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Post by Ekliser on May 16, 2005 12:46:59 GMT -5
The flowers from the beauty before them were dark and dusty. The night had fallen and the day had begun to rise. In the depth of the Jail cell that kept all the prisoners inside, Ekliser kept herself within the contained walls of the padded room and was sure to keep the door shut at all times. She could here the scarping of the rats in the other room. Their screaming as they could smell flesh nearby. From head to toe her body shook, this was not the way her life would end. Ekliser waited until the sun was surely up and the scraping had died down. Grabbing her weapon of choice, pushing it out in front of her, throwing her bag upon her shoulder, she was ready. Being scared had overturned into pure determination to get out of the spot she was in. Pistol in hand, legs moved at a quickened pace as shoulder moved into the path of the door. Busting open the steel door, eyes squinting as she looked up into the sky. The night before their had been part of the station left. now there way little to nothing. Startled by a noise behind her, Ekliser turned quickly, spying a rat the size of a base ball whip out and began her way, but before he had taken two steps she shot it. Sweat poured slowly down her cheeks and back, her body dirty from all the smoke and dust from the destruction of the city before her. There was no escape. The only way to survive was to kill every living thing insight, until it was down to one. That would be herself.
Moving swiftly along the side of the police station, or what was left of it, Ekliser came upon a pile of rubble. She indeed needed some bullets for her Rifle. Digging deep she came upon a safe. It look pretty old. One made out of the cheap metal from the older days. Placing her Shot Gun back inside it's holster on her back, she bent down and unhooked her pistol from its spot. Looking around to see if anyone was around she stopped. What am I doing...theres no cops...no one here to slap my hand. She thought, shaking her head and laughing a bit. Raising her hands straight in front of her she aimed straight at the lock of the safe. Quickly pulling the trigger the bullet went straight through the lock and into the back side of the box. The door flew open from the force of the bullet. Ekliser moved in slowly, making sure there were no other rats to be found. Reaching the safe she moved over papers and a few pens. A remarkable thing came next, she found a bundle of money, along with ammo for her gun and four snicker bars. Though she probably figured they were somewhat old. Stuffing them all into her pockets she found a place to sit. She was starving. It had been three days since Ekliser had even seen a bit of food. |
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Post by Rikku on May 16, 2005 14:26:55 GMT -5
[.it shows courage when you fall to your knees.]
[.just a pool of blood at your feet.]
Whether or not it was intended by the creator to enforce such a life apon this dying world, her raging war, floudering in her own blood. She is dying, but for the people left, a dying race - shrouded in the illusions that it will all soon mend. The grass will grow, trees will flourish and buildings will rebuild their foundations - rising to the height they were befor they fell... What you dream is not reality, its a past tense of fathomless creativity. The grass will not grow to a height above your head, the tress shall not flourish, they remain leaf less. And alas the buildings... do you see them think of new ideas? create a foundation and grow their waining structures reaching for our skyline.... you look up, at nothing, and our god looks down on you... awaiting your death....
[.lets put it to peace.]
[.things are better if you leave.]
If peace be peace and humble pie be handed to every last soul on this planet, then only desire to hunt, love, kill, pass judgement on the sickened... be brazened in your heart. There is no-one left, only the sick, dying and disillusioned watch on, their lust for blood yearning their desire for life... my hand holds the only part of history that will ever be recorded... a bullet from my gun to every last piece of humble pie.... shoot them down like animals, and survive to live another day.... nothing is as it was and soon... even our god on high will realise his mistake... to mess with the bitch brandishing her gun at the fools left to die among the ruins.
[.ruined fabrications of a sickened mind.]
[.darkened desires of the unholy.]
Her hand came to rest on her stomach, holding her insides from their escape... she had been here only once before, bleeding her guts out, her sister following her every move with worried, lost and down right frightened eyes. Her intentions unknown, she picked clumps of dried blood and brain matter from the dank walls surrounding the cities havoc ridden exsistence. Her mind buzzed with life and her memory sung a tume lost to the world the day he smashed the city to ruins....
"Long ago... just like the hearse you die to get in again... we are so far from you...."
unlatching her eagle from the enfringement at her side, she lent into doorways, her gun held at arms length, song still emitting her mind...
"What's the worst that I can say?... things are better if I stay... so long and goodnight... so long and goodnight..."
a figure moved off to her right, swinging her aim thumb shot up to the hammer, cocking the desert eagle, her pride and job.... her life... index finger pressed lightly on the trigger.... the silhouet stopped.... a woman, about her age... but for the least to know, rikku knew anyone including her own blood could dislay signs of the sickness within....
"For your life to be worth the wait, I suggest you stay where you are!...."
[.and i fall at your feet.]
[.dying at your wake.] |
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Post by Ekliser on May 17, 2005 11:37:58 GMT -5
Head cocked around to hear the words of the woman before her, sly smirk replaced the thin lines of her mouth. Placing her gun apon her knee and away from the other Ekliser sat in silence. No words moved inside her mind, she had nothing to say and did not care to speak. Her eyes moved along to review the lands. What she could see of the dying land before her did not make her cry, nor make her mad. The pain and suffering of her past life had helped her understand the reasoning for this destruction. The sky raged with crimson stains as the broken down trees moaned as the winds picked up. lightening spread across the dull sky as the two where beneith it. Ekliser could see fire burning in the distance, though it could be someone's heat to keep warm as they sleep. Or a warning for the monsters that prowled the streets at night, to stay away. Screaming could be heard in the distant, probably a feast of the rats with a helpless victim, one who knew not how to protect themselves. The sounds of a young woman, the age of maybe seventeen. Ekliser shook her head. Eye scanning back over to the girl who stood before her.
"What do you expect to gain if you shoot me?" |
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Post by Rikku on May 17, 2005 12:09:27 GMT -5
[.nothing is as is seems.]
[.even beauty can hold the death within.]
'...indeed she was the cocky type, perhaps, if judgement be so, a prisoner? mental paitent... or a psychotic lunatic like herself... though leave it to him to decide!...'
she laughed, a small chuckle amidst the constant earthen tremors of the concrete, she knelt upon. Her light porcelain hand raised to her face, features admitting nothing to the over grown wickedness surrounding their entire existence. With her delicate, yet labour worn hand, she lifted a stray hair from her eyes... silver they shone, piercing the never ending darkness, alighting the dust settling upon her crimson dress. Tucking the windswept tassel behind her ear, she got to her feet. Eyes and pistol still trained on the one within bullet range... a little smirk emitted her vocal chords, peaking past her lips and making an entrance to the outside world. Taking a deep breath, her senses on full heightened alert, her lips parted... voice box trembled to power....
"If I intended on kill thine... I would have already done so!...."
Her smarmy voice tipped the iceberg... but still the ground shook with anger from the rage battling the city...
"I'm just passing through!... you however.... you are not one of them..!? A survivor?"
[.this cooling feeling?.]
[.its your death!.] |
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Post by Ekliser on Jun 11, 2005 14:41:27 GMT -5
Slowly raising to her feet Ekliser ceased to say any words. Nothing would make this pain around the world go away if they started shooting one another. Rays of the distant sun seperated the clouds. The earth's crust cried up into the heavens to be healed from the silent death that was being brought apon it. Slowly sufficating it. Buildings crashed down somewhere in the distance, who knew if anybody was within that building or below it, who was there to survive and who had already fell as a victim.
.Those battle cries.
.The hunger in the one that preys apon you.
.Preditors always get their target.
Once velvet soft fringe lightly touched her baby soft cheek, now boiled down with mud, blood, and god knows what other dirt and grime that this city had. Eklier felt as though she had not taken a shower in days, and the worst of it, she had lost many friends in what started out as a school vacation road trip. There was her boyfriend Brad, they had been together for over three years, their last year together before they went off college. Brad had dissapeared the night before, only leaving trails of blood out of the van and stopped down the street. Ekliser knew that no vehicles could travel through, but where had he gone? Then there was Rachel, her best friend of fourteen years. They had met in kindergarden and had been friends ever since. Now she was gone, along with their other friends Rob and stan, who where on the football team with Brad. They had all gone to look for Brad, but ended up getting separated.
.The cold air.
.The night leave.
.Makes you wish.
.You were not alone.
Turning her consentration back apon the woman before her, Ekliser stood, silently. Like a statue in the night, never to be awaken. Visage looked apon the others bod, reading her like a book.
"If you would have killed me, It might have been better then to stand here with a gun in my face. Survivor? You could say I guess, though I cannot say much for my friends." |
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