*Cut Up Angels pt 1
Atlantas
heart shuddered within her chest, nearly giving out just before it
picked up again in a near-steady rhythm. Her eyes glazed over as all
the weight in her body pressed against suddenly weak knees, and she
collapsed. It was all she could do to catch herself with her hands, and
hold herself off the rain-soaked blacktop. The downpour was washing
blood into her right eye, obscuring half her vision until she had to
squeeze it shut. Here weapons lay where theyd been flung, twenty feet
or so away, too far for her tired body to scramble.
Adrenaline was slowly leaking out of her, until she felt empty, and the wind and rain were cold.
Velisian
laughed, his voice sending shivers of fear up and down her spine until
she fear her elbows would buckle and then there would be nothing but
the taste of pavement and blood. His feet made only the faintest
splashing noise as he stalked towards her. His hair hung in thick blond
clumps around his face, clinging to his neck, and streaks of black
mascara slid down his cheeks in the rain.
Atlanta would have liked to laugh, knowing how appalled hed be at
finding himself so disheveled; but she knew if she laughed, shed
cough, and if she coughed shed taste blood, and she wasnt ready to
know it was that bad, not yet.
Youre just sitting there, Atlanta, he cooed. Dont you want to play anymore?
No, she thought. Of course she didnt want to play. Velisian played for
pain, and he knew all the right ways to draw it out of her. She
couldnt help but feel disappointed in herself. Challenging him
certainly wasnt one of her more intelligent moments. He stopped moving
just outside her reach, but it was silly really. Atlanta couldnt even
lift her head anymore. She could only pant and stare with one eye at
the way the water hit and jumped off his goth boots.
Her ribs ached where hed kicked her, a love tap hed said, and hed
probably broken two or three of them. The rest of the blows he
delivered from afar, explaining as he did the way he could manipulate
the air around her until it cut, or stuck like a fist. But Atlanta
couldnt care less anymore. Hed kill her of course, because shed
failed him, herself, her family name.
Youre not speaking anymore, my darling, is something wrong with your
voice? He dropped gently to one knee, now just inches away, and
snatched her face up between cold pale fingers. The glee in his eyes
shivered through her. I see; youre hurt arent you?
She struggled with the urge to jerk away from him. The only thing that
would accomplish was her on the ground, and more of that laughter that
made her skin crawl. No she wouldnt give him anything. She couldnt
pull back from the pain and fear, but she could hide it. Shed spent
all her life training her face to smile when she was miserable, and as
he gazed into her eyes almost fondly, she smiled.
He cocked his head to the side, like a curious puppy, if puppies had
fangs and a sadomasochism complex. Youre leaving me, Atlanta, he
warned. I dont like it when you leave me.
But she knew she could, because any more of his tender care and shed
be gone completely. Dead. The word spiked fear in her gut. Shed never
cared much for the whole dying thing, and it was disappointing that she
couldnt be a little more accepting of it, considering how quickly it
was becoming a surety.
Velisians face
contorted into a snarl. Youre being mean! he protested darkly. You
fail on my mission, and now youre leaving me. With a frustrated grunt
he rose to his feet, and began to pace. I cant kill you now, Atlanta.
Not when you wont even scream for me. I cant kill something that
wont scream! He dropped, punching a dent in the cement that sent
web-like splinters stretching out three feet in every direction.
The air held its breath while he knelt there, frozen in place.
Atlantas head sagged again between her shoulder blades, which had
begun to shake with the force of holding herself aloft for so long. She
clung to her smile like a life-line, realizing that just maybe if she
could keep it, shed live to see tomorrow. Tomorrow was good. Tomorrow
meant healing, and then getting stronger. Stronger meant she wouldnt
die on her hands and knees at three in the morning on an untended
basketball court with weeds sprouting up through cracks in the blacktop
and rain slapping against her back in mock congratulations.
Then Velisian stood up, wicked smile curled on his face. But Atlanta
couldnt see, because her head was hanging, and her shoulders were
shaking, and she was focusing on smiling and thinking, For once mom was
right. A smile can make a difference.
Velisian took a few steps back, and awakened his blood within her. The
connection sizzled between them, and Atlanta couldnt resist the gasp
it sucked from her lips. Then, still grinning with mad glee, Velisian
thrust the full force of the longing down the connection.
Best lines of the whole piece:…rain slapping against her back in mock congratulations. She was focusing on smiling and thinking, For once mom was right. A smile can make a difference. Tiz sexy to be a gangsta, and thee def is one of literature. Very alluring piece in general, and Vel is so pretty-chan all wet and make-up running as he is 🙂 Love, Cookie
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ashley rocks! thanks, pookie. the note helped more than you know. and i certainly hope that puppies don’t come with a sadomasochism complex, but they do come with fangs…beware the puppy teeth.
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🙂 There were a couple spots that could prolly be reworded for not-tripping-up-ingness. But otherwise, I like it:) Velisian is a jerk though. ryn: Aw thanks:) tis not REALLY in the POV of a car though;)
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haha. yeah I know it. I’ve been getting into them more. like my poem about beadmaking that’s really not about that, lol. it’s kind of fun. nothing wrong with liking to write about jerks. actually lime tea has their issue now ‘cool jerk’ for just such characters.
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thanks. yeah, I know it. although, I’m glad I don’t have a roommate because I used to complain about my one last year leaving test strips around and not taking out her garbage, and now that I’m alone dishes pile up and garbage in my can til I decide to do it, but I’m not subjecting anyone else to it lol, and I draw the line at smell and overflow. but in a shared space like the bathroom, I
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can’t understand why people are so rude.
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