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Strawberry Fields
[It isn't going to make a difference...]Leena, of course, wasn't moved by the girl's ((it bothers me to just keep writing 'the girl')) attempt at asking for mercy. She saw a wear girl, but she still wasn't going to ease up or soften. No. She was going to let the girl experience every bit of anguish that she had ever felt.
While keeping the other visions of panic running through the camper's mind, she added a few more to the bunch. The girl would now feel her dad saying that he hated her, that she was a worthless, useless, lazy, piece of shit. This was a variation on what Leena had actually been told as a child. This was crossing over into personal attacks.
Leena's memory of being told that she was a murderer, and feeling the remorse and guilt stab into her heart and brain, was now being transferred to the other girl.
Leena's memory of being hit as a child, daily with a belt, now became a part of the girl's thoughts, only it would be personalized to seem as if it were being directed at the girl.
Leena's memory of having to briefly live on the streets, and the shady people that she had to endure, now was being thrown at the girl.
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Okay. Fine. Screw being nice then (when had 'being nice' ever really worked out anyways?).
"F*ck. You."
Obviously I'm not insane.
She hadn't seen him for over two years. But she loved him as much as a daughter could love her father without getting creepy. He'd call her a bad child, to put it nicely. So being called worthless...
Cassidy was pushed well beyond what the word 'broken' meant.
Running. Hiding. From so many things. Him. Him. Monster. Him again. Death. Death again. Just running. Hoping. Praying.
Death came again, bestowing the everlasting Him and the forever grief.
Broken hardly described her.
Leena gained perverse amusement and enjoyment from watching the girl lose it. The little sense of satisfaction crept into her. "Well, well, well. Athena girl, I've done nothing worse to you than what my cousin, Drake has done. ((Would Drake be considered her cousin? If not, I'll edit.)) He hurts his victims with a deadly whip, and inscribes in them a word or phrase that hurts them emotionally. I've done only a snippet of that. I haven't touched a single hair on your head. Go ahead and curse me out, but you can't break me."
Leena smiled smugly and continued. "Really, is emotional pain worse than physical pain? I've bet that you've gotten beat to a pulp before. Be grateful that I've been merciful. I haven't shown you the true extent of what I can do."
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Her voice shook. Her fingers dug into the ground. Cassidy felt a tingle on her arm, a soft reminder of what was. Yes, she knew what he could do, and then some.
She's insane.
"Emotional and physical pain follow one another. Physical pain stirs emotion. Emotional pain may cause physical pain. Neither is worse than the other."
[Hell yeah, she's insane.]"I know that too, smart@ss. Many people do. And? It doesn't matter. I've been nice to you, Athena girl. You should be thankful that I haven't been pissed off yet."
But, she was already pissed off. Leena had no tolernace for smart@sses- scratch that, anyone. She didn't try to cling on to her humanity. She wanted to sever its bond from her. She didn't want to feel its pinprick presence. However, the process had already begun[or is it began?] She never felt remorse; she hadn't in a while.
She threw one last 'video' at her, which was mixed in with the other ones that she had just exponentially magnified. This one was of the girl tring to commit suicide, and pleading and asking for a mercy killing, but being unable to find anyone to help her. Little did she know that she may have struck a chord there.
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Her mouth fell a little. The other scenes faded. Unnecessary. Her hand slid into her pocket, brushing her fingers along the cold blade. Sharp. Straight and fast.
She formed a grip around the handle.
Just one little step and you're out.
But where was out? Was it in the Underworld with her aunt and grand aunt and grandparents?
Painless.
But how could a stave be painless?
Instant.
How long is an instant?
Just do it.
And suddenly, Cassidy was the only one in the field of her vision. One hand around her dagger. Her heart raced, breathing raspy. But there was everyone at the cabin--
Who wouldn't even know.
But she didn't believe. Instead, she was frozen in the middle of the fields, on her knees with her basket on it's side, red berries spilling out of it.
Leena saw the indecision painted right on her face. It was right there, clear as day. She knew that the girl would probably want to give into the seductive offer of no more pain. After all, she had already convinced others before to give in. All it took was one stab, one bullet, one neck twist, or a few seconds of holding your breath in water.
Whatever happened afterwards was not her problem, nor was she respnisible for any mess left by each victim.
Would this girl give in? Would she? She had sometimes underestimated the resilience of others, other times she had overestimated by a long shot.
She would just have to wait, just like she had waited for movies to return during commercial breaks. Eventually, the girl would make a decision.
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Quick and easy.
"Shut up," Cassidy muttered to herself.
One sharp movement from her arm, and the knife went sailing, but as far away from her and the other girl as she could manage to through.
And tears flowed again.
Ah. So the girl, while slightly suicidal, seemed to have strength to decline that tempting offer. However, this didn't mean that Leena now respected her. She was still indifferent toward her.Since the girl didn't die, Leena realized that it was time for introductions. Some getting to know each other. With a smirk, Leena decided to break the silence.
"Athena girl, I'm impressed," she remarked, even though she wasn't. This was her feeb;e attempt at gaining the girl's trust. "I'm Leena. You don't need to know my last name." She gave out no more information, not her age, nor her cabin, although she was sure that the girl could guess. She gave a sugary sweet smile, so full of toxicity underneath, but it seemed so sweet, that most could only be suspicious.
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"Let me get this straight: You 1. made me lose all this" she gestured to the strawberries in her hand, "2. scare the f*cking crap out of me for no f*cking reason and then 3. nearly made me commit suicide, and you expect me to be friendly?"
[Heehee]Leena feigned a look of innocence that was obviously fake.
"Why...," she paused for a bit of good measure, before continuing "yes. Yes, I did. You provided some stress relief. I really need to find more of your kind. They really provide some good amusement."
Her tone was sweet, like her earlier smile, but also like the smile, this sugar was Splenda. It was fake.
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"F*ck. You."
With an equally poisonous smile, she turned away and stalked off, basket in tow. Thoughts raged on as she walked, her grip on her basket tightening with every step.
A strawberry had exploded. Cassidy's dagger lay on the ground, coated in bright red juice from the strawberry. If one hadn't noticed the strawberry, one might've assumed the blade was in fact covered in blood.
[Random, but remember that project in which I had to present and I stuttered on like a certain little miss here? Well, the disease I 'had' didn't let the person eat Splenda b/c they were allergic to it. Splenda tastes nasty.]"Curse me out. I don't care, but remember that I remember faces, and the next time we meet, it'll be worse. Toodle-ooh!" The last phrase was said in a falsetto voice that mocked. Leena walked off, but snatched the girl's dagger, before leaving.
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An all too familiar figure to these plants once again walked through the clumps of strawberries. Though he'd come her a thousand times before, he was almost unrecodnizable. He hadn't shaved in a day or so, so he had a little stubble which he was determined to shave off when he finally decided to go back home. His intense green eyes didn't hold their usual friendly spark, but instead a chamber full of guilt. He was trying to shake off the guilt, tell himself that that was what men did, but it wasn't. At least, not to him.
He'd commitef a terrible sin. He didn't believe in God, but he still never liked sinning. It felt wrong to him. Dirty.
To try and cleat his thoughts, his heart, and maybe even his soul, Dylan Courtright had decided to walk with the plants he loved so much. He carried no basket, he just wanted to think, and hope for forgiveness.
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Andromeda didn't feel very warm.
She felt very cold.
Ever since his spark had left her she'd took on a feeling of such oppressive coldness that lying for hours under the sun (and subsequently nursing a burned nose back to health) couldn't warm her. Nothing could.
She was yearning for his touch.
But pride was a horrible thing, and Andromeda was filled to the brim with it. No way would she find him herself and ask for his forgiveness at the unfair way with which she'd treated him. Best to live with the consequences.
She sighed and closed her eyes, the breath setting a few strands of gold aflutter.
And yet instead of the darkness the burn of his green eyes looked out at her.
Dylan stopped abruptly, breathe catching in his throat. He had the two strongest instincts running through him. Instinct one; rush up to the frisky blonde girl and hold her. Cup her face, trace her jaw, kiss her. Or even hug her. A simple hug could fix him. Instinct two was to run. He looked like shit, and he didn't want her to see how weak he could be. He'd missed her, and it showed. In his eyes, that was weakness.
She wasn't looking at him. She had her eyes closed. Sleeping, perhaps. How? Every time he closed his eyes, even for a second, all he could see was blue. The blue of her beautiful eyes that pulled her looks together so she looked radiant. Beautiful.
Maybe he could leave her be. Slip away and not bother her. Yes, he yearned for her to say she forgave him, to allow him to hold her, but he also knew she wanted to be alone.
He shuffled away from the bronze beauty. In his attempt to sneak away like a samurai ninja, he snapped on a twig. The sound echoed through the fields, followed by a naughty word.
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Matching shadows under hers were rubbed by the heel of her palm as Andromeda mulled over what to do. What her options were. Being a skilled fighter, she knew how to do this in a heartbeat—usually. Now her heartbeat was faltering and a torn sigh was ripped from her mouth.
“Dylan,” she muttered out, quiet enough so he’d understand her reluctance, but loud enough for him to year. Still she did not move, waiting for him to come to her: such was the curse of pride.
Dylan swallowed. Had he awoken her? Surely his hushed curse hadn't been that loud? He turned gently, a fully formed apology on his lips. He paused, studying her, actually looking at her, since the last time they'd talk. His heart started to quicken, fluttering like a trapped hummingbird. His chest ached, and that hurt his crazy heart.
She didn't look much better than he, and that sent more swords of guilt through his heart. He was the reason behind those bags. The reason she couldn't sleep.
"Andy." There was a hint of a question in his voice. Was it okay to approach her? Carass her? Definately not. He held her gaze, trying to get her to understand with those intensely green of his eyes.
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Andromeda’s gaze dropped as if burned by the scorching green of his eyes, met with the reality after being haunted by their colour for days. How one simple thing could ruin the joy of living for her was not her question to ask but her duty to bear.
Now they focussed on the calmer green of grass shoots. Her lips trembled as she fought to bring the answer they both wanted to the surface and yet it stubbornly remained obscure.
"Andy?" He took a step forward, then froze. Did she want him near her? Did she want him at all? The questions that had been swirling in his head tortured him, and he struggled against his lips. The flow of questions was close to spilling out, but he couldn't allow it. Wouldn't allow it. His voice held the emotions that his eyes did. Desperation. A desperation to hold her again, to hear her tell him tgey were going to be okay. To hear her say she forgave him when he would get down on his knees.
Worry was another emotion in his voice. Not worry for him, or their relationship, but for her alone. She was fighting something inside of her, he could tell. Those beautiful cherub rosy lips were trembling, and he was worried for her. What had he done to her?
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She wanted so badly to forgive him. But the truth was she had no idea if she could trust him not to do the same to her— treat her as he’d treated Ellie. She didn’t want to know if that was the case—she wanted nothing to do with him and regretted that day in these fields so long ago-- if> that happened to be the case.
What do I do?
Dylan swallowed loudly. She was blocking him out. She should. He didn't want her to, but she should. He wanted to know that she forgave him. He didn't know the true reason behind her actions. There was a long list. A long list that had come from one incident. One mistake had changed so much.
His heart was ripping into pieces inside of his chest, and he sighed heavily. A shaky hand ran through his dark brown hair. He knew he had to tell her something. Something he'd sworn to tell her. Whether she believed it or not.
He took a small step toward her. Then another. He walked in her direction until he was an inch away from her feet. She could probably kick him if she wanted. Probably would, too.
"Andy," he mumbled humbly. "Will you listen to me for just a few minutes?"
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She made no sign that she had heard Dylan but jerked her chin down in silent assent.
For once, their positions had been flip-flopped. Instead of his eyes always having an effect on Andromeda, her eyes had had an effect on him. They were just beautiful, and he knew he could have looked at them for hours. When the gaze was broken, he was relieved and dissapointed. Now he could tell her what was on his mind, but he wished she'd lift her head up once more.
"Andy, I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't intend on hurting anybody when I invited you to come plant a garden. But it happened anyway." He moved his hand as if he were thinking if taking one of her hands, but dropped it back so that it was just barely touching her leg.
"I am deeply sorry. I've said that a lot, I know, but I don't know what else to say. I just feel awful." He sighed, looking straight at her head. It was frusterating for him because he wasn't certain that she was listening. But something in his heart told him she was, so he continued. "I want to make it up to you do much, but I don't know how. Somehow, I want to prove to you that I'm not the kind of guy I've lead you to believe I am. If you'd just tell me how I can make this up, or help convince you to believe that guy I really am, I'm sure we could work it out." He bit his lip, looking at her expectantly.
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Andromeda Molland was silent for a moment. Two moments. Three moments. She could feel the seconds ticking away- soon not much time would be left.
She sighed. The sound was sharp against the lulling silence of the otherwise empty fields. Finally she looked at Dylan and spoke, her thoughts finding voice at last.
"Dylan."
She relished his name on her tongue again.
"I believe you."
She looked at him-- really looked at him-- past the blinding likeness to Adonis, past the pierce of his eyes, past the tan of his smoothly muscled skin. She saw a boy regretting his actions very deeply. Enough to come and beg an apology and promise to make it up.
"I'm just afraid of you doing what you did to Ellie to me. But... it's a risk I'm going to have to take. If," she said, the insecurity in her eyes solidifying into a warning, "I have your word we'll take things slowly."
Relief had never felt so good. He smiled, a blinding smile that didn't hide his relief. He had somehow convinced Andy that he was as earnest as he wanted to be.
Maybe he wasn't the monster he thought he was.
Taking her hands in his, then sweeping his thumb over her tan skin, he looked at her. What he saw was a girl who was willing to sacrifice her heart to make a relationship. In a way, it was more beautiful than her physical features.
"I promise," he said, slowly enough so she didn't think he wasn't thinking things through, but quick enough for her to know that he wasn't hesitating.
"I promise, Andy. Believe me when I say what I did to you and Ellie hurt me, too. I don't want to hurt you like that again."
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The spell of their stare was broken when Andy leaned back to pluck a strawberry off a branch- a small one- and eat it, keeping her eyes on Dylan's in no subtle gesture of flirtation.
"Because if you do," she said after swallowing, raising her eyebrow (no empty threat here), "I promise to kick your ass back to your farm, nature boy."
He studied her for a moment. Lips twitching slightly as he fought back a smile. "Don't worry. I've made sone if my sisters promise to slap me if I step out of line again." There was no teasing sound in his voice. He was dead serious.
Dylan chewed on his lip, eyes flashing with pain. Without her knowing, Andy has hit a nerve. But he covered it up surprisingly well. With a sigh, he sprawled out beside her, looking up at the sky.
"I'm sure you would, except this nature boy lost his farm years ago." His voice was surprisingly calm. Still, he couldn't look at her. It still hurt to talk about it.
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"Hey," she said gently, "what happened?"
He blinked. The concern in her beautiful cobalt blue eyes warmed his heart. Clearing his throat, he managed to mumble the words needed for an explanation."Dragon attacked while I was at school."
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Terrible. Thank the gods I left for camp before anything major happened.
Silently she offered him a ballast against the pain that surely rendered his heart-- if he needed to talk, she was there.
His arm snaked around her waist, and his head rested beside hers. If the topic hadn't been so heartwrenching, he would have surely felt the bliss of her comfort. In his own silent thanks, Dylan brushed his lips to her forehead. It was barely a kiss, and if it was, it was their first make up kiss. Hopefully, it was also their last.
"I just came home, and everything was destroyed. The buildings were burned to the ground, most of the animals were dead. My dad was harvesting that day..." he trailed off hopelessly.
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"Did..."
The question was not brave enough to flit off her lips but it poised itself, uncertain, in her eyes.
Dylan closed his eyes, flinching a little when the old memories came back. It was not a pretty sight and thankfully, Dylan wasn't light-hearted. Squeezing her hands, Dylan shook his head. Hair flung in his eyes, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I buried what I found," he mumbled quietly.
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"The price we pay to be part of a god's family is horrible and often too much," she muttered quietly, as much to herself as to him.
The smell of strawberries wafted from Andromeda and into Dylan's nose. The scent almost always calmed him, which was part of the reason why he enjoyed coming here to think. The Ares girl beside was also helpingg calm his nerves. He wrapped his arms firmly around her waist and pulled her close. His vision blurred, but he forced the tears away. A seventeen year old boy shouldn't cry over something that happened four years ago.
"So true," he mumbled against her hair. "Sometimes I wonder why we try so hard to be a part of that family."
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"It's because we have no choice."
Had Andy been this soft before? He couldn't remember, but he didn't remember her being so soft. So warm. It was comforting. "Again, you're dead on. But sometimes I wonder if the price some of us pay is worth it."
~*fade out*~
The day could not have been better. For this Demeter boy, it was the perfect day. The sun was shining just right. Enough to make his nicely tanned skin tingle under the rays, but not enough so that he'll need to ask an Apollo child on how to heal sunburn.
The wind had the right amount of every fruit in the vineyard, so when it floated toward him, he could individually smell every fruit around. Like the strawberries that suddenly cane to his nose.
Strawberries and their field was another reason (if it wasn't the whole reason) that the day was so perfect. He had just spent his best hour or more in those fields. Spending a quarter of that time asking Andy for forgiveness. The rest of that time had resulted in the two of them basking in the sun. In each other's arms.
Though his guards were down and his heart was a little sire from the earlier events of talking to Andromeda about them and then to the fate of his father, the day was glorious.
Life could definately be worse.
Ellie pushed back her hair as she walked the fields, for no particular reason.You're depressed. You just got dumped, a little voice at the back of her head kept whispering.
"I don't care," she muttered bcak.
Dylan swiveled his head in the direction of the voice. It was faintly familiar, but he couldn't put a name to it. When he did catch sight of the person that he was alone in the fields in, his heart sank all the way to his toes. Ellie.
What was she doing here? Was it just a cioncidence that she was here after Andy and him had made up? He thanked the gods that the daughter of Ares had left when she had. The scene could only make things worse.
Clearing his throat, Dylan shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his basketball shorts. "Uh, you don't care about what?"
"Nothing..." managed to whisper. "So, hello, Dylan," she said in a crackly, friendly voice that wouldn't last long.
You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Dylan clenched his teeth together, keeping his intense green stare on the calm green of the grass. His whole tanned body was tense, as if waiting to be attacked.
"Erm, hi, Ellie." His voice was anything but friendly. He knew she wasn't really be friendly. He wasn't stupid. His voice was small, shy, and definately awkward.
"Having a good day?" she tried to say in an upbeat voice, but insted came a surly-sounding, "Whatcha doing here?"
Truly fantastic day! I just made up with the girl that I cheated on you with! No matter how Dylan worded it, that was the message that would come out. He bit his lip in frustration. Words pulled themselves together in his head, slowly forming to sentences that would--hopefully-- not hurt her as much as he feared.
"Oh, you know." He waved his hand in the air as if it was obvious why he was here. "Just, uh, walking. Thinking." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"About Andy?" she seethed a little. I never thought this guy would be the cheating type.
He flinched openly. His gaze still refused to meet hers. The grass plants weren't about to rant or accuse him. He'd much rather look there than at Ellie's face. He couldn't see the emotions he'd caused. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "About all of this."
Mostly safe.
Several times had she been betrayed. Several times she had cried. Several times she had shut herself up and sucked it up.
But of course, this was different.
Worse and worse. Tears came. Cassidy didn't care anymore. About the tears, that is. Everything else...
Broken. She felt broken. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. She was broken.
And so I reached insanity.
"Please..."