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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 12:53 am
 "Look at that strange little boy!" "Isn't he creepy? He's giving me chills!" "Careful, don't let him hear you, looks as if he might scalp you..." Of course, Lucavi could hear them all, his senses being quite acute, but he was doing his best to ignore them. The whispers were nothing new to him, but he was not used to being surrounded by so many people, and his nerves were slowly cracking. He, much to his chagrin, was in the very center of the mall, and was attracting more attention than any window display. Mako stood next to him, guiding him through the web of people with a nervous hand on the boy's shoulder. Either his hearing wasn't quite as fine tuned as Lucavi's, or he was putting just as much effort into ignoring the fact that his son was suddenly the new source of gossip. It was not surprising that Lucavi's tangled, dirty hair, scarred forearms, and overall ragged appearance was attracting a lot of attention, but if Mako had been expecting the public to hold their tongues, then he was sorely let down. "I've never seen him before, I wonder what that little monster is doing here?" "Yeah, perhaps we should show him to the nearest graveyard, eh?" It was because of Mako that Lucavi had been dragged away from his pit in the backyard, and Lucavi was resenting him for it more with each passing moment and distasteful utterance. He had said something about "school," and while Lucavi was utterly convinced that he could teach himself anything he needed to survive, Mako was hell-bent on finally enforcing something upon Lucavi. Thus, if he was going to send his child to school, he would need to buy him a lot of new clothes. After all, Lucavi's rags were hardly suitable for school. Lucavi, however, would be damned if he was doing to give up the shredded leather wrapped around his body. Finally, after disregarding the pink and bubbly shops along with the sporty ones, his eyes fell upon a shop that was a good deal more appealing to his tastes. Without saying a word, he headed off towards the shop, hoping to find any sort of haven. Following the boy as he took off, Mako looked up at the shop and was not surprised to see a sign reading "Hot Topic" bearing down on him. Lucavi sidled his way into the store - it turned out there were a lot more people in here than he would've preferred. On the plus side, the whispers immediately faded into the background - nobody in here seemed to care if he looked like a complete outcast, giving his nerves a break. Mako seemed to be muttering something about him choosing the most expensive store in the damn mall, but Lucavi disregarded him and ventured further into the store. Boots, chains, straps, and a dozen other strange commodities - he didn't know where to begin! "Now, remember that my funds are limited, Luca..." Mako began, but the boy was already picking his way through the store and eyeing a few selective items. In a few moments Mako had picked out a few less expensive sets of clothes to fall back on. Out of the corner of his eye, Mako spotted a rather nice choker and reached for it. 'Hmmm, this'll be rather nice for...' But Lucavi returned with a stack of questionable clothes, so he hid it behind his back. Eventually, they came out of the store with a few net shirts, a rather spiky pair of lace-up boots, some strapped pants that Mako was sure wouldn't remain whole for long, numerous chained objects, some studded wristbands, and a significantly smaller amount of cash...not to mention, a certain choker. "Well, I've still got a few dollars left" Mako said, looking down at the change he had received. "Should be enough for two soft pretzels, you want to go get one?" Lucavi's glare clearly said that he would like nothing more than to leave as quickly as possible, but Mako made it a case to avoid his eyes as much as possible. "Pretzels it is!" he exclaimed, guiding Lucavi towards the pretzel shop across from them. They tried to eat their pretzels in peace, but there was no ignoring the fact that the whispers were starting up again. Lucavi tore into his pretzel rather savagely as the table next to him alighted with remarks about his shameful appearance, not exactly helping to quell their enthusiasm on the subject. Finally, their seemed to be a bit of shuffling at their table, and Mako assumed that they were all leaving. It seemed, however, that a woman of about middle age had decided to stand up and make a charge against Lucavi's appearance. "I can no longer sit idly by and watch this!" she declared, her odd, flowery hat teetering on the top of her head. She seemed like the sort of woman uptight woman you could find at the PTA complaining about how there simply wasn't a sufficient amount of erasers available to the students, or some other insignificant issue. "You, sir," she said, waddling towards Mako. "How could you let your child fall into such a deplorable state? Do you not watch him? Or bathe him?" She was now only a few feet away from him, her short, fat finger wagging at him an inch in front of his nose. "I should have you reported to foster care services!" she continued before Mako could even defend himself, causing him to get rather red in the face. "Total incompetence! This child needs care! This child needs..." "Be quiet." it had not come from Mako, but Lucavi. Immediately the entire attention of every onlooker was turned to him. "I look like this because I want to, although I'm sure you can't understand that. Then again, I can't understand why you want to wear the sex organs of a bunch of plants on your head, but that's just me." The lady jumped in alarm as Lucavi shot back at her, causing her hat to abruptly fall to the floor. "He has absolutely nothing to do with anything you might think of me, so quit making an idiot of yourself." Shock seemed to ripple throughout the mall, and without anyone saying a word, both Mako and Lucavi stood up and walked out of the mall with much more than their purchases on their minds.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:46 pm
He's gone! ******** gone and I can't find him! Not a note, not a word, not even a hint to where he's gone, and not even a single sign to show that he'd ever even been here in the first place, save the disturbed appearance of the ground outside. Damnit! Where the hell could he be? I'd just woken up one morning and, as simple as that, he was nowhere to be found. Taken off in the night I can only assume - and with nothing but the close on his back. The clothes from our shopping trip a few days previous sat untouched , sitting in their bags against the side of the couch. Nobody seemed to know where he was, much less care where he was. "He's out of our hair!" Gully insisted, obviously much more relaxed now that Lucavi was away from the house. These sentiments seemed to echo throughout the cramped house as Cody nodded eagerly, probably recalling the incident at dinner that occurred not so long ago. "No, you're only his siblings, you don't understand. He's my responsibility now more than ever. What would I do if he gets hit by a car, or dies of the cold or starvation?" Gully cringed - he might be afraid of Lucavi, but he was still very sympathetically human. A kind soul to the core. "So, you know absolutely nothing about where he is?" "N-no, da', I'm sorry...jus' woke up an' 'e was gone, jus' like you said..." Well, ********/> Why the hell did he run away? I can only assume that he ran away, but it's a pretty safe assumption. Had he been kidnapped, you can bet he'd have put up some sort of fight, had it even been in his sleep. But no, there were no signs of a struggle, and no screams in the night. Only his complete and utter disappearance. Unless... "Yes, I know something." Lucien's voice came somehow clear and unphased by the door between us. "WHAT?! You knew something about this all along, and you didn't tell me?" "You didn't ask." His indifferent tone reminded me completely of Lucavi's. As well as pissed me off. "I've been raging around the damn house all day, and you haven't had the courtesy to say anything?!" "He told me for a reason" Lucien replied. "And what reason would that be?" I shot back, seething through gritted teeth. "He recognizes me as the one in charge." This shook me completely. True, I wasn't the most assertive father, especially not with him...but did he run away because I was a bad father? From the sounds of it, he didn't even consider me a guardian... "Wh...what did he say?" My voice shook with frustration. "That he was leaving. Going back...to the earth...to the bones...something of that manner. It is of no consequence to me, why should I care where he goes?" I did not push the issue further, but was immediately by the memory of when I found Lucavi. The image of the mud, and possibly blood splattered boy lit up behind my eyes as the lightning in the background illuminated his eerily youthful features. So now I'm going on a little drive.Walking past the couch on my way out, I grabbed the bags with Lucavi's new clothes in them before hopping into the car.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:48 pm
My eyes are scanning the ditches along the road as I drive along, but so far I haven't even found any road kill, let alone Lucavi, and the mansion where all of those children seemed to manifest from was looming closer. The sun is beginning to set - damnit! I can't have him sleeping outside in the cold! I've got to find him soon...wait...what was that? Something in the road...not much, but something, and that's the most I've had to go on all day. Road kill...some road kill, at least. A bloody animal limb, to be precise. I'm more concerned with where the rest of the animal is...and a pair of bloody footprints leading past a ditch and into the sparse forest seem to be pointing out where that might be. Guess I'm about to find out for sure myself. Damn, if this was his work...I can barely stomach looking at it, how the hell can he stand to...yeah, those are a child's footprints, although they're lost immediately in the dirt...and the trees are denser than I thought. Rubber tire scraps and hunks of rusted metal liter the ground, reminding me that I'm not very far from the road. Blood splattered over tree roots and soaked into the ground seems to say that the carnage is fresh...and the smell is getting worse, yes, I must be getting near. Angled shafts of light filter through the foliage from behind me as the sun sets, lighting up a crouching figure ahead of me...mud soaked, blood soaked...do I really want him back? Yes! God, what kind of guardian am I? "Lucavi! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Pissed is an understatement...but what's this? His eyes are as pathetic as his slumping figure, and I suddenly remember that he's still only a child. "I-I'm...I'm..." He is in fact covered in blood and mud, but it's different now was the fading sunlight sifts over his face. Coming a little closer, I kneel down next to him, ignoring the smell and certainly not looking for the rest of the road kill. "You're running away" I finish for him. "Yes..." "Why?" "Be...cause I can't do it...I belong here..." "Wait, wait...do what?" "School! That mall was bad enough!" He looks away from me, but I persist, gently. "Oh...oh, Luca, it's alright..." "Spare me the sentimental bull s**t, I won't get it from anybody else, I don't need it from you..." "Hey! You can spare me that attitude, like it or not, you're my son, and you live with me, not out here. So if this is about not fitting in..." "It's not about that! I don't care if people hate me..." "So, then, what is it? Do you just hate people?" "Yes." "...For being...afraid of you?" "No! For not being worth the bones they're built with. I'm not going to be another clone, and I'm not going to be another empty shell. So if school is filled with the idiots I've seen everywhere else, I'll stay out here, away from them!" "Listen, if you stay out here, you'll become something worse, you'll be a cold, sniveling beggar, somebody who never goes anywhere or does anything in life. A person who never learns and never really lives. Trust me, this is not living, and you can only teach yourself so much..." "This is how I like to live!" "You won't like living this way when you're only a step away from being like that damn road kill! No one can make you change who you are, you can grow up to be a mortician for all I care, but you're moving forward with your life!" "I...I'll come back home..." "And school?" "I don't want to be surrounded by..." "You won't become shallow just by being around shallow people, it's not something you can catch. You heard the people at the mall, you're nothing like anybody else, and you're always in control of who you want to be." "But...I...I just can't stand to be around them! What...what if...I do this again?" His eyes had been fixed on the carnage a few yards in front of him. "Well, you haven't killed Gully yet, so I have faith in you." I really shouldn't want to chuckle at times like this. "But...well, I have something for you that may help, I bought it while we were at the mall, here..." Dipping my hand into the bag that I had slung over my shoulder as I stepped out of the car, a small, black book soon comes into view. It's a simple journal, with a black, hard cover exterior hiding the blank pages within. "It's a journal. Whenever you feel like...dissecting somebody's brain...just write, or scribble, or draw, or do whatever the hell you want in it, ok? You'll get through school, and you'll move on." "Alright...fine, I'll do it." I'm mortified to watch, but, taking the journal, he opens the cover and smears "Luca" onto the first page with his finger covered in god knows what. Walking back to the car, I watch him carefully, but he follows me without a word, simply clutching his new journal to his chest. God, I hope it's enough... ((And that's the last of the first person present tense narrative for me! x.x))
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 4:32 pm
Lucavi Write in this thing whenever I feel like ripping something apart, he tells me. Write my feelings away...are feelings really that easy to get rid of? I don't know, but I'll try, I guess. I still feel like digging my nails into something, but... Yeah, so, I tried to run away. Got pretty damn far, too. It's not that I don't like this family. They're probably better than most, in fact. Living in this little s**t house helps to keep them modest, at least. So many people crammed into such a small space brings out a very human element in them that I can't quite put my fingers on. I like it, though. Makes them seem real. They're all afraid of me, too. Good, I like that. It makes me feel in charge, but more importantly, it makes me feel different. It's laughable every time that orange-checked boy, apple of his father's eye, jumps at my scowl, and invigorating. I wonder if he has nightmares about me? Not that he needs to, his reactions are enough to keep me from wanting to dissect him. True, I dissect purely out of interest in the body. I praise the body, as well as the dead. It's all very amazing, so much I don't understand, and so much that scares everybody else away. But I also dissect out of frustration. I suppose then it becomes ripping things apart, but is it my fault shallow people cause so much frustration in me? That's why I like the dead. There is no standard of beauty amongst corpses. But there is a hierarchy of beauty where they want to ******** send me. It'll be a miracle if I can get through the day without ripping my own hair out at..."school." If it's anything like "mall"...well, then ******** it. From what I can tell, school will just be full the children of all of the shallow idiots I saw at the mall. I can hope that the kids have something to teach their parents, but chances are they're just worse. It's not even what they said that bothers me, like the Mako-person figured. No, I want to disturb them. That means I'm not like them. But that just means that they're shallow, and even if I do scare them, I still don't want to be surrounded by them. Scaring them is just my way of making the best of a bad situation, I guess. Hot Topic, or "the most expensive damn store in the mall," whatever it's called, at least it was different in there. Not that I liked it in there. But the whispering stopped, and people didn't run around trying to impress each other. They weren't all clones of each other, like the rest of the damn mall. No, they just sat there, listening to their shitty music, not caring whether you knew how shitty it was or not. At least I can respect that. Hah, too ******** bad they all looked too young to have kids - well, at least in my grade. So, this is my tool to help me survive through school and, in turn, help them get through it with all of their limbs still attached. Not that I'm gonna leave my other tools behind. I don't trust those little shits, and my sharpened bone fragments are staying wherever I can keep them tucked away. Not to mention, my sharpened nails. Otherwise, I'll just have to keep them away with my general appearance. Like how some bugs in the rainforest have bright colorations that say 'I'M POISONOUS, KEEP AWAY' to the predators. Different and in control. They're not getting eaten, right? I'd consider that in control. So, until my next entry. Which, I guess, will be once I'm in school. Ugh. Hope I'm not convicted of murder. -Luca
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 10:26 pm
There was a new kid in school. The type of kid nobody talked to, but everybody talked about. That was how it always was. Lucavi had predicted it, and so the whispers came. Children, however, apparently weren't quite as discrete as their parents, as the whispers were often accompanied by cruel laughter, or whispers that bordered more along the lines of vicious teasing than curiosity or fear. Lucavi would've much preferred the fear...he'd have to work harder to inspire more of it. His efforts, he supposed, had been hindered by Mako this morning. Shouldn't parental figures be supportive? Whatever. A plot to terrorize the student body wasn't something he was expecting to get a whole lot of support for anyways. He did not, however, need his preparations being wasted. He had planned much worse for this day, but his tracks were absent, as seen to by Mako. A shame, really. Lucavi thought the bloody boot-prints might go along with the floor tiles. Then again, he had never been much for interior design. At least the janitors were still scowling...they were just lucky he didn't show him what was causing the clacking noises underneath his clothes, which were as ragged and matted with dirt as they had been since the day they came off the shelves. His state of filth cried out for a mop and a bucket of suds, though a fire hose seemed more appropriate. Nicknames were already circulating. "The savage." "The freak." "The monster." "Satan." 'How unoriginal,' Lucavi mused to himself. He had only heard his true name once during the day. "Lucavi?" It was role call, and the teacher's eyes were scanning the room. Her gaze seemed to jump over Lucavi, as if hoping that he would never raise his hand, that it was a mistake that he was here. Many kids got lost their first day, after all... "Me," the child said. She knew he would - he was as unfamiliar as his name - but she still suppressed a sight cringe, knowing that this child would be sitting before her daily. He didn't look up from his desk, but she thought she saw the flicker of a twisted grin, as if he had been reading her thoughts(although probably just her body language), and a chill ran down her spine, causing her to shudder more visibly. And worse yet, she knew what she had to do next. "Class, we're l-lucky enough to have a knew student with us, as some of you might have noticed. L...Lucavi, would you please come up to the front of the class, please?" She was normally so composed around her students, but this child...child? "No." He was inescapably concise. "Excuse me? Now, now...I really must insist that..." "I can make enough of a spectacle out of myself without your help." Well, he was right there. "If you want to make a spectacle out of yourself, then that's up to you, but it's my duty to introduce you to your class mates!" She had built up a head of steam, but it quickly dwindled as he met her gaze with his piercing blue eyes. "I...I really must insist..." Lucavi gave a frustrated grunting noise and stood up, leaving the teacher looking rather startled, as if not realizing that her order was being followed. As Lucavi walked forward, however, he passed right by the crumbling authority figure and went up to the chalkboard. Cracking his knuckles, he reached up and wrapped his nails against the chalkboard. "I'm Lucavi." If his voice couldn't sound any less inviting, the sound following it certainly did. One scratched up chalkboard and a classroom full of headaches. 'First impressions are the most important,' Lucavi told himself as a collective groan met his approval. The walk back to his seat went almost uninterrupted. "We use chalk in this class, young man!" the teacher found herself yelling, as if the boy had been trying to write something on the board. Stopping in mid-step, Lucavi turned his head towards her and watched her lose her last semblance of control. "Chalk is made out of the crushed bones of small animals." He took his seat. The teacher suddenly felt herself to be around retirement age.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 6:40 pm
"You're going!" Makokun yelled, finally exerting some parental authority over Lucavi. He wondered how long it would last...especially since he was now the target of that cold-as-death stare of Luca's... "You're a part of the contest, and you're going to be respectful and show up to the award ceremony! And if you don't win, you can sink back into that state of self-induced seclusion and be happy that nobody thinks anything of you!" "I's a damn BEAUTY PAGEANT! You signed me up, you're just mocking me, aren't you? It was never my damn choice!" Luca spat back in disgust. A beauty pageant - how the hell could he?! "You can go in my place, and tell them to all to rot into the ******** ground already if I win." Neither of them seemed ready to back down. "I signed you up so you could have the chance to be surrounded by people more like yourself - obviously, surrounding you with human company doesn't help a damn thing! Who knows, maybe one of them is as twisted and morbid as you! You need to talk to somebody other than yourself all damn day!" "Maybe if they're as 'twisted' as me, they're not going either! I'm not, I'm NOT subjecting myself to their social hang-ups just to be mocked! They're no ******** different from the humans, they're just twice as worse - twice as loud, twice as obnoxious, twice as flashy, twice as annoying." "You've got some kind of nerve to be commenting on social hang-ups! You can just shut the hell up, you're the one trying to scare them off, you're the one with the damn social hang-ups. The fact that you like picking things apart is just an added bonus, right? You just do it to distance yourself, to keep people away! You're not running away because you're the one sending them running, is that how you justify it? Either way, you're hiding - but what the hell are you scared of?!" "...Fine, I'll go." "Of having fun? Of fitting in?" "I'll ******** GO!" Luca's arms were tensed, ending in balled fists as he shouted his response, before falling almost into to a slump as he turned away, his voice lowering to a nearly inaudible volume as well as he felt defeat. "I'm not the same." "Then get in the car." Mako didn't feel like pushing it anymore than he had to. The car ride, in contrast with the exchange in the living room, was uncomfortably quiet. It was a rigid silence that neither of them dared to break. Mako had felt a great wave of relief wash over him as he exited the living room. Not only had he enforced something successfully for once, but he had gotten Lucavi to talk to him. The fact that they were more screaming than talking was insignificant. He was making a connection. He only hoped he hadn't scared the rest of his children...and he half wished he could've persuaded Lucavi into something more formal than his ragged attire, like the dress coat and slacks he himself was wearing for the occasion, but that would just be misrepresentation. Glancing over at Luca, he noticed a scowl that seemed more introverted than it did indifferent, like normal. Before he had time to dote on it, however, he found himself driving through the parkinglot of the mansion where the festivities were to be held. Pulling into an empty spot, he took the key out of the ignition and stepped out of the car as the engine fell silent. "We're here," Mako said gruffly, losing Lucavi as the headlights flickered out. The rumble of the car had been the only wall between them, helping them maintain their own silence, but now Mako felt a responsibility to see Lucavi through the doors of the mansion. "Come on, we're already late." "I'm here, I came, now leave me alone." His voice was quiet, which made it haunting. Mako was not used to this side of Luca. "At least get out of the car...don't make me drag you out of it!" Lucavi kicked the car door open and leapt out, slamming the door shut again in response, as if to say 'I don't want to be in your damn car anyway.' Satisfied so far, Mako headed towards the entrance to the mansion, gawking slightly at the sheer size. He felt as if he should be holding his breath as he passed beyond the main doors - instead, he looked back over his shoulder and yelled "Get in here!" But it was useless - he couldn't even see Lucavi anymore. Well, he'd at least won one battle, and that was enough for him. Turning back around, he let himself fall into amazement at his lavish surroundings. Scoffing as he watched Mako gawk, Lucavi kicked a stone across the ground, watching it roll out of sight. "Surround him with silver and gold and he turns into an idiot, just like the rest of them" he muttered to himself. Yet...he had seen so much, earlier. "Too much...too much of me..." He most certainly did not like being read like a book...how did he look into him so clearly? Feeding his curiosity, Lucavi edged toward the door of the mansion he had been all to eager to break out of and peered in, his icy blue eyes scanning the narrow portion of the room displayed before him. Mako had since darted across the room to find himself in the company of a young man, Luca observed. A young man he thought he'd often seen about the house, or out with Mako, in fact... Yes, definitely the same person, as Mako was now hugging him, and looking rather enamored, at that. But what was this man to Mako? He was just like everyone else! What did he matter? Didn't they know that they were all just going to die anyway? What was the point?? 'Why don't I understand people?' he wondered, before correcting himself, 'No, why don't people make sense?' Frustrated, he sulked away from the door as the noise inside the mansion increased significantly. He thought...imagined he had heard his name...otherwise, they could've been cheering or screaming for all that Lucavi knew...or cared. Attaching tendons to bone made much more sense to him than attaching logic to their whimsy. Suddenly, a kiddlet came bolting around the corner of the mansion, his arms waving frantically in the air as his legs moved almost too fast for his body to keep up. Spotting Lucavi, the child rushed over to the preteen, pulling at his already torn shirt as he reached him. Lucavi simply stared down at him, wondering why he had to fall victim to this. "HIDE ME HIDE ME HIDE ME!" the kiddlet demanded, looking around nervously, unaware of the fact that he had probably just given up his location as he made such a racket. "HIDE ME MISTER HIDE ME!" "Don't call me that" Lucavi said, paying the child as little attention as possible. "But if he sees me, I lose!" Gritting his teeth, the kiddlet reached his arm back before lunging forward and punching Lucavi in the knee. "Hide me! If he sees me, I lose! HIDE ME!" Lucavi winced slightly, taken aback a bit...not by the child's actions, no, he had become accustomed to such bratty behavior from the kiddlets. But what he said...needless to say, Lucavi didn't know what "hide and seek" was. Swiping at the kid's wrist, he grabbed it and tossed the brat away from him, scowling. "It's not hiding if you don't hide by yourself, kid!" He was all too glad to leave soon after, with Mako smelling of idiocy, and slurring his speech to match.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 2:23 pm
Lucavi What the hell does 666 mean anyways? Are people so stupid as to be afraid of the repetition of numbers now? Mark of the beast? People just keep on finding more ridiculous ways to scare themselves. And apparently, they want to attach them all to me. It's amusing, though. June 6th, 2006, there was nothing supernatural about it. The only thing separating it from every other day was people themselves being afraid of nothing. It was a normal school day, there were no explosions, school shootings, and the skies did not rain hellfire and brimstone. There wasn't even a bomb threat. But the fact that I had gone to school seemed to make up for all of that. Am I the son of Satan? That's what they told me. Maybe we're all the sons of satan, all of us who came from that mansion. We're certainly not human, that's for sure. I wonder if any of the others have noticed that? If humans were "created in God's image," then whose image might we have been created in? That is, of course, if any of those things really do exist. I'm more interested in the implications humans put behind them. 666. Mark of the beast. Satan. Evil. Death. Fear. That's what it all really comes down to. The fear of death. Humans just need to give it a name and turn it into something physical. They can't fear what they don't understand, so they turn it into a tangible fear, but the funny thing is, their fears become incredibly like them. I wonder how they don't see the humor in it. After all, I might not be human, but I've been mistaken as one so far, and still they call me the son of Satan, a source of fear. So I represent death. Perfect. I think what it really comes down to is a fear of what's different. Death and evil aren't the same thing. But they have to believe that to support their fears, and so they jeer at me in the hallways, and whisper about me behind my back. But every hushed word is crystal clear. Obviously my senses are heightened compared to theirs. "I bet today's his favorite holiday..." "He'll probably ********' kill us all" "I wonder what Satan told him to do today?" "Creepy b*****d should be back in hell celebrating" "He'll probably sacrifice a baby tonight" And finally, the ultimate display of fear - an act of violence. "Get the ******** out of our school, freak!" And he shoved me up against a locker, but I didn't care, and I made that clear with a blank stare. The lines in his forehead and the snarl of teeth reminded me of the many animals I've picked apart. Absolutely savage. God's image was all of the sudden very akin to a beast's. "Well, you look the part, but you lack the mark of 'the beast,' is that your failsafe?" "What? What the hell are you talking about?! You little..." "Should I carve it into you?" "What the hell?? You're a ******** demon! I oughta..." " You speak of hell now, so don't you deserve it, beast?" "I'LL KICK YOUR a**!" And so he lunged. And I redirected his face into the locker. The sickeningly sweet sound of bone and cartilage parting. I'd recognize it anywhere. It was even better than the high pitched screams of several girls who had come to watch. Some spectators. He fell back hard, the thud resonating, sending tingles of pleasure up my spine. I knew it before I saw it. The smell was in the air - granted, it was mixed with the taint of my clothing. Blood was issuing from his nose, which was broken and crooked, almost threatening to break away from his face. He gave a scream, and blood spewed out over the floor as it ran down his lips and chin, forking down his neck and soaking into his shirt. The blood-freckles floor at my feet reminded me of home, each dissection replaying itself in a different little droplet. He was screaming up at me, screaming at the difference between us, while I stared into the beautiful splatter of crimson, trying to discover what that difference was. "Your nose is broken. Go to the nurse." The beast. -Luca
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 8:51 pm
Summer had arrived in a sweltering wave of heat, effectively cutting Lucavi's school year short. It was only a trial year, Mako had said, to get Lucavi used to the environment before his next year. Reflecting back on it, Mako thought it might have been more of a trial year for the other students, rather than Lucavi. Lucavi had proven himself competent at the school work he had been exposed to, but that had never been Mako's worry. As he had suspected, it was the other students who had proven incompetent at adjusting to Lucavi. Mako couldn't very well blame them, either. At this point, merely looking at Lucavi gave Mako chills. His growth as of late had been quite noticeable - specifically the definition of his muscles, which added to the threatening air about him that was upheld by his glare. The scars marring his arms added to his threatening image, and although they somehow always seemed to heal over, Lucavi appeared to keep himself in a constant state of indifferent injury, each scar being replaced by yet another as they fade away with little notice from the preteen. These features, as always, were to be found underneath the caked on layers of dirt and dried blood, which seemed to be more apart of Lucavi's being than the ever-changing scars. His clothes did little to hide any of this, as they had proven to not be up to enduring the wear and tear that his body did. There was little point to even wearing his shirts anymore, their purpose having been completely lost in their shredded states, with the fabric stretching across his chest in sinews that barely held themselves together. If there was any reason to it anymore, it was probably to appease Mako - but in this effort they were also made futile, as Mako spoke out one day. "Luca, your clothes...they're not even clothes anymore..." "I'm wearing them, aren't I?!" Luca snapped back on his way out the door. The back of his pants had a rather revealing tear that Mako would really prefer Luca not go show off to the world... "There's no point to be wearing those, you might as well be naked!" "Well if society would let go of their hang-ups..." "You NEED new clothes!" "You're NOT taking me to the mall!" he said, absolutely resolved against it, remembering his last experience at the mall with a particular clarity. As if school hadn't been bad enough - at least the point of it was to learn. The mall was just a breeding ground for idiots, in Lucavi's opinion. "No...I'm not" Mako agreed. "But then how the hell are we going to get you...?" "Let me handle it." He took another step towards the door. "Wait...how?" "Just trust me. I'll handle it right now, ok?" And he walked out the door before Mako could say anything else. He knew exactly where he would go. It was exceptionally hot out today, the sun feeling like it was twice as close as normal. Sweat soaked through Lucavi's hair, which had recently grown longer than normal. He watched a bead of sweat culminate at his bangs, bobbing in front of his eyes for a moment before dripping away to the ground. His hair was so tangled and matted that even if he had tried to cut it, he wasn't sure if he would've been able to. Instead, he merely pulled as much of his hair as he could to the side of his head in a sloppy bun, effectively keeping most of his hair out of his way. It bobbed up and down as he walked, two long bones from the forelegs of a dog sticking through it, helping to keep the mess of hair in place. Sweat continued to drip from his bangs. His body wasn't the only thing that had been changing as of late. Without school to distract him as of late, he had noticed a void growing inside him. It was as if deep down, somewhere he'd never be able to reach, even if he were to tear his own body apart like the animals that had fallen before him, there was a yearning that he couldn't satisfy. At least, not on his own... Carnal pleasure. 'That's got to be it,' he concluded to himself. 'Nothing more than that.' He drilled this thought into his mind as he headed towards his destination while imagining different carnal delights that might satisfy his hunger. Flesh, he was oh-so used to it and the pastimes it provided...but how could somebody else...how could he need somebody else? How could somebody else sate his desires? He had run out of time to ponder this question, but in truth he was glad to see his destination finally in front of him. He would have to be careful not to let his mind wander so far on his return trip. That wouldn't be too big of a problem, however, as he was sure he'd have his arms full. Kicking the rusted gate open with a savage force, he made his way into the unoccupied city dump.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:00 pm
Makokun watched with a narrowed eye as Lucavi walked out the door, getting the last word, as usual. The boy, though only 12, was getting rather sinewy, his harsh body image reflecting his attitude perfectly. It didn't help that his clothes seemed to be falling apart more with each step he took, or that they no longer fit him properly anyways. Hence Mako could barely bring himself to stare at the boy for long, much less carry out an argument with him. Perhaps that also helped explain the meeting Mako had gone to at Luca's school during the last week of classes. "You see, a few weeks ago, Lucavi was apparently involved in an...accident...which resulted in one of his fellow students breaking their nose..." the principal had said rather nervously, his eyes darting between Makokun and Lucavi, both of whom sat in front of his desk. "And why am I just now being told this?!" Mako replied, clearly irritated. It was one thing if Luca was running around breaking peoples' noses, but it was quite another if this was a result of the school being completely irresponsible. "Well, the...victim..." "Victim?" Luca scoffed. "The boy who broke his nose," the principal reiterated, "didn't seem to want to give us the exact details of what happened..." "I bet he didn't" Lucavi interjected again with a sneer. "If you don't mind! He was very hesitant to tell us how it all happened, or even who was involved. The same goes for all of the students we've questioned who might've witnessed the incident. Unfortunately, there were no teachers around..." "Wait, just what are you implying, Mr. Vernicelli?" Mako's irritation was clearly growing. "Well...given the situation, it would appear to me that these students had been threatened..." "So you're accusing Lucavi of both breaking the boy's nose and threatening all of the bystanders? Rather tall order for a 12 year old to get away with!" His grip was tightening on the edge of Mr. Vernicelli's desk, his nails making their presence known as they dug into the wood. "And I didn't do either" Luca added in his indifferent tone. "Just because everybody's threatened by me doesn't mean that I'm threatening them. Of course they don't want me to know that they squealed on me, they think I'll come and cu..." "Luca!" Mako intervened with a slight cough. "I...I suppose there is a difference..." Mr. Vernicelli picked up after a moment of silence. "But still, we did eventually get names out of people, and they were all yours...how do you explain this?" "Did they say I broke his nose?" Lucavi replied. "No, not exactly...but they did say you were directly involved." "Involved in defending myself. He insulted me, lunged at me, and broke his own nose against a locker. Am I going to get punished for moving out of the way? I'm the one who told him to go to the nurse. And you know, I'm positive there was a teacher around when I got called the spawn of satan in the middle of class that day, why don't you go look into that?" Lucavi said, fixing Mr. Vernicelli with his cold, unrelenting glare. "Ummm...well, since it is the end of the school year and all...well...you're both excused." "I'm not a student, Mr. Vernicelli" Mako said before standing up and leading the way out the door with Luca following behind him. Mr. Vernicelli slumped in his seat as the door closed. That boy... 'That boy!' Mako thought, this time closing the door as Luca left. 'Where is he going, anyways? Where does he think he's gonna get clothes?' Shrugging it off, he headed back to his room as the meeting at the school began to replay itself in his head again.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:36 am
The city dump was unnecessarily surrounded by a chain link fence - unnecessarily because nobody in their right mind ever came near the place anyways. But years and years of rust was bringing the fence down anyways, rendering it even more pointless than it already was. Signs reading things like "Trespassers will be prosecuted" mattered only to people who cared, or didn't know how false the statements were, which did not include Lucavi. He had, after all, been coming here since he had lived at the mansion, and nobody had stopped him yet. In fact, he had a friend working at the entrance, and as far as Luca could tell, his presence only brightened up the man's otherwise dismal job. The poor guy fated to monitor the entrance of the dump seemed to have the entire dump memorized and categorized by sections of different types of trash. It was always "Tires over in'nah left corner, if yer looking fer extra rubber!" or "Ah found 'nother neck tie t'add ter my collection th'other day, they always pour in 'round father's day, never once used!" Yes, the man collected really corny neck ties. Luca sure as hell hoped that the city was paying this man more than minimum wage, but he severely doubted it. Unfortunately, he was not at his station today. 'Must be out looking for more neck ties' Luca reasoned as he peered into the dump, trying to locate the man. No luck. It seemed he'd have to find his own way in this time. 'Well, at least that means I can skip the usual tour' he thought, having already memorized himself where anything of value could be found. Surveying his surroundings, he surmised that up and over the fence was the easiest way in, so he set to it. There was barbed wire at the top of the fence, but Luca didn't care much. If it scratched him, it'd just be adding to the on-going flow of scars across his arms, and other parts of his body not so readily visible. Nearing the top, he grabbed at a post that was holding the barbed wire in place, though it wasn't quite angled down toward Luca anymore, like it would've been had the fence been new, making his ascent that much easier. Pulling the rest of his body up along the rusted fence, his arms got scratched by the dulled barbed wire in the progress, but not enough for him to give it any attention. His body heaved itself over the top of the fence, all of him clearing it except for his boot, which had gotten snagged. He wore his boots loosely anyways, so it came right off, and he landed on his knees, looking back at his bare foot before shrugging and making his way into the dump. He knew exactly where he was heading, and he wouldn't be surprised if he found his friend already rummaging through the stuff there, on his quest for more neck ties. While Mako usually either passed everybody's clothes on down through the family as hand-me-downs or donated them to charity, it seemed that there were quite a few people within the city content with carelessly throwing their clothes away, sending entire garbage bags full of clothes they've either outgrown or grown bored of to the dump. Luca was disgusted at the profound wastefulness of it, but at least he was there to monopolize off of it! The clothes were going to charity whether the former owners liked it or not. The dump itself was a series of beaten pathways weaving around mountains of trash faintly sorted into different categories. As it was still all trash, however, a lot of the piles simply appeared as if they should be labeled "miscellaneous." The aroma differed with each section of the dump, the smell changing from one heap of trash to the other, but none of it was too incredibly bad - nothing worse than a paper mill, at least, and certainly nothing that bothered Lucavi very much. He was used to the decay. Making his way around a few heaps of trash, the black garbage bags he knew to be filled with clothes came into sight. Looking around, he noted that his friend still wasn't to be seen before grabbing a sharp piece of metal protruding from a near-by pile and heading forward. Slashing at the black plastic, he cut the garbage bag open and pulled out its contents - dresses, blouses, skirts, bras - this was definitely all women's clothing. Tossing that bag to the side, he pulled down another one near the top, so as to not disturb the rest, and cut into it, savoring the feeling of the jagged metal slicing through the plastic. Bibs, bonnets, and little booties - all baby clothes. At least the idiots who had thrown all of this away had made it easy for him to sort through! The next bag seemed to finally offer a few possibilities, with lots of pants and button up shirts. Spilling them over the ground, he kicked through them, looking for something suitably sized. Picking up a pair of pinstripe pants, he held them up to his waist. They were somewhat tattered, but it was nothing he couldn't fix, and the important thing was that they were indeed the right size. 'So much easier than window shopping' he thought with a smirk, picking up a similar pair of black jeans. After loading up on a few more pairs of pants, he chose some button up shirts, figuring it didn't really matter how big they were, seeing as they were missing all of their buttons anyways, and he could just shred the sleeves to whatever length he liked. Finally, he picked a few large articles of clothing to use as scrap material for patching up his other tattered choices. He had only used a needle on a few occasions, so his stitching would be rough, but as long as it was sturdy, he didn't care how it'd look. Hell, he was shopping at a dump, being fashionable obviously wasn't one of his priorities. Satisfied with his selections, he put them in the empty garbage bag and slung it over his back, preparing to leave. He was glad getting out would be easier than getting in - then he remembered his boot. He supposed he'd need a new pair of shoes as well. Looking around, he spotted a pair wedged between 2 garbage bags and pulled them out. Red converse, not that he cared - you'd definitely be able to see his toes peeking out of them, with how the rubber souls were just barely hanging on. Nothing a little duct tape couldn't fix, though! Positive he had everything he needed, Luca made his way back to the entrance, simply unlocking the gate from the inside and setting back on his trail home. He'd leave his boot there, to let his friend know that he stopped by. If Mako wasn't satisfied with these clothes, well, he could just go and blow all of his money at Hot Topic again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 1:08 pm
((I'll edit only to add more of the RP later if any more does occur - I had been waiting to see if it would end before I posted, and I guess it kind of fizzled out, at least, for now. I would just keep posting it in new posts, but I don't want to interrupt the rough timeline I've got mapped out for this journal. So, Luca and Than, probably Luca's first real bit of social interaction - enjoy!)) Mal's birthday party Luca Mako headed up the Karlet mansion's driveway, gift in hand, peering back over his shoulder to make sure Lucavi was following. The boy caught his gaze and glared back, following him begrudgingly. His holey boots scuffed against the pavement as they neared the mansion, the toes of his boots knocking carelessly against each step up to the stoop, denoting their arrival. Mako knocked politely on the door before pushing it open and peeking in. Seeing that some people had already arrived, he took a step in, signaling Lucavi to follow. Thankfully, he had managed to drag Luca here on a cleaner day, after a rather mandatory bath, though while his skin and hair were clean, his clothes were still rather tattered, despite their being his best. And while his hair was clean, it still seemed to mirror the unruliness of his clothes, being scattered everywhere. Smiling and nodding to the other guests, Mako made his way up to the guest book as Lucavi closed the door behind him. Picking up the pen with his free hand, he tapped the capped end against the paper thoughtfully for a few moments before flipping it over and leaving his message to the birthday boy. Mal - it seems only yesterday that you were the skittish little shock of bright green hair, but look how you've grown! It's been a privilege to watch you grow into the wonderful boy I know today, but you've still got some growing to do yet, and I'm sure you'll become greater still. A very happy birthday to you! ~Mako and Lucavi Hoping Luca wouldn't mind that he signed his name...moreover, hoping that Luca wouldn't read the entry, Mako set down the pen and turned to offer a smile to the others in his presence as Luca sulked in the background. ************************************************** "The hell?!" Mako jumped and spun around, his eyes darting from the broken window to the brick on the ground. The shattered glass laying around it glinted in the sun light pouring in from the broken window above. Then something else caught his eye - Luca inching towards the glass, his eyes full of intent. "Luca! Come on! We're going into the other room!" he yelled to the boy after all the Karletians bustled about, Caleb having made his announcement. Luca scowled, waiting for the crowd of people to make their way into the other room before following slowly, sparing the guest book only a glance before moving on. Mako made his way into the room with the rest of the crowd, moving to set his present on the designated table. ************************************************** Leaving his gift on the table, Mako turned around to keep an eye on Luca, making sure he left the evacuated room. The scent of burgers then caught his attention, and the rumbling of his stomach joined in the effort to effectively take his mind off of Lucavi. Chewing on a burger, Mako smiled and accepted the flower as Soco handed it to him, twirling it in his free hand. Luca also caught the scent of meat and headed over to the food to sink his teeth into a burger. His eyes stared determinedly forward, sparing nobody a glance in his stubborn defiance. He hadn't even wanted to come... ************************************************** Luca glanced up from his food to see what the commotion about, eyeing the green haired teen and thinking 'great, another step forward for vanity' before biting back into his burger, not caring that juice was running down his chin. ************************************************** Luca finished off his burger rather voraciously, licking at his lips and sparing the food table another glance, starting to get anxious - anxious to leave. His nails pressed into his own palms, biting sharply into his skin as he tried to occupy himself, not wanting to leave the task up to anybody else.
Than Than had wandered over in Lucavi's direction, picking away at chicken and chips. He eyed the juices running down the other boy's chin with a look of mild distaste. Ever wanting to be helpful, Than offered Lucavi his napkin.
Luca Lucavi looked only momentarily at the cake before deciding that he didn't need to stuff his face with pure sugar. Scanning the room again, he noticed a blonde boy of about his age heading towards him. 'A napkin?' he watched the boy's eyes dart to his chin - aaah. Fine, whatever, if it would get the kid off his back. Swiping the napkin out of the boy's hands, he whiped his face clean and handed it back with a smirk, wondering if he'd take it back.
Than Than watched passively as Lucavi wiped at his face. Once done, he gave the boy a quick nod in satisfaction, but turned and walked away -- leaving the napkin hanging from Lucavi's hand.
Luca Luca scoffed as the blonde boy promptly turned and walked off, leaving him there looking like an idiot - how rude, to treat a guest this way! First implying that his face was disgusting enough to need cleaning and then abandoning him. Of course, Luca had been hoping the kid would go away anyways, but now his bored mind was stretching for thoughts to fill itself with. Following the blonde, he overtook him and dropped the dirty napkin onto the boy's plate of chicken and chips. "Your napkin back" he muttered before making his way across the room, to where, he didn't know.
Than Than's eyes shifted, following Lucavi's retreat to the otherside of the room. He tossed the plate into a large trash bin and took a new napkin from the table. He then made his way around the room, stopping once he was infront of the other boy. He gave Lucavi a grim smile. Delicately, Than licked a corner of the napkin, then raised it to Lucavi's face, wiping off a spot the other had missed. That done, Than tucked the napkin into Lucavi's shirt collar like a bib, and once again turned and walked away. "Aww, look, they're flirting," Malachite said with no small amount of amusement in his tone. Adrian's smirk grew. "I know, isn't it cute?"
Luca Mako caught the scene as well, watching and chuckling amusedly. Catching a similar look of amusement on Adrian's face, he sidled his way around the edge of the room, making his way over to Adrian and Mal with a grin. "Who'd have thought they'd interact with eachother, eh?" he mused. "Good to see them both coming out of their shells a little, though." Mako just hoped Luca didn't do anything drastic... Lucavi scowled, glaring at the blonde brat as he had the audacity to give him a spit wash! He resisted the urge to snap at the kid's fingers, immediately ripping he napkin out from his shirt collar. Who the hell did this kid think he was? Well, Luca could tell he had come from the mansion too, at least... and he'd be damned if he was going to make one of those brats make a fool out of him and saunter off like nothing had happened. Following the boy, he tried to bring his seething down to a mild glare. "You're from the mansion, aren't you?" he said quietly, right behind the boy. "Enjoying your escape now, are you? Living the high life here?" he growled softly, pulling in front of the boy. "Well, you missed a spot" he said, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a sharpened bone fragment(damn, Mako thought he had gotten rid of them all!) before dragging it across his forearm. Dabbing at some of the blood that pooled, he then swiped the end of his bloody finger across the tip of the blonde's nose. Thankfully, it was only a shallow scratch, and it was already starting to scab as he walked off.
Than Adrian glanced up as Mako came over to watch the show with them. "Yeah, it's quite the interesting situation," the guardian agreed. "Let's see how it plays out." Than stopped short as Lucavi ducked in front of him. The blonde tilted his head to one side as the other mentioned the mansion. An escape? Was living with the Karlets an escape? Not exactly, but it wasn't half-bad, either. He blinked and went cross-eyed as Lucavi dabbed blood on his nose. Eww, AIDs! was his first thought, his face scrunching in disgust. He glanced around, trying to find something to disinfect his nose without touching it. Disinfectant, disinfectant... He sighed, gave up, and went to the bathroom down the hall. Once there, he washed his nose with antibacterial soap and dug around in the cupboards. Hana and Soco had been watching the scene from the kitchen and snuck away to join Than in the bathroom for a quick strategy meeting. They armed themselves well, and then returned to their posts -- Hana by the kitchen door, Soco by the dining room door, and Than made his way towards Lucavi once more. Adrian eyed the mischevous looks on their faces. "This can't be good," he murmured.
Luca Mako shuddered as Lucavi retaliated, ready to walk up to him and reprimand him, but he listened to Adrian and held his ground, content to watch everything play out. "Yeah, seems like something's up, doesn't it? Well...I bet Luca has it coming to him anyways" he commented. Luca kept his eyes on Than - he wasn't stupid enough to take his eyes off of his opponet, and this was certainly turning out to be war...well, at much war you can have under the cover of a birthday party. "Oh, good, you know how to clean yourself up, too" he remarked scathingly as Than came into ear shot. Cautiously, he eyed Than, knowing that the boy was hiding something... Well, if he was going to be secretive, Luca would take the othet road and lay his cards on the table. Reaching into his pockets again, he pulled out a few more sharp instruments, lining them up between his fingers, careful to keep it from looking too threatening.
Than Than had his hands behind his back as he continued his approach. He stopped at the sight of the sharp objects between Lucavi's fingers. He made a face and shook his head. Can't he have fun without being violent? Tsk. The blond smiled sweetly. In a quick movement, his arms extended forward, and colorful sticky string blew out of two aersol cans. He started dashing backward, just incase Lucavi decided to get violent.
Luca Lucavi stumbled back a bit, completely taken off guard by the silly string. What the hell?? Some of it got into his mouth, and he immediately began spitting it out - disgusting! Growling a bit under his breath, he fixed his eyes back on Than, although it was harder to see him through all of the colorful mess flying everywhere. Of course, he didn't mind getting messy in the least bit - it was being decked out in such festive colors that pissed him off. Lunging forward, he chased Than back towards the bathroom where he had come from.
Than At that moment, Lucavi chose to give chase. Adrian helped shove innocent bystanders out of the doorway, and he and Hana grabbed a hold of Lucavi after Than darted past. "Now, now, no running with sharp objects," the guardian reprimanded. The two of them carefully removed said sharp objects from the boy's fingers, even as he struggled, and Soco handed him a can of silly string in consolation. "There," Adrian said, letting the boy go. Than had stopped and watched the process from just behind the stair rail, near the dojo door. Now that Lucavi had been freed, he held his cans of silly string up, ready to dash down the hallway.
Luca Mako watched nervously as they restrained Lucavi, thinking to himself how he needed them at his house to do that whenever the boy tried to dash off to wherever the hell he always went. Getting rather annoyed, Luca simply dropped the rest of his instruments while they tried to remove them. They were more for intimidation...at least...in more social atmospheres. He wasn't going to disembowel this kid during the middle of the party, even he had enough common social sense to figure that people wouldn't like that. Once free, he looked at the can of silly string with a scoff - were they trying to insult him? But he took it anyways and gave chase, charging down the hallway after Than, not letting any flow of silly string impede him.
Than Than took off down the hallway, and around the corner to the right. And then he took another right, peeking around to see if Luca was still on his tail or not. He sprayed a little string, anyway, amused with the whole ordeal. How delightful, this sticky, colorful stringy stuff! He'd have to ask Adrian to send some back to GD's mansion for the other boys to play with.
Luca Lucavi chased Than around one corner before stopping as the boy rounded the second. Turning around, he headed back the other way, planning to catch the boy off guard from behind - either that or he'd run straight into him, but either way worked for him, as long as he caught the brat. Running back around one corner, he charged around 2 more corners before slowing down. Seeing as he'd not run into the boy yet, he figured that he'd have to stalk his prey.
Than Somehow Than had snuck out the backdoor, and went around the house to the side-door through the kitchen. He made his way back into the dining room and saw that Kaleb had given out cans of silly string to the girls. It made Than smile a little.
Luca Turning silently around another corner, Luca was beginning to wonder where that brat had gotten to... Maybe he had snuck into that door back there? Walking back, he opened the door and peered inside - just the bathroom. Stepping in, he checked behind the door to make sure Than wasn't hiding. nope - he wasn't in the shower, either. Moving to the sink, he noticed another can, a little different than the one he was holding. He had almost forgotten about his own. Setting his can down, he picked the other one up and inspected it. "Oh, this will be better than this ridiculous multi-colored string" he said to himself before leaving the bathroom and heading back to scan the party room.
Than Than had settled into one of the chairs in the dining room, waiting for Lucavi to come and find him. He'd grabbed another piece of cake and was delicately picking away at it when he spotted the preteen in the doorway. Calmly, he set his cake aside and continued sitting quietly, watching Lucavi and attempting to draw him inside the room just by looking at him.
Luca Lucavi locked eyes with Than, annoyed at the boy's demeaningly calm disposition. He didn't know why he was even wasting his time on the brat...he guessed it reminded him of hunting down, trapping, and fighting animals, just a very dulled down version, being in such a nauseating atmosphere. Yet the added factor of opposing human-level intelligence turned it into a different kind of challenge...so what was his next tactic? Unfortunately, the advantage was to the opposition. This was the boy's territory far more than his, and he didn't know anything about the boy himself, other than that he was a blonde who seemed to enjoy aggravating him. He could tell that Than was trying to lure him into the room, but frankly, he couldn't really see what else there was to do anyways, so he took the bait and headed towards Than with a grimace.
Than Than was quite pleased when Lucavi began stalking his way. A noise startled him, breaking his attention, as he turned to see one of the girls in a chair. She was covered with silly string, but didn't seem to have a can of her own. So, he did what any decent young man would do, and slipped one of his into her hand. Sure, it put him at a disadvantage, but this was a lady. (Albeit a very young one.) He then turned away from her, keeping an eye on Lucavi's advance.
Luca Keeping his eyes locked with Than's, save for when the boy looked away, Lucavi crept closer, weaving his way through the myriad of guests, issuing small grunts of annoyance in the process. His new can was pressed against his side, hiding it partially as he came up to Than's chair slowly, waiting for the boy to make a move.
Than Than eyed the can at Lucavi's side with a frown. It didn't look safe, whatever it was, certainly not as safe as silly string. He sighed softly, glancing around him. Mmhmm, Kiki would be right in the way if things got ugly, and that just wouldn't do. So, he did his best to position himself so that she would be out of the line of fire, and narrowed his eyes as a silent dare for Lucavi to reveal his weapon of choice.
Luca Figuring Than wasn't about to do anything too drastic if he hadn't done anything yet, Luca proceeded towards the blonde's chair, his intense, electric blue gaze flaring, causing his irises to contract threateningly as ethe boy taunted him. Leaning forward, he knelt on the edge of Than's chair with his knees, pulling from his can from side. Shaking it menacingly, he pointed it at the boy...and sprayed shaving cream out at him.
Than Than scooched back in his chair; his "enemy" was getting a little too close for comfort, but it didn't phase him. Once Lucavi started shaking his can, Than gave his can of silly string a quick shake, as well. They pressed the triggers at about the same time, and Than turned his head to try and keep the shaving cream out of his face. He still got some in his nose and eyes -- which wasn't too pleasant -- and he wiped it away and protected himself with his freehand. Once he recovered from the inital onslaught -- and his can of string ran empty -- Than began to giggle uncontrollably under all the shaving cream.
Luca The silly string piled onto Luca, but he didn't care, nor did he even blink. It all came off very easily anyways. The shaving cream would not. Yes, he was glad he upgraded his weapon. Bringing his can up, he made sure to spray some into the blonde's locks before emptying the can, leaving the kid covered in a frothy white mess. Without saying a word he pressed the empty can into the kid's gut, leaving it in his lap as he stood back up and walked off. He vaguely wondered how much of a spectacle they had made, but did not care to give his audience any acknowledgement, focusing instead on shaking a strand of silly string hanging down between his eyes loose from his matted hair.
Than Than was still giggling his little butt off, even as Lucavi skulked away. He hadn't expected the shaving cream attack, and found the whole thing... oddly amusing. He wiped as much shaving cream from his face as possible before getting up from his seat. In a flash, he tackled Lucavi from behind, attempting to get as much of the mess off of him and onto Lucavi as possible.
Luca Ignoring the fact that Than seemed to be enjoying himself, Lucavi felt quite content as well. He didn't know exactly what he had accomplished, or, rather, what the point of it all was, but it was still fulfilling - better than letting that little wretch of a kid go unopposed in...whatever had started this whole ordeal. Having expected Than to give chase and try to turn the mess on him, Lucavi began to run back towards the exit into the hallway, but the sudden weight piling on his back and driving him to the floor told him that he wasn't quite quick enough, as he fell right at the exit. Luca was completely used to being messy - in fact, it was being so clean that felt alien and uncomfortable to him - but this shaving cream was a different kind of messiness. Definitely not the caked on layers of sweat, blood, dirt and mud he was accustomed to. No, this was slippery and...ugh, it was like a clean version of filth. Blasphemy! And the fact that there was a body on top of him added multitudes of spectrums to the situation...grunting, he flipped then over with authority, bearing down on the blonde as if daring the boy to counter him.
Than Adrian continued watching the scene between Than and Lucavi with a rather perplexed look on his face. It was odd enough to see the blond interacting with someone outside the family, but to actually be laughing as he did it was even more unusual. In any case, he sent Rayen off to get the boys a couple of towels for after they got done flirting fooling around. Than yelped as Lucavi flipped them both over, but went right back to snickering to himself. He wiggled and ran his hands through his hair, getting handfuls of the shaving cream, and reached up to lightly slap them against Lucavi's face.
Luca Mako made his way back around to Adrian, his eyebrow raised high as he spotted Luca and Than at it yet again. "This is about the last thing I expected to happen at this party" he chuckled, wondering where the shaving cream had some from and hoping that the razor blades had been disincluded. Sneering as his cheeks were covered with shaving cream, he brought his arm up to whipe it off before shooting his hands down around Than's wrists, his sharp nails pressing slightly into the boy's skin. "So, what am I supposed to do with you now that you're trapped like an animal?" he thought aloud, "I can't very well skin you with all of these people here." He inclined his head down towards his chest in thought, still muttering. "Damnit, I hate wasting prey, but you're just useless..."
Than "Mmmhmm," Adrian agreed, too distracted to be much for conversation. Than grinned as Lucavi caught his wrists. He continued wriggling, and attempted to buck the other boy off without much success. Than was a light weight compared to Lucavi's muscular bulk. He shook his head, but his hair, lathered in shaving cream, clung to his skin. Little did the two boys know that Soco was sneaking about, camera in hand, snapping pictures of the party's events -- and what an event THIS was! Adrian raised an eyebrow at the maid, who approached him and said, "Shota, anyone?" before blowing a kiss and walking away. "... That's a scary thought." Adrian quickly tried to banish all thoughts of the boys flirting from his mind, turning to let his head thud against the wall. "That's a REALLY scary thought."
Luca "Useless," Luca repeated with a grump. His nails pressed harder into Than's wrists, threatening to break the skin before relenting. "You're lucky they took away my instruments, brat," he said, sitting up and completely letting go of the boy's wrists. His hands remained alert and ready at his sides as his eyes scanned him, should Than try anything short of getting away. The kid certainly was struggling enough, after all... "Just like an animal," his thoughts escaped his lips with a flicker of a grin. 'Maybe he isn't useless, maybe I just don't know how to use him,' he carried on in thought. Mako could only snicker in reaction to Soco and Adrian, calling after the maid boy as he walked off. "Hey, I don't want to see those on the internet when I get home!"
Than As Mako called after him, Soco turned and pouted. "You're no fun," he whined playfully. He then went to see how the presents were going. Than's laughter finally quieted down, but he was still smirking up at Lucavi. The other's nails in his wrists hurt, but it wasn't unpleasantly painful. He'd experienced the ghosts of much worse pain in his nightmares, so this was nothing. Once the hands fell away, he arched his back, half-heartedly trying to wriggle out from under his captor. It was nice to have someone to play rough with, he decided. Mal and Soco were too girly, and Kaleb was often off doing teenager stuff.
Luca Lucavi raised an eyebrow inquiringly, gaze radiating out from beneath it with confusion that turned to frustration. One moment, the boy was bucking like a wild animal struggling to keep its life, the next, he was hardly trying, almost as if he had convinced himself that beneath Luca might be quite a comfy place to stay. "So I give you your escape and you deny it? Don't tell me this is human pride," Luca scoffed, trying to understand how the innerworkings of this boy's mind might branch out beyond the mere fight and flight responses he was so accustomed to. No reasoning stood behind fleeing, getting captured, trying to escape, and then accepting defeat when escape was given to you in Luca's mind. However, the fact that his heart was now beating so much harder than whenever he chased his typical prey made him question his own, albeit involuntary, responses to the situation. This frustration, that explained it!
Than "Nn-nn," Than murmured, shaking his head. This is fun... don't you know how to have fun? He frowned thoughtfully as he almost considered speaking his thoughts aloud. If he did, his words would come haltingly, and perhaps Lucavi would think he was retarded. He just shook his head again, not willing to risk looking stupid. Rayen walked by, and plopped a towel on top of Than's face. The blond reached up and wiped some of the shaving cream out of his hair, then held the towel up to look at it. His eyes shifted up to Lucavi, and he quickly lunched at the boy, trying to get Lucavi's head wrapped in the towel.
Luca Luca scoffed at the half-assed reply from the blonde beneath him. "If I can take that as a 'no,' then should I even bother listening to anything else you have to say?," he sneered. Than's answer had left him with no other explanations to all of his odd behavior, and Luca did not appreciate being left confused, with only a shake of the head to read into. Rayen caught Luca's eye as he passed - what an interesting creature he was! If only there were more animals like him out in the wild, instead of just deer, foxes, rabbits, and other animals he considered garden variety. He could really expand his collection, then! Luca didn't even notice the towel until Than lurched underneath him, setting him off balance as he attacked with the damned thing. Luca, having been distracted, fell backwards with Than's movements, slipping off of the boy as he tried to knock his hands away.
Than Than moved to straddle Lucavi's stomach, which gave him the perfect opportunity to thoroughly harrass him with the towel. He started giggling again and ducked around the flailing hands that threatened to knock him over. "Hnnn," he murmured with a lopsided grin. Once the towel was tangled around Lucavi's head, he didn't have much fabric left to hold onto. So, he let go of it and perched on top of the other boy, attempting to pin him down.
Luca Luca emitted a low growl from deep within his throat as Than saw fit to wrap his head in the towel and take his perch on his stomach. Aggravated, he turned his hands on the towel, his claw-like nails tearing at it, only to be met with surprising resistance as Than let go, sending the towel whipping across the room. Blinking in his frustrated confusion, he sat up, although he found that he didn't make it very far, thanks to Than, and met the boy eye to eye with a sneer.
Than Adrian smiled as he watched Mal's gift opening from across the room. Then he and a few of Than and Lucavi's remaining audience members sent up a collective "Ooooh" and "Ahhhh" as the towel fluttered away across the room. Than grinned and giggled in Lucavi's face. Although he was trying to figure out what to do next, he was quite content to sit on his new perch as he did it. Should he shove Lucavi down? Move to let the boy sit up more? Try and see if he was ticklish? Wait, that last one wasn't very boy-ish... He tossed that idea out. Quietly, Kaleb and Hana began clearing away some of the emptier dishes on the food table. Kaleb glanced over at the two preteens. "Ne, Hana-chan," he said, "think I should get out 'Spin the Bottle?'" The tiger raised an eyebrow at him, then glanced at the two kids he was staring at. She hissed in her throat and shook her head. "Pervert." "Hey--what?! No! That's not what I--" She shoved a bowl into his hands and said no more. Kaleb sulked. Then he found a peculiar instrument that had somehow gone unnoticed in all the aersol-can-fighting that had gone on, earlier. He took it, shook it up, popped off the top, and handed it to Than. "Here, boyo, give him a taste of this." Than looked at the can in his hand, and smiled. Mmmmm, whipped cream. So much better than shaving cream. He eyed Lucavi mischievously and gave the can a test squirt, causing bits of white creamy sugar to spray everywhere.
Luca Luca gritted his teeth as the "Oooohs" and "Ahhhhs" bounced off of his ear drums like thunder. Ah audience? An enthusiastic audience?! He had only ever wanted an audience if they were staring, wide-eyed, in shock or fear, and even then, he only ever ultimately wanted solitude. At least he had been left relatively alone in the corner earler, that had certainly been better than being the damn main attraction. This blonde kid just had to provoke him... And how it seemed another item had been thrown into the already very messy equation. What was with this apparent obsession with messy things inside cans, anyways? A frothy white cream sprayed out all about him, some landing on his nose and sliding down to his lips. Darting his tongue out, he licked up the cream to find it edible, though rather bland, in his opinion. Shooting his hand up, he put his thumb over the nozzle as than sprayed, causing the cream to shoot out in all directions
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 9:00 pm
Lucavi So, it's now obvious to me that people jump at every damn excuse to mass together and combine their idiocy, as if they weren't stupid enough on their own. It has also become obvious that I am going to be dragged to every single one of these damn gatherings, forced to suffer through it all. People exchanging their vanity in horridly colored boxes, filling their greedy maws with waste. I guess they figure all that comes out is waste, so they might as well just put waste in. I'm completely without an explanation for the rest of their idiocy, however. I was forced to another damn party recently - if you have to force somebody to go to a party, doesn't that kind of defeat the point? It's like strapping a ticking bomb to somebody's chest and telling them to have fun. Maybe he's the one having fun, watching me explode. Maybe it's his way of making up for being an ineffective parental figure the rest of the time. Maybe it's his revenge on me for whenever I get under his skin and turn him into a shitty parental figure. But that's his damn fault...even if I do plan it that way. He should just take my hints and leave me alone for good. If he thinks these parties are going to change me...well, all they ever do is affirm that it's the rest of the world that needs to be changed, not me. I had to actually go inside, this time. For what? A birthday party? Another thing without an explanation! Celebrating age? Celebrating the passage of time? Celebrating existence! that's all they're doing! What a ******** waste of time and existence itself. Are people really that vain that they have to throw parties for the very fact that they are alive? Or is it because they're so insecure that they have to surround themselves with gaudy s**t to prove to themselves that they do in fact exist, and to keep themselves from thinking that it's not a valueless existence? If they're going to celebrate the fact that your quivering mass of flesh, blood, and bone isn't dead and rotting into the earth yet, why can't they at least do it in a constructive way? No, instead, people have to paint over all of their faults, layering s**t onto their faces until you can't even tell they're human anymore, which is far more disgusting than any dissection I've ever done, and instead of going out into the world and figuring out how things work, they sit in their mansions and spoil themselves to a point that's just sickening. I celebrate life every day, I just don't need a crowd of people bringing me presents to do it in front of, or covering me in s**t. But that happened anyways. Little blonde runt came up to me, provoked me, I guess he had a problem with the way I was eating. Well, I had a problem with the whole rest of the party, but did I go and provoke everybody else? It seems like I should've, now, just for ******** sake, I would've fit in with them perfectly, then. I really didn't get this blonde kid, though - I guess there are a lot of things escaping my understanding as of late. Luckily for me, they're all things I don't give two damns about. but still...chasing this kid around, it was like chasing around a new kind of prey...not quite so wild, but prey nonetheless. Something beyond the simple fight or flight instinct that almost left me excited, until I remembered where I was. And then that kid just never ceased to confuse me. He insults me, provokes me, then acts like it's just a game, like I'm another gaudy piece of s**t or some toy there for his amusement. He notably didn't like the sight of blood, though, and if he ever sees me again, I doubt I'll be as clean as I was forced to be that night. If he ever even recognizes me, he'll have a surprise coming. Maybe next time, I'll actually be able to enjoy having a writhing, struggling body underneath me, at my mercy. As long as I'm not covered in gunk and surrounded by an audience of idiots, it should be more like my version of "fun." I got around to fixing up those clothes I salvaged from the dump after the party, though. The damage to them really wasn't that bad in the first place. Just another example of more disgusting people in their mansions, throwing away what they could use and inviting more of what they don't need. Those red shoes were easy enough to fix, just a few rounds of duct tape around each, and they stay together just fine. And as long as they have souls, and are protecting my feet, I don't care how much Mako complains about how my boots were better. The stitching, however, I could use a little more practice at. I don't know what the hell somebody from a mansion was doing in pinstripe pants to get holes in the knees and legs - it seems more like they cut the holes in on purpose, just to have an excuse to buy more pants - but I've patched all of the major holes with the extra fabric I brought, or fabric from my old clothes. Same with the black jeans. But the stitching is very crude, so I made sure to go over it enough times to make it very sturdy as well, resulting in very visible stitched. I like it, reminds me of the scars on my arms. No point in misrepresenting myself. I shredded the sleeves on the buttonless button up shirts up past my forearms, so the scars are plainly visible too. And then I got bored and had a cat skull melted to the buckle of a belt that had been left in one of the pairs of pants. It's easy when you've got a mage living in the house. Also, I found a bunch of safety pins with the sewing needles and thread, which helped a lot with the sewing, and I just decided to leave them in...along with a few shards of bone I threaded into the fabric, mainly around the pockets. I guess I got carried away, but hey, whatever the hell saved the rest of the damn night from being a waste of time. Oops, I mean a "celebration" of it. -Luca
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 6:54 pm
The duct-taped rubber souls of Luca's shoes were quite worn in, allowing him to sneak around in the woods quite easily without being heard while still protecting his feet, though they were probably callused enough to protect themselves. As for being seen, his body was decked out in beautiful camouflage. All natural. Mud and leaves plastered to every inch of himself. It all blocked out his scent much better than silly patterned clothes could anyways, making him that much more invisible. There were a few hunting knives tucked into his belt, and several throwing knives lodged in a tree a few meters away, signs of a failed attack on his prey. Two knives, however, had found their mark, as evidenced by droplets of blood highlighted by the slanted shafts of light that filtered through the branches of the trees. They led off into a tangled and trampled underbrush, and even if Luca couldn't already smell the trail of blood as it winded away into the forest, the path of the animal's panicked retreat would've still been painfully obvious. Passing the tree that now sheathed his knives, Luca effortlessly pulled the weapons free, assuming his other two were still buried in the flesh of the buck he had taken aim at only a few moments earlier. Three hits out of six certainly wasn't bad at all - it had been his first three attacks that had succeeded, as was usually the case. A thrashing animal was much harder to hit than a complacent one. They were also, however, much easier to track, and with knives lodged in its flank, side, and back of the neck, Luca was sure the creature wouldn't make it far before he found it. Taking off in pursuit, Luca knew he didn't have to worry about silencing his progress, as his quarry was making enough noise to mask any that he himself might make. He tore right through what was left of the underbrush, stopping only as he felt something unfamiliar under-foot. A quick glimpse down told him it was one of his knives. Indeed, the blood flow seemed to double at this point - the animal's flailing certainly wouldn't help to close the open wound. Snatching up his blood-smeared knife, he took only a moment to admire how the crimson liquid slid across the cold, metallic surface in a beautiful contrast to gather at the bladed edge, before taking off into the forest again. Birds were in various states of alarm as he passed, his rogue chase sending them into louder fits of chirping, screeching, and rustling in their leafy roosts. No doubt the distraught buck has thrashed his way through here only moments before, disturbing the rest of the forests' inhabitants in his wake. The forest always seemed to come alive for the death of another animal, Luca observed. 'As it should be,' Luca thought, regarding it as a sort of honor the forest paid in tribute to life and death. Of course, the latter hadn't come yet, but Luca was working to ensure it would. It was all natural. 'There will always be the hunter and the hunted,' he commented to himself. He was just making sure the cycle remained unbroken. The cycle...he knew what that meant for the buck's future, but what did it mean for him? How could he, the top of the food chain, ever become the hunted? His train of thought never stayed on this track for long, as he always reverted to telling himself that what would come would come, and all he could do was live out his role the best he could one day at a time. If anything ever tried to deter him from his path as hunter, well, it would have one hell of a time doing so. Luca almost, however, hadn't come out into the forest today. Ever since his shopping excursion, he'd been feeling out of place with himself, not mentally, but physically. Uncharacteristic soreness and stiffness plagued his back, hindering him more than he'd have liked, but in no way stopping him. He could only assume they were growing pains, although his spurt seemed to have ended. The thrashing got louder as Luca neared, while the frequency declined as the creature tired itself out. He caught glimpses of it through the filter of trees, spilling more blood with each distorted step it took. There was a large gash in its side from where Luca's knife had once been - a gash, Luca noted, that had obviously been torn open to a size much larger than it had originally been. The buck wasn't an incredibly large specimen, although it wasn't a youth, either...Luca figured he could take it head on from here. The trembling creature had finally slowed into a clearing, sliding to the ground in submission to its injuries, when Luca sprang forth before it even had a chance to tend to its wounds. Limbs threw themselves into the air as Luca toppled his prey, nostrils flaring in pain and alarm as the boy's fingers viciously sunk into the creature's gash, tearing through the skin, fat, and muscle. Luca grinned as the fibrous strands of flash gave away, bringing his free hand to the creature's neck to remove another knife, bringing another spurt of blood forth from the animal before he raised the knife up over his head, preparing to carve out the creature's throat and end its misery. Suddenly, the knife was thrown to the ground, his arm writhing as if each and every muscle was being ripped at by invisible hands. The buck took advantage of this moment of weakness and threw Luca off of him, climbing back to its feet and scrambling away as fast as it could. There was no threat of another chase from Luca as he hit the ground hard, forcing all of the air out of his lungs. Soreness welled into his back as stiffness ran up through his spine, licking him into place on the ground. For once in his life he wanted to scream, but his jaw felt like it was wired shut. But the rest of his body seemed to be rebelling against him, how arms and legs now giving way to unstoppable spasms, his muscles flaring and thrashing the rest of his body helplessly against the ground. The forest was very lively that day, but Luca saw none of it. He stayed stranded, writhing on the forest floor, subjected to all of the image that flashed underneath his hot eyelids. A knife sank into the meaty flank of a buck, another sending an echo of metal on wood throughout the forest a moment later. Rusty barbed wire tore at his forearms with much more pain than it originally had as his arms spasmed uselessly against the dirt floor. The fleshy sound of cartilage cracking filled his ears as a boy initiated a fight with him at school. Eyes, both half lidded in veiled disgust and wide in shock, glared at him from every direction, bouncing off of his mottled skin but burning him deep down. Headlights blinded him as he picked away at rotting road kill, interrupting his careful work. Scavenger, hunter, helpless.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 11:31 pm
“What're yuh thinkin that'un is?” a low voice asked as twigs cracked under thick winter boots. Two men stepped into the edge of a clearing, gloved hands covering their eyes as they squinted at something some distance away. It almost looked human, except the positioning was so unnatural, what should have been limbs were more easily likened to gnarled, twisted branches of a very old tree. The two men were were both rather large and gruff in appearance, beards hiding their faces and camouflaged hunting gear hiding the rest of them. The larger of the two took a few massive steps closer, peering down at the body, a look of shock not even his beard could hive spreading across his face. “s**t, Doug, it is a body! A...a kid! Looks ter hell, bin here a time, ah'd say!” he shouted back to his friend, who quickly came up beside him. “No s**t! Well, hell, he alive? Should do somethin' with 'im! I'll call back home, get help.” Taking a cell phone out of a jacket pocket, Doug flipped his phone open and dialed a number before bringing it to his ear. “Nancy? We got a body out here, call 911!” he bellowed before promptly hanging up. The other man had since taken to nudging the body with his foot, looking for any signs of life. “He seems terrible rigid, Doug, I dunno if that'll be any...” But before he could finish his malformed sentence, the body on the ground began to spasm, a contorted arm smacking against the hunter's leg before its back arched, flipping it over, the face pointing towards the sky. “S'alive! An' it's a boy! But what's a little orange haired brat doin' out here?!” Doug half half gasped, half bellowed, scaring away all of the near by animals. “Damnit, yer scarin' the deer!” “Yeah, an' he scared you, scared you shitless! Come on' we'd a better git him back ter home!” Doug leaned over the body, staring at the boys face and snorting to himself before stumbling back, shocked. The boy's eyelids had disappeared as if they had never existed, and he was now wide eyes and snarling, writhing against the ground, his face locked in a gritted, furrowed expression, anguish etched in every line. One of his hands, clutching something hard and pointed, dealt Doug a blow on the side of the head as it swung around. A leg started kicking up and down, as if the boy was fighting against some unseen force for control of it. Eventually, it slammed hard onto the ground and locked itself into position as the orange headed kid began to force himself up. Doug, out of a habit of panic, had withdrawn and armed his crossbow, pointing it upwards from his new position on the ground. His friend moves forward to restrain the boy, but was met with only furious swipes from clawed hands that only seemed to help the boy pull himself up. One more strike found the boy's sharpened nails gouging into the man's face, and in a torrent of blind rage and confusion, the 'thwump' of an arrow flying through the air and burying itself into something silenced the forest. One body collapsed onto another, an arrow fully piercing its shoulder as it lost consciousness. “********, yeh tryin' ter kill me, or just him?!” the hunter's cries broke the silence as he supported the boy's body against his own, carefully hefting him up onto his shoulder. The blood seeping out from his wound blended perfectly with the rest of the muck and grime covering the boy, only becoming noticeable once it began to trickle its way down the hunter's camouflaged jacket. “I...I...damnit all, lets just get 'im home, s'prolly an ambulance waitin' there now!” The boy's body, though unconscious, was rigid and awkward to carry back through the woods, but they tried their best not to further provoke his injuries. There was indeed an ambulance waiting for them by the time they reached Doug's house, and soon, the boy would be laying in a hospital bed, hopefully for the better.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 10:50 pm
A constant, mundane beeping had become the pulse of Luca's mind, the monotonous sound constantly lulling him into a deeper state of unconsciousness. Images floated through his mind, swelling at the apex of each spike on the monitor beside him. While the white tile floors, crisp, clean bedsheets, and shining, metallic instruments surrounding him were the epitome of order and cleanliness, his subconscious presented a very different reality. His vision was shaking as if he was running, though he couldn't feel his legs. With another pulse causing his mind to swell, he found that the ground had come up to meet him, slamming into his body before he began to fall backwards. As he watched the ground sink away, another pulse brought into vision the rotting leaves that fell around him, leaving trails of blood droplets behind them as they broke apart. Everything seemed to slow down until crashed into a pile of leaves, another pulse sending pain shooting through his shoulder. Looking down, Luca found that something had torn its way through his flesh. As the leaves blew away, a pair of dead eyes glared at him with more life than he had ever seen in anybody else's. Soon his own eyes were lead to the antler growing from the animal's head, disappearing behind him before piercing through his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the buck's mouth twist into a smile, but with another pulse, a leafy, green bud sprang out of the tip of its antler and opened up, its contents quickly spiraling upward, branching out and growing into a twisted, gnarled tree. At first, it appeared to be covered in odd leaves of every color, but a moment later, thousands of birds sprang from its branches, leaving it bare, except for Luca, who, after a pulsing swirl of feathers, found himself hanging from a branch, his shoulder inexplicably whole once more. As he clung to the branch, however, his palms grew sweaty. Soon, his whole body was drenched, leaving him with the feeling that he was melting away. Looking down, he saw his own foot hit the ground with a splash, his leg dripping away as the ground absorbed him bit by bit. Choking on his own breath, he looked back up towards the tree to notice pale, flesh colored buds sprouting from the tip of each branch, drops of blood looking like morning dew. Some were pried open from the inside by grasping fingers, while others flowered to reveal eyeballs, their irises darting around as if in the REM stage of sleep. The tree itself seemed to be giving off warmth as the bark that had been digging into Luca's hands separated grain by grain, becoming thick, course hair. Luca himself felt suddenly rigid. Vines seemed to be growing underneath his skin, pushing their way through his veins as his muscles became wracked with splinters. Every movement caused him terrible pain, but despite this, he forced his mouth open with an odd, wooden creak, attempting to scream. Instead, a bug crawled out and over his lip as he felt himself become frozen in place. “It's a miracle he's still alive,” the doctor said, checking monitor next to the bed just to be sure. “This is the most advanced case of tetanus I've ever seen, without the person being dead.”
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