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Jul 08, 2015 06:04PM
Hey! So is this in the future? Or modern day times? Is there fantasy, sci-fi or is it just dystopian or something like that?
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Yeah, detail sounds great with me! Sure. But can you start, since you've made it so that I can get a full mind of how I'm going to be detailed, possibly? :D
A broken life is a broken heart. Arin kept on telling himself this every single night, but mostly tonight. He was oblivious to the fact that his masters had told him everything that he needed to know. The Tuckerman family—his own, bloody family—had been killed only a few years ago. If revenge was what he needed, then a rebel group was what he had joined. He scanned his eyes towards the river, the lake, it didn't matter what it was. The glimmering aqua blue water sparkle in the moonlight, shadows dancing upon the trees like luring victims threatening luring enemies. The night was a barren wasteland, just as every other night. He span around, noticing that the rebel group's camp was celebrating for some occasion or rather, but he wasn't in the mood for anything of the like. He just wanted to come by down to the river, the lake, and sulk his thoughts away—before he noticed a figure in the distance. It was a fragile, frail figure, a shadowy being, but soon the leaves scattered on the trees to reveal the fact that it was a girl, maybe his age or so, in a bloody mess. He didn't want his masters to know that he had been helping an escapee, so he let his footsteps become silent as he hissed, "Hey. Are you alright?"
Arin Tuckerman watched as the girl slowly drooped down the hillside that splashed into the lake (it was a lake; he could see the small textures of it being one), and then observed as her mouth dropped open, allowing water to enter her mouth. He gasped, not sure what to do, but only then ran straight towards her before taking his boots off so that all someone could hear was the crunching of leaves. They would think it to be a forest animal. Sprinting, he made his way to the girl, looking up into the skies and praying that she was alive, before dragging her out by pulling her under her arms and looking in her mouth to see if there was any water in it. Some, but most was probably lodged in her oesophagus. He nearly cried out loud for help before stopping himself. He pressed his warm hands against her chest, pumping them up and down, almost to the point of tears, hoping, wishing, begging that she would come back from her unconsciousness.
"My gosh," he muttered underneath his breath, his voice coming out raspy and cut off, but he kept trying to find a voice inside him that wasn't strained before he coughed. He could see scratches and scars over her, some cuts deep into her skin that he was so worried about he forgot that this could've been a dream, but no. This was a real girl in real pain and that was that. He muttered once more, "What group are you a part of? Jesus, what have they done to you? Please tell me. I won't hurt you. I know what it's like to have this done to you." He investigated the scars and such for further notation before having it dig into his mind that he really didn't know what the heck he was going to do with her. How to help her.
He looked around, hoping to find any place that would be okay for her to be taken into. A warm house, or some shelter that nobody would see her without recognising "oh, that's the girl we tortured. Kill her!" Bastards couldn't keep their hands off girls. Outrageous. He gulped before finding an underground hatch that could probably house a few people or so. He carried her in his warm arms, lifting her up, bending his knees, and making his way away from the rebel camp and to the nearby underground bunker where hopefully something will happen. Perhaps he could help her find her way back to her mind, seeing as she's clearly lost it. He knew what it felt like, like he had said before, muttering it to her like a secret. He gulped once more, nearing the door of the underground area.
"Shh shh," he whispered, "it's going to be alright." At least he hoped it would be alright. He didn't know about her, but he was feeling as if 200 pounds of rocks had been dropped on his head. He couldn't handle death and pain and torture right now, but he needed to help the poor girl. She was in distress, and helping was the idea he was getting from this right now. He lifted the hatch open before climbing down the ladder. "Can you get in fine? If not, I can help you inside, but it's gonna hurt a bit more." He frowned, his throat closing up, but he coughed once more horrendously before looking back at her outline in the moonlight. He could see strands of hair clumped together and in a tangle. Whatever this poor girl had done wrong... she didn't deserve this. Well, nobody did.
They finally made it into the underground area. Bella had climbed down the rungs of the ladder and made it safely into the room. Arin glanced around. It was nice. There was a tattered couch, but he could make-do with it. There were some holographic screens showing cameras that led all the way to the rebel groups and their camps. He shut the door of the underground hatch, locking it so that nobody could enter, but there were always some Soldiers that made their way around, figuring out a way to get them out. He sighed, allowing Bella to sit down wherever she wanted by gesturing to the couch. There was also a tiny fridge with some juices and water bottles in it. "I'm Arin." He held out his hand.
"3 years," he muttered in exasperation, not believing what he was hearing. 3 years this girl had been tortured, told what to do, what to say. 3 years of pain and death and lying and destruction had been made. He looked at her in disbelief, but not in the fact that he didn't believe it but more like he didn't want to believe it. Her eyes looked so soft, and who would want to wreck a face like that? "D-do you want me to leave? I could stay here with you, and help you. You still look like you're in bloody ribbons, no offence." He took a juice for himself, downing it in one go. "How did your father die? Was he murdered by the rebels? I could see it happening right now, and... it's horrible, I'm so sorry."
"A dog crate. Like you're a bloody animal. Fools. You know what? Everything about them is wrong. If you look into your eyes, all you can find is hate and disgust. They don't like you, it's obvious, that it is. But what they hate more is how much you can rattle the stars, make yourself shine and show the people of the world that you can do more than just sit here and cry. I know what you're capable of, Bella, even if I just bloody met you." He knelt down and looked at her as the tears rolled down her face, the warm tears, the soft tears, the lonely tears that had been seemingly wanting to come out of her eyes for so long. "You are capable of anything if you can put your mind to it." He stood back up, looking over at the fridge and getting himself another juice. God, he needed so many of these. He was almost dying of thirst.
078542. It wasn't even something to be called by. It was just numbers scattered on her wrist, digging into her skin. It was almost like they were keeping her as their pet, waiting to train it. He shook his head doubtfully before seating himself on the couch, looking up at the rusty steel ceiling. He mumbled a rude comment to himself about the rebels and their plans before looking back at her. She seemed so innocent and as to have something done to her like this... It seemed that somebody could put a price on another person. And keep them in a cage. A bloody cage! He grumbled in frustration. He couldn't believe it. "I'm still so sorry. Ten days. Gosh. Yeah, of course." He scrambled over to a nearby pantry, throwing her a can of beans and then gesturing towards the microwave. "Go ahead." He smiled.
He nodded to her. "Tomorrow we're going to get out of here. I'm going to grab my things from the rebel camps and we're going to escape. It'll be a hell of a ride, but we'll find some place to go." He smiled at her before turning away and seating himself down in a warm and fluffy chair nearby the fireplace that seemed pretty comfy. He sat down and found himself closing his eyes, drifting off into the darkness of rest. There was something about sleep that he liked: the calmness, the waves crashing in his dreams and the way that once he was asleep, everything in the world seemed to be put on pause for him, like it was made for him.(Maybe they wake up abruptly by rebels finding the underground place, and then they need to find a way to escape without being caught and tortured? So some action?)
(Sure!)------
Arin woke up to the sound of drilling and banging. He sat up abruptly in his chair, seeing that the fire had suddenly died without any intention of ever doing so. He frowned and then glanced at the door behind him, twisting his body around in order to see a slight crack of light shining through the slightly open door in the slightly uncomfortable room they were in. Arin looked at Bella, whispering to her, "Bella, people are trying to get in. Probably the rebels. We're going to have to find a way out." But he didn't know any ways to escape. Was there another tunnel that led through and upwards into catacombs of some sort, leading them to the grassy pastures? He hadn't a clue.
He shook his head immediately, thinking of her being tortured even more. "No, Bella. You are coming with me. I don't want you being pained even more than you already have. 3 years, Bella. If you come with me, you won't have to endure those once more. All of those days, all of those hours, being watched and poked and stabbed and cut. Do you want that again? Come with me." He reached out to her, smiling warmly, hoping that she would just grab his damned hand so he could help her. He gulped and looked at her like all of this was a dream, but he had to stop telling himself that because it wasn't. This wasn't a dream. He looked behind him to find a tunnel. Finally something that could help them.
The area around them was covered with wet grass. It must have rained the night before. Unaware of specific whereabouts, Arin glanced over at the dissuading and unforgivable rebel camps and suddenly wanted people to understand the imperfect flaws and sophistications of the world as he knew it. "The Fortex HQ, the scientific centre for discoveries of human contact with extraterrestrial beings, seems like a perfect place to go and it'll have some guns and other weapons that could be potentially a good fit for us." He gestured with his hand towards the HQ building which was a tall and erect building that sprung itself up into the sky, into the clouds before stretching out with metal branches as if there were some more compartment areas or rooms with storage. Decidedly, he made his way on the cobblestone path around the rebel camps.
