Post by Clopin/Akima/Mushu/Tzipporah on Dec 18, 2011 19:59:48 GMT -5
My whole body was hurting. I didn’t have the strength to open my eyes and look around. Or even move.
Where am I?
It even hurt to breathe.
“Hey freak, wake up!
Freak? Someone’s talking to me. I better listen before they hurt me.
Wait, they already did. That’s why I can’t feel my legs or arms right now.
I tried to open my eyes again and barley managed to see the man standing above me. My vision was still blurred, so I couldn’t make out his face. But I recognized his deep and sadistic voice.
Oh wait, it’s that guy from before. Now I remember.
“Run Clopin!”
I should’ve listen to brother and run away instead. Seriously, what the hell had I been thinking? I should’ve just run away like crazy right after I’ve thrown the poisoned plants at those fat guards. But still, I wasn’t expecting a whole fucking army around the corner! And people think I overreact over stuff. Geez.
What happened to Luca anyway? He must’ve escaped. Thank god for that, now I only needed to worry about myself. If I could just move-
A kick in my abdomen sent me straight into the wall, making me spit out more blood on the red mottled floor.
Fucking child abuser…
“What’s the matter freak? I thought you were going to kill me!” he mocked me, laughing as he kicked me again.
I groaned in pain and bit back the tears that wanted to fall. Like hell I would give that fat ass the pleasure of seeing me cry!
He suddenly bent down and grabbed my hair in a hard grip and painfully made me look up at him. I could clearly hear my neck crack.
“Nothing more to say?” he spat in my face, his sick and twisted smile wide while looking at the mess he made.
“I’m going to kill all of you!”
Did I say that? Oh. That must have been before they knocked me out for the fifth time. Why don’t they just kill me already? I wasn’t going to tell them anything. I rather die! Which I would soon anyway so why bother torturing me?
I couldn’t help but grin then. They thought they were the ones who were going to kill me, when in fact it was just my stupid illness that was sucking the life out of my small and beat up body. Ha, talk about a waste of time. For them.
He cursed at me and punched me hard in the face before letting me fall back on the floor. Apparently he didn’t like that sly grin on my face. Party pooper.
I cough and slowly crawled over to the wall, leaning on it while trying to get up. My body really hurt… and I don’t think it’s because of all the beating up I’ve gotten for the last three days.
Damn I’m hungry.
I finally started to see normally again and glanced around the small cell. I wrinkled my nose at the strong smell of rum and glared at the now sleeping guards back. And not only that, he snored. Pig.
I felt my knees give in and sunk to the floor again, still not being able to feel it.
I sighed and leaned my head back against the wall. This must be end huh? I could feel my last bit of strength and will to live slowly leave me. Talk about the worst birthday ever! I had even looked forward to it. Luka and father had promised me to go hunting as soon as I turned eleven, and I would finally show to Luca that I could be good at something! It’s not my fault my magic was bad and weak…. Right?
I groaned and moved my hands to my face, jerking in surprise and pain as soon as I felt my hands on my cheeks. I stared in horror at the now badly scarred and burned hands in front of my face. What the hell? If I didn’t know better I would think these hands belonged to someone else.
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, only now remembering what they did not too long along.
They were the real freaks…not me.
I sobbed and put my hands closed to my chest, leaning forward until my forehead was resting on top of my bruised knees.
It still burned.
“Hold him, this is going to sting!” the man laughed as the other two held the fragile boy to the chair, his hands tied down on the table.
He tried not show how afraid he was, or scream for help. Because he knew no one would come to save him. No one would care no matter how much he begged or cry.
The man came back with a big flame torch, grinning sadistically at the young gypsy. “Now boy,” he said calmly and crouched down in front of him. “We only want you to tell us where the freak’s hideout is and we’ll let you go ok?” he explained.
The boy stared quietly at the man, his eyes showing only one thing. Hate.
“No,” he tried not to whimper and looked straight into his eyes, refusing to back down.
The guard just shacked his head, looking a little sad first until his wide grin found its way back to his face. “Last chance you. Tell us.”
Clopin spit on his face.
“You fucking brat!” the man hissed and slapped him hard. Without another word the two men behind him held his arms and back painfully in a tight grip, making it impossible for him to move. He watched in horror as the torch got closer to his hands. He tried to get his tied hand free, but there was no way he could break the chains.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the burning pain to come.
He screamed.
I open my eyes again and stared at nothing in particular. There was nothing to see in here anyway. Oh wait, that skeleton over there was something to look at! Although watching a rotting corpse wasn’t exactly the most fun to do. Dead guys were Luka’s thing. What’s so fun about necromancy and voodoo anyway? My brother is so weird…
I blinked when I felt something roll down my cheek. Was I crying?
I laughed weakly and lifted a burned hand to wipe it away but flinched as it stung and let it dropped back to the floor.
I wasn’t hurting anymore. I could barely feel anything. That’s good… soon all of this would be over and I could see mom again.
Sorry Luca and dad, for always causing trouble. But I smiled until the end, just like they wanted. I hope they say hi to Layla for me…
I felt more tears coming out but didn’t care anymore. I smiled slightly and let my eyes close. Please…. Just let the end come already.
I heard the cell doors open and someone walk over to me, but I didn’t care or open my eyes. I would soon be dead anyway. What’s the point of torturing me now?
A warm hand suddenly touched my shoulder. I didn’t move however, where they trying to toy with me now too? Just let me die in peace already.
“Clopin,” an all too familiar voice said. I couldn’t believe it and slowly forced my eyes open. I smiled weakly at him, feeling more tears rolling down my bloodstained face.
“H-hey bro,” I said before starting to cough. “What took you so long?”
Luca smiled at me, that typical teasing grin that said ‘man you’re lame, getting caught and beaten up like that’. Well screw him.
“Talk about a pain in the ass,” he said warmly and carefully cradled me in his arms before lifting me up. “How many times do I have to save you?”
I blinked when I felt my head rested on his chest. Was he shaking?
“Don’t you dare die on me,” he suddenly whispered. It sounded more like an order to me though.
I couldn’t answer him, too tired. “Luca,” I mumbled sleepily, unaware to the guards surrounding us. “Remember that song mom used to sing to us?”
Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
“Yeah?” he answered, now standing still and with a calm expression, waiting for them to attack.
“I can hear her sing that now,” I smile and let my eyes close again.
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
So I'll be with you when you dream
They suddenly jumped forward to attack the two gypsies but only hit air. “Behind you,” Luca whispered to him, but before the guard could turn around his head was cut off from his body. Luca smiled widely at the rest. “Who’s next?”
River, o river
Flow gently for me
Such precious cargo you bear
All I could see was darkness. But it was rather nice actually. So peaceful. I turned my head around when I thought a heard someone. A warm and soothing voice and at the same time sad. Singing. I gasp and started to run towards it. “Mom!” I shout and try to run faster. That’s strange, I’m not hurting anymore… Those that mean that… I’m dead?
Do you know somewhere
he can live free?
I stop and stare at the woman in front of me. I felt myself crying again, bit for what I don’t know. Happiness? Anger? Sadness? Loneliness? Confusion?
“Mom?” I sobbed and reached for her. But she just stared at me and softly shacked her head. She turned around and started to walk away. “Mom!” I scream in panic. I didn’t want her to leave! I didn’t want to be alone. I start running after her but no matter how fast I ran she somehow only got further away from me.
River, deliver him there...
All the pain I felt before came back in full force and I fell over. I felt blood run down my face and back. I looked at my hands, gasping in horror when I saw them burning. The flames spreading up around my arms.
I screamed.
Two strong hands came out of nowhere and held me down to the ground. I continued to scream and tried wriggle away. My whole body still hurt as hell and I chocked, trying to breathe normally.
“Clopin! Get a hold of yourself!”
I stared up at Luca’s terrified face. I blinked and looked around. We weren’t in the cells anymore… This was the river.
I finally manage to breathe normally. “Luca,” I sobbed, the tears now falling freely. “Mom left! She just left me!” I cried and gripped his shirt, for the moment not paying any mind to all the blood on his cloths.
He wrapped his arms around me protectively and rocked me back and forth, almost like mom used to do. He hummed quietly until I drifted back to sleep.
Brother, you're safe now
And safe may you stay
For I have a prayer just for you
I heard him sing something, but was to tired to make out the word he spoke.
I felt him stand up and started to walk away from the river. Are we going home now? Good. I missed dad and the others…
Grow, baby brother
Come back someday
Luca stared down at his brother with a sad look. No wonder his brother had trouble with magic. He may not know it yet but his body was all the time healing itself. All because of that illness they don’t know a shit about. Guess Clopin will always suck at healing magic since his body uses it all the time on himself.
He kissed his brothers bruised forehead before teleporting them back home.
The first thing Clopin heard when he woke up after three days, was that his father had passed away.
Come and deliver us, too...
Where am I?
It even hurt to breathe.
“Hey freak, wake up!
Freak? Someone’s talking to me. I better listen before they hurt me.
Wait, they already did. That’s why I can’t feel my legs or arms right now.
I tried to open my eyes again and barley managed to see the man standing above me. My vision was still blurred, so I couldn’t make out his face. But I recognized his deep and sadistic voice.
Oh wait, it’s that guy from before. Now I remember.
“Run Clopin!”
I should’ve listen to brother and run away instead. Seriously, what the hell had I been thinking? I should’ve just run away like crazy right after I’ve thrown the poisoned plants at those fat guards. But still, I wasn’t expecting a whole fucking army around the corner! And people think I overreact over stuff. Geez.
What happened to Luca anyway? He must’ve escaped. Thank god for that, now I only needed to worry about myself. If I could just move-
A kick in my abdomen sent me straight into the wall, making me spit out more blood on the red mottled floor.
Fucking child abuser…
“What’s the matter freak? I thought you were going to kill me!” he mocked me, laughing as he kicked me again.
I groaned in pain and bit back the tears that wanted to fall. Like hell I would give that fat ass the pleasure of seeing me cry!
He suddenly bent down and grabbed my hair in a hard grip and painfully made me look up at him. I could clearly hear my neck crack.
“Nothing more to say?” he spat in my face, his sick and twisted smile wide while looking at the mess he made.
“I’m going to kill all of you!”
Did I say that? Oh. That must have been before they knocked me out for the fifth time. Why don’t they just kill me already? I wasn’t going to tell them anything. I rather die! Which I would soon anyway so why bother torturing me?
I couldn’t help but grin then. They thought they were the ones who were going to kill me, when in fact it was just my stupid illness that was sucking the life out of my small and beat up body. Ha, talk about a waste of time. For them.
He cursed at me and punched me hard in the face before letting me fall back on the floor. Apparently he didn’t like that sly grin on my face. Party pooper.
I cough and slowly crawled over to the wall, leaning on it while trying to get up. My body really hurt… and I don’t think it’s because of all the beating up I’ve gotten for the last three days.
Damn I’m hungry.
I finally started to see normally again and glanced around the small cell. I wrinkled my nose at the strong smell of rum and glared at the now sleeping guards back. And not only that, he snored. Pig.
I felt my knees give in and sunk to the floor again, still not being able to feel it.
I sighed and leaned my head back against the wall. This must be end huh? I could feel my last bit of strength and will to live slowly leave me. Talk about the worst birthday ever! I had even looked forward to it. Luka and father had promised me to go hunting as soon as I turned eleven, and I would finally show to Luca that I could be good at something! It’s not my fault my magic was bad and weak…. Right?
I groaned and moved my hands to my face, jerking in surprise and pain as soon as I felt my hands on my cheeks. I stared in horror at the now badly scarred and burned hands in front of my face. What the hell? If I didn’t know better I would think these hands belonged to someone else.
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, only now remembering what they did not too long along.
They were the real freaks…not me.
I sobbed and put my hands closed to my chest, leaning forward until my forehead was resting on top of my bruised knees.
It still burned.
“Hold him, this is going to sting!” the man laughed as the other two held the fragile boy to the chair, his hands tied down on the table.
He tried not show how afraid he was, or scream for help. Because he knew no one would come to save him. No one would care no matter how much he begged or cry.
The man came back with a big flame torch, grinning sadistically at the young gypsy. “Now boy,” he said calmly and crouched down in front of him. “We only want you to tell us where the freak’s hideout is and we’ll let you go ok?” he explained.
The boy stared quietly at the man, his eyes showing only one thing. Hate.
“No,” he tried not to whimper and looked straight into his eyes, refusing to back down.
The guard just shacked his head, looking a little sad first until his wide grin found its way back to his face. “Last chance you. Tell us.”
Clopin spit on his face.
“You fucking brat!” the man hissed and slapped him hard. Without another word the two men behind him held his arms and back painfully in a tight grip, making it impossible for him to move. He watched in horror as the torch got closer to his hands. He tried to get his tied hand free, but there was no way he could break the chains.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the burning pain to come.
He screamed.
I open my eyes again and stared at nothing in particular. There was nothing to see in here anyway. Oh wait, that skeleton over there was something to look at! Although watching a rotting corpse wasn’t exactly the most fun to do. Dead guys were Luka’s thing. What’s so fun about necromancy and voodoo anyway? My brother is so weird…
I blinked when I felt something roll down my cheek. Was I crying?
I laughed weakly and lifted a burned hand to wipe it away but flinched as it stung and let it dropped back to the floor.
I wasn’t hurting anymore. I could barely feel anything. That’s good… soon all of this would be over and I could see mom again.
Sorry Luca and dad, for always causing trouble. But I smiled until the end, just like they wanted. I hope they say hi to Layla for me…
I felt more tears coming out but didn’t care anymore. I smiled slightly and let my eyes close. Please…. Just let the end come already.
I heard the cell doors open and someone walk over to me, but I didn’t care or open my eyes. I would soon be dead anyway. What’s the point of torturing me now?
A warm hand suddenly touched my shoulder. I didn’t move however, where they trying to toy with me now too? Just let me die in peace already.
“Clopin,” an all too familiar voice said. I couldn’t believe it and slowly forced my eyes open. I smiled weakly at him, feeling more tears rolling down my bloodstained face.
“H-hey bro,” I said before starting to cough. “What took you so long?”
Luca smiled at me, that typical teasing grin that said ‘man you’re lame, getting caught and beaten up like that’. Well screw him.
“Talk about a pain in the ass,” he said warmly and carefully cradled me in his arms before lifting me up. “How many times do I have to save you?”
I blinked when I felt my head rested on his chest. Was he shaking?
“Don’t you dare die on me,” he suddenly whispered. It sounded more like an order to me though.
I couldn’t answer him, too tired. “Luca,” I mumbled sleepily, unaware to the guards surrounding us. “Remember that song mom used to sing to us?”
Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
“Yeah?” he answered, now standing still and with a calm expression, waiting for them to attack.
“I can hear her sing that now,” I smile and let my eyes close again.
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
So I'll be with you when you dream
They suddenly jumped forward to attack the two gypsies but only hit air. “Behind you,” Luca whispered to him, but before the guard could turn around his head was cut off from his body. Luca smiled widely at the rest. “Who’s next?”
River, o river
Flow gently for me
Such precious cargo you bear
All I could see was darkness. But it was rather nice actually. So peaceful. I turned my head around when I thought a heard someone. A warm and soothing voice and at the same time sad. Singing. I gasp and started to run towards it. “Mom!” I shout and try to run faster. That’s strange, I’m not hurting anymore… Those that mean that… I’m dead?
Do you know somewhere
he can live free?
I stop and stare at the woman in front of me. I felt myself crying again, bit for what I don’t know. Happiness? Anger? Sadness? Loneliness? Confusion?
“Mom?” I sobbed and reached for her. But she just stared at me and softly shacked her head. She turned around and started to walk away. “Mom!” I scream in panic. I didn’t want her to leave! I didn’t want to be alone. I start running after her but no matter how fast I ran she somehow only got further away from me.
River, deliver him there...
All the pain I felt before came back in full force and I fell over. I felt blood run down my face and back. I looked at my hands, gasping in horror when I saw them burning. The flames spreading up around my arms.
I screamed.
Two strong hands came out of nowhere and held me down to the ground. I continued to scream and tried wriggle away. My whole body still hurt as hell and I chocked, trying to breathe normally.
“Clopin! Get a hold of yourself!”
I stared up at Luca’s terrified face. I blinked and looked around. We weren’t in the cells anymore… This was the river.
I finally manage to breathe normally. “Luca,” I sobbed, the tears now falling freely. “Mom left! She just left me!” I cried and gripped his shirt, for the moment not paying any mind to all the blood on his cloths.
He wrapped his arms around me protectively and rocked me back and forth, almost like mom used to do. He hummed quietly until I drifted back to sleep.
Brother, you're safe now
And safe may you stay
For I have a prayer just for you
I heard him sing something, but was to tired to make out the word he spoke.
I felt him stand up and started to walk away from the river. Are we going home now? Good. I missed dad and the others…
Grow, baby brother
Come back someday
Luca stared down at his brother with a sad look. No wonder his brother had trouble with magic. He may not know it yet but his body was all the time healing itself. All because of that illness they don’t know a shit about. Guess Clopin will always suck at healing magic since his body uses it all the time on himself.
He kissed his brothers bruised forehead before teleporting them back home.
The first thing Clopin heard when he woke up after three days, was that his father had passed away.
Come and deliver us, too...
Thanks^^ I was afraid it wouldn't fit at all >.<
