walked out of her cell, and began walking down the hall, his hands rammed into his pockets. He intended to go to whatever lengths it took, but even Damien needed to rest sometimes. He slowly walked into his cell and closed the door, locking it. He did not want Kat to be with him that night. That is when he will pour out all of his emotions.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:41 pm
Kat's eyes just stared forward as she listened to him half way, then listened to her mind. She heard the door close, and the room was engulfed in darkness, and shadow, the only visable thing of her was the porceline perfect skin that glowed slightly. She stared out into the empty darkness, and suddenly, it all began to let loose. She gripped her head and let out a scream, a painful scream, a saddened scream, a scream for all those people. She fell silent after a moment, and she was suddenly brought back to the days in the asylum where she had never been outside. These things, all of that pain was why she didn't want to go outside in the first place. The innocence of the world was dying, pain was spreading, and greed was ruling this planet. All hell was breaking loose, and at that moment, things that she never knew she remembered came back to her. She heard a low tenor voice in the back of her mind, smooth and calming. A faint image came to her mind, and then a scent that she had only dreamt of came. That smell of cinnimon mixed in with some good smelling cologne. She could see the outline of a figure, dressed in robes, white hair, round glasses, soft blue eyes, and a young, presice face. Her eyes widened, when she heard her own voice speaking back. Pupils dialated and her mouth dropped, her heart skipped a beat. "I vow to end the pain of the world, to take on it's sins, and to fight for what is right." she heard herself say to the voice. The voice spoke right in beat with her, as if it were some oath. Names started popping up, faces and symbols. But that one face stayed with her, and only did it dissapear with one word. "Father..." Kat spoke aloud, almost in a questioning tone. Kat's memories were coming back...
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:57 pm
Cameron slowly arose from his bed to see that Robert had already left. It was a bright morning and the sun shined vibrantly through the window. Cameron then quickly dressed and walked out of the room. Anny was asleep in front of the camera monitors, and Cameron shook her shoulder to wake her. he then kissed her cheek and walked towards the door. Something told him that it would be a good day, but how he was wrong. He walked slowly down the hall, passing the regulars, but he stopped at Damien's cell. Something told him to go inside, almost calling. Cameron always knew to follow his gut, so he unlocked the door and walked inside. At first he didn't see Damien, but there was a puddle of blood on the ground. Cameron quickly flicked his eyes through the room until he finally found Damien sitting in the corner whimpering. His whole body was almost completely covered in blood. His hair had taken the color of red, and was stiff. Cameron slowly walked over to Damien and looked at his wounds. Self inflicted.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:09 pm
Kat had been wandering the halls for quite some time now, she'd grow pale, almost lifeless. Her hands and arms were limp, and her head was pointed towards the ground, as well as her empty gaze. She lifted a hand to her locket, pulling it from her neck she stared down at it emptily. She ran her fingers over it's intricate designs. She heard those words over and over again in her head, and she'd been so confused, and lost, that she decided not to show any emotion for the time being. Her sensitive nose picked up the scent of blood though, and almost instantly she headed towards it. She walked slowly, and headed down the hall, same cell block as her own, and she knew where the blood was coming from. For a moment, she froze, then headed towards the room quickly. She stopped at the door and slowly looked inside, almost afraid of what she was about to see. Her eyes first fell on the blood, then they slowly rose to Damien. An audible gasp came from her, and her heart skipped another beat. The tears came again, and rolled down her cheeks, hitting the ground beneath her feet. She didn't know what to think at first. She recognized the types of wounds that covered his body, for she'd done the same thing to herself many times before. She dropped the locket in the small pool of blood, and then she took off down the hallway. Hand over her mouth, as she felt like vomiting. She stopped at that door in which she'd showed Damien, and unlocked the locks. She went inside and slammed the door as hard as she could before locking it again. She turned on the loudest, angriest, darkest music she had, and blared it as loud as she could. Causing the walls and floor to vibrate, as she let the loud, dark, angry lyrics flow into her mind, and nothing more. She heard nothing more, she sunk down into one of the bean bags, and just stared up at the sky, allowing the angry music to flow into her mind.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:25 pm
There was blood all over Damien's walls too. Spots of them, shaped like fists. Cameron then slowly leaned down to get a look at Damien's face. He was crying, and Cameron slowly looked at Damien's arms. Most of his wounds had closed, but scars and little remains were still left. Damien was like a rag dool, loose and limp. Cameron then looked down at the puddle of blood and tears, there was a little gleam in it. Cameron knew Kat had come in, but he had no clue what Kat did in here. He picked the locket up slowly, wiping the blood away from it and grabbing Damien's wrist. He wrapped it around his hand, and closed his hand slowly as he lifted him. Cameron lead Damien over to one of the emergency work rooms, calm as ever, and slowly began to remove Damien's clothes. He examined Damien's body, the cuts, gashes and wounds. He then laid a blanket over Damien, watching him wimper. He then went over to the wall and pulled out a clipboard and paper. He wrote down Damien's name and classified him under "Shock." Cameron walked over to Damien and then tried moving him, shaking him, awaking him from his state of nothingness. All failed. He then clicked his pen again and put it in his pocket, letting out a deep sigh of how he was going to tell this to Kat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:34 pm
Kat let he music blare, and she didn't care who heard it. The screaming lyrics flowed into her mind and it calmed her. She threw several frames across the room, breaking them. She ran her hands up and down her face, as if trying to rub the pain away. She started screaming, screaming at the top of her lungs, screaming over the music and the sounds of shattering glass. She clenched her hands up tighter and tighter until blood began to run down her hands. Her body was shaking, and she began to run her claws up and down her arms, ripping new wounds, and ripping out stitches of old wounds. She continued screaming until she lost her voice, and even then she just sat there, staring upwards. The pain hurt so bad, she was so angry and upset and worried. It all came at her like a million bricks at once. Why would he do something like this? Why would he hurt himself? He said he loved her. And he could've died. The anger was flowing out of her in the form of the blood flowing out her wounds.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:38 pm
A small feeling came when it nudged her. It was a black dog, a husky too. It had a long tail looking almost like a fox with a small white striped on it. It's ears like a cat's and it's eyes red. It was just a dog, and for some reason it sat there staring at her, wanting something. How did a dog get in there in the first place? It then tilted it's head, and gave a small bark.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:42 pm
Kat jumped, and fell back, wanting to scream but her voice was long gone. She looked at the dog, first confused at how it had even gotten inside her room. But she didn't care, she loved all animals. She looked into it's eyes and then laid her hand on it's head, stroking it gently. She forced a weak smile, and turned the music down, knowng dog's ears were sensitive. She gave a smile, and tried to speak, but nothing came. She just continued to pet it gently, until she forced her voice to come back. "Hi..Boy...Where'd you come from?" she asked in a shaky, wavy tone.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 7:13 pm
The dog sensed that she was somewhat hurt emotionally and pyshically and it layed it's head on her knee. It's look was of pity as it nuzzled into her leg slowly. It then slowly bit it's teeth onto the bottom of her pant's legs, pulling her slowly. Trying to get her up, or to follow it at least.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 7:18 pm
Kat smiled weakly, and wiped away some of her tears. She looked down at the dog and ran a hand through her hair. Kat slowly stood up, reading it's silent language well, just because of her experience with Jack and other animals. She held out her hand to it, petting it gently. "Lead your way." she said softly, as she unlocked the door, since it was infact the only exit to the room. She waited patiently, eyes on the dog as she held the door open for it, rubbing her arms as she felt the slick cuts, and shuddered. She pushed the thoughts of Damien out of her head and focused on the dog.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 7:21 pm
it slowly began to walk slowly, bobbing it's head as it moved. It then looked back to make sure that she was following, and kept moving slowly, it's tail wagging back and forth. It then stopped at Damien's cell and walked in, slowly sniffing the blood, and then it began licking it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 7:24 pm
Kat followed it silently, hands loosely at her sides. She soon knew where they were going but continued to follow. She stared down at Damien's cell, and then down at the blood, and she suddenly felt like vomiting again. She shuddered when the dog began to lick it, and that made the urge to vomit stronger but she held it back. She leaned against the door frame and ran a hand through her hair. "What is it you want to show me here?" she asked the dog softly, eyes now back on the dog. The smell of blood was all around her though, and she wrinkled her nose, waiting for the dog to respond silently.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 7:29 pm
It turned and grit it's teeth, blood rushing out of the gaps in it's teeth as it began to walk again. It sniffed slowly where the locket was, and then where Damien was standing. It then gave a slow nod and trotted past Kat. Now sniffing the air as it walked. It then stopped at the room Cameron and Damien were in, and began pawing at it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 7:33 pm
Kat followed it silently, and looked down to the door it was pawing at. She put her hand over the door and pushed it open, holding it open for the dog. She then raised her gaze only to see Cameron, and Damien, and she sighed, expecting something like this to happen. She allowed the dog in and then followed it inside, letting the door close behind her. Kat looked awful, tear stained face, cut covered arms, pale complection, pained eyes, she looked like she'd seen someone she loved die. Her gaze fell to the ground and she just stared at it, waiting for the dog to do something else. Really, she didn't want to be here, but she was, and there was no changing that.
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