Jason looked directly at her, showing both eyes had scars on them, one was directly through, and the other was around in an L shape. "One was a knife injury, and the other happend about an hour ago when i was sleeping. I fell on a rock. Jason looked at the guards smiling "They are fun to mess with. But i wouldnt recemend doing it, they get mad easily."
Jason chuckled and got close to her ear "I uh... killed a guard" he said and pulled away smiling sweetly "Dont tell" he said with a wink and looked at the guards, who had gone back to their duties. "I killed one by slitting his throat... its a shame though... he was one of the cutest ones...." Jason shrugged and smiled "But i have... new interests now." he smirked mischieviously and stretched his back. "Besides, i have a plan to help everyone escape when we leave in about.... 20 hours." he sighed "Trust me, you dont want to be here for a long while."
"you...killed....a guard?" she said, her face turning paler than normal. "why?" she asked sounding disgusted. "And I don't really think anyone wants to be here any longer." She stood up and put her foot flat against the tree. "I know I'm sure that I don't want to be here and I barely got here. My goal is freedom. I don't ever want to be enslaved again...." her voice trailed off.
Jason looked her, a more... softened face "Ah.. you've been enslaved..." he said and walked closer to her "Don't worry... i know i killed him, but i only did it to get his gun... i wouldn't dare hurt one of my companions...." he ran his hand across her cheek "You've killed someone before, haven't you? The way you trailed off like that when you said 'enslaved again' "
She felt his hand touch her cold, pale skin. She felt her face become red, but just for a second. "I've never killed anyone in my life, and I don't plan too. But if thats what it takes to get freedom, I'm willing to do that." She said "but what are you willing to do? You've already killed someone, what else are you gonna do?"
Jason smiled "Well... in about 20 hours... i plan to distract the guards while everyone else runs" he said happily "Nothing could make me happier than to see all these people freed." he sighed and leaned aganist the tree, his hands in his pockets, the gun holstered safely in his belt. "I... don't really care about my freedom. I have nothing worth it out there, i'd be nothing." he chuckled a bit and blushed slightly, saying to much "Erm... Yea... i am going to try and take out the guards... and have the rest chase me..." he smiled up at her "I told you my plan, whats yours when your free?"
Jason chuckled "Of course i do." He said "I may not act like it all the time, but i care for the people who are tortured daily, those who have had horrible lives in miserable places like this. I want to help them, and this may be the only way i can." he said with a sigh. He smiled as he leaned against the tree. "Well... Crystallized Miracles should be on the top of your to do list. I don't care much for it, i want others to get their. I have made up my mind on this small plan... hopefully i doesnt mess up... If i do live, which is unlikely, i will try to get to Crystallized Miracles before winter... thats only two to four months away. Thats everyones destination, ive heard."
Jason sighed slightly as he took off his jacket, letting the cold breeze sweep his upper body. He shivered slightly and smiled at Kalani "Thats just about it for my plans... Al though, i do plan to oneday settle down with a loved one. One that i can protect, and have always." he said and stood up. "I'm going to get some sleep before tonight... You're welcome to join me, if you want." he said with a smile and walked to his tent.
Kiri peered outside. She noted the interactions between the girl- she hadn't caught her name- Jason, and the gaurds. Huh. So maybe he was interested. Squinting she stood, and sleepily stepped outside. The moon lit brightly the surrounding premises, and she yawned as she walked forth. Her whole body was taught with an uneasy feeling she could not name. As she continued on she spoke softly to herself, the words tasinting her thin lips. She had learned alot from those slaves, back where she had 'lived' before. They all heald brilliant knowledge of the earth, and what it did, and why. Of the gods, and death, and life after deat, and numbers, and words. In a sense it was all to much to take in, yet, she gulped it down, every bit of knowledge, as she did a beverage on a hot day.
She pictured the teachings of Sam, as he had been named. They were illegal, but oh how she thanked him. She knew, now, how to calculate, and navigate. Truley an amazing thing when one took the oppurtunity to endevour it. She reminisced on the descriptive words he had use,d and tried to name each person she met with one.
She was tired, but she continued wlaking on, the moonlight reflecting of her pale skin, luminous on her whole fraglie body. She wanted ot resy...She wanted to sleep. She hadn't even realised when she lay upon the scarcely populated grass and dozed off. Her thin body heaved which each shallow breath, and she mumbled softly.
..... If It's out there, I'll find it. I promise......
Be Seeing You Empty Casket
"I promise. I'll return for you. I promise you... I promise..."
Eyes opened to stare up at the night sky. His optics burned with a cry for sleep, while tears ran down his cheeks from the vision of her face, and the promise he had made and planned to keep. He stared at the sky, viewing the stars above. Around him, the world seemed to be at peace. For once, the sounds of the camp were lulled, quiet. As if everyone knew that tomorrow dawned disaster. It would be hard, back-breaking, truly agonizing at that. Everyone seemed to be wondering the same thing. Would they make it to this place?
Stars gazed back down at the male. He blinked, enveloped in darkness for a brief moment, then viewing the stars once more. They blinked at him, each in turn. The moon was nearly covered, only a sliver showed in the sky. The blanket of ebonite coloring shimmered with her glittering lights. What were stars? Were they really the souls of people? He gazed up at them, feeling them burning brightly at him. Or were these lights wishes? Thousands, upon thousands, of wishes? He turned over on his side, staring down at the dirt instead. The sky always made him think of the past. It just would not leave him alone, or bring him to peace. He closed his eyes, resting them for a moment.
In the darkness of his lids, he saw faces. Some contorted with old age, others filled with rage and anger, some soft and kind-hearted, and then hers. He smiled to himself, feeling the warmth of her touch upon his face. The softness of her lips brushing his. The way her love seemed to make him shudder and shake. He had never been so head-over-heels for someone before. And yet he could see her in his arms. His stomach twisted, churning with disgust. He could feel his hands touching her young breasts, his lips sucking at the tender skin on her neck. He could hear his moans with her in bed and it made him sick. He snapped open his eyes, looking back down at the dirt around him.
A hand placed gently on his shoulder. It was very old, but oh so wise. He turned, seeing an elderly woman's face. She had no name to him, and he had no name to her. She just cared for him. She knew he was sick, and getting worse, but she did not stop him from travelling the next day. She wrung out a cloth, placing it on his head as his fever rose slightly. He smiled gently at the woman, his eyes softening to embrace her eyes in his. She was rather old. Skin hung loosely in large bags under her silver eyes. Her hair was as white as snow, and her nose long and pointed. Her fingers were soft, shaking from age but all the more gentle. Scars lashed across her arms and around her neck and face. She was one of the older slaves, where abuse held no limits in her days. She was dressed in a large shirt, nothing else covered her, but the shirt stretched to her ankles, much like a dress or gown. He stared at her bracelet. She had fallen in love with her master, but when he passed away she had been willed to his sister. Her mistress was an unkind woman, and there she stayed for long, long years. How she had escaped was beyond him. He had not heard her story completely.
"You're getting sicker. I understand that you need to find this place, that you need to find your heart, but is it really worth your life?"
There was a pause as he stared into her eyes. She smiled gently, giving him no time to answer her question. Lips parted, revealing healthy teeth for an elderly woman. She may be old but her dental work was unrivaled.
"No matter. If this is truly what you seek, you will risk any amount of life you have for it. I wish you luck tomorrow. And for the sickness, I have made you some herbs to eat. It isn't much, but it will keep you well during attacks. It's made of bananas for flavor, pine syrup, and black berries. There's a hint of mint in there as well. It won't taste the best, but it will protect you. Now rest, you'll need it."
She rose to her feet, walking away. His eyes followed her, the kindly old woman seemed to know exactly what to do for him. He sat up, feeling an ache in his side. He glanced down, knowing that what lay under the mass of bandages was red, rotting skin. He held his side, staring up at the sky. He would need medicine along the way. He knew that for sure. He stared back down at a small pouch the woman had given to him and a smile spread over his lips. He stood up, shaking a bit and having to grab onto a branch to steady himself.
He was dressed in a pair of old pants that he had taken from his lordship that night. His chest was bare, for he only wore his cloak. He glanced at it, picking it up and feeling the hide of the cattle that travelled along his former master's farmland. He liked how it felt. It kept out rain and provided him with great warmth. He stared down at his bandage once again. Was it really worth losing his life over?
He shook his head, telling himself that it was. He stared down at a small puddle from the previous rain. His hair was corn-flowered, hanging in front of his eyes. His eyes were also golden, shimmering like the sun. They held a kind, gentle warmth in them. He understood everything, even himself. He looked down at his reflection. His fingers touched the water's surface, feeling it ripple under the tips of his digits.
He heard a small voice. He raised his head, straightening up. Not far from where he stood, a young girl curled up on the ground. He looked up at the sky, viewing the storm clouds. Tomorrow was going to be a wet one. Good. It would shield their scent. He walked towards the young girl, kneeling down beside her. His once-proud figure was diminishing, but his chest still held the attractive masculine tone that had made him such a prize. Hands gently put his cloak over her, rubbing her shoulder a bit but being careful not to wake her.
"Sleep. You'll need it."
He smiled down at her. For a moment his eyes locked upon her thin face. He could see hers. He shook his head, clearing up his thoughts and sitting down next to the young woman, his arms hugging his legs closer to him. He rested his cheek upon his knees, staring down at her with kindness twinkling in those golden rimmed marbles. He looked back up at the sky, wondering which wish was his...
(The girl I'm talking about is Kiri. Just so ya know ^^)
Lashes fluttered softly as behind closed eyelids, closed doors, locking tightly away the sould of a young girl, handed her dues in a way she would never forget. A sigh floated from her lips as she trembled, the cool air hovering around, and finally enveloping the whole of her body. Her thin body was wound tightly around an invisible orb which she cradled so close to her chest, and it could be inferred that not only was she immagining this, but dreaming it. The picture maaterialized slowly in her mind, finally turning to a vivid setting in which she fell to a relaxing state. She was a hostage to her own peace.
In this ever constant reminiscense of life she noted all which happened around her, as it seemed, in a slow, groggy motion. Each and every single thing lasted moments longer then it should've. People were not people, but objects in the scheme of things as she walked by. Each and everyone, be they any race, was harnessed, or roped to anything surrounding them. Fear was simply a dank cloud that hovered over this nation of lost delusion, and nothing could be done to stop it. Kiri could only watched, and be seen. Seen doin nothing, nothing at all to help, to ease the burning pain.
Then she saw her.
She, herself. She was but a mere child, but the image was moving as the young girl trembled before her. Her head hung low, strands of tattered gold hung before her eyes,, sheilding them form what lay before her. Her lips did not move, but she spoke. And oh so clearly. Each word teatherd Kiri tighter and tigher, binding her airways , constricting the precious oxygen which she had only now noticed was scarce. She lashed out , not only in her dream, but in actuallity. Fear accumulated as the girl rasied her head. Her eyes were not eyes, but simply pools of crimson. Blood dripped as tears down her sullen, pale cheeks, and finally she spoke.
.....I can be saved...save me...save yourself.....
Now Kiri couldn't breath at all. She didn't want to . She wished to be lost in this sinful pleasure forever, but she stopped. everything at once. A hand from an unidentified reached out , and saved her. Her body relaxed, and her breathing steadied. The cold which chille dher to the bone faded as a mysterious warmth encradled her frail body. For only a moment her eyes opened, and she noted the man sitting beside her. She felt the fabric on her chin, and closed her eyes. She sleepily reached a hand out, and brushed it across his lower lang. A silent thank you for his kindness before her breaths steadied into an even, slow pace, and she faded back into her sleep.
It's Love, Make It Hurt
He stared down at the young girl for a moment. She seemed to be having a bad dream, thus the shivering and shaking. He placed a hand gently upon her forehead. She didn't seem to be running a fever. Just a bad dream perhaps. He looked down at the hand the slid out from under his cloak and slipped his own into it. His hands were much larger than the girl's. They were slightly feminine, but strong all the same. He may have been used for a sextoy, but that didn't mean he didn't do work too. He smiled down at her, then turned his face back up to the sky.
Tomorrow was the day when they would all venture out and face their greatest fears. It was their judgement. He closed his eyes and saw her face once again. Two blue eyes stared back into his golden ones. They were the soft color of an azure sky. It was almost as if the heavens themselves had created such optics. Lips filled with joy and curved into a smile slid into his vision. They were rounded, thin, and he begged to have them pressed against his. Long locks of brown hair swayed in her face and to the side. Her hair was so soft, so good smelling, so great. He could still take a breath of air and smell the sweet lilac fragrance. He stared at her nose for a moment. It was small, nothing too big, just a cute little babyish curve. He cupped her cheek mentally, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips. His hand snaked round her waist, then he leaned forward to press a soft kiss against her lips.
He opened his eyes to reveal the camp. The lilac aroma disappeared, replaced with the smell of smoke, urine, vomit, and fear. People were never sanitary in the camp, they didn't have to be. However, despite the disgusting smell, one was missing. Blood. There was hardly any blood in the camp. That was what made people seek it out so much. The crimson liquid was nearly impossible to spill on such a sacred place. They would house children, elderly women and men, the weak, the strong. Even those who were not slaves but wished to help. It was all a unit.
He compared it to a great tree he had at his first master's. The tree's roots spread throughout the ground. Despite how much the lawn-caretaking slaves had tried to pry it from the ground, it was unmoved. The roots were strong and would not give into shovels and hoes so easily. He used to sit under it, staring up at the ripe apples that hung from the branches. His master had been a kindly man, slightly older than his mother. He had encouraged him to climb trees, smiling and sharing his apple with him. It was memories like these that made him feel all the more sad. His master, the kind-hearted one that nearly every slave admired, had been killed while riding his horse in a hunt. The horse had tripped over a fallen tree. Neither one could be saved.
He looked down at the little girl, wondering what stories she could tell to him. He would never ask someone to explain how they got here. Some memories were best left forgotten. He ran the back of his fingers over her skin gently, trying to comfort her. If she was making the journey, he would protect her. His hand gave hers a light squeeze, then returned to staring down at his bare feet. He sighed heavily. The journey would be hard and vicious. He knew that inside he was dying. His illness would grow, and he would never make it. But if the path they took was true, if the path they took passed by the edge of a large village, he would be able to get some medicine there. But how would he stay within the group? He thought about it while chewing at his lower lip. Oh well, it was a matter for another day. He closed his eyes, resting his head on his knees. Sleep wasn't in store for him, not tonight. But he would watch over the young girl. And with that promise, he opened his eyes and looked around him, searching for danger like a worried mother.
Kiri, now completely at ease and at a standstill in her own mental dsturbance sighed sleepily. She felt her hand pressed against this man's, and fell captive to his serenuous touch. A honed half concious took in his features. Two stunning golden eyes stared offi nto a distant abyss. It almost seemed as if her wwre waiting. But for what? Perhaps he, too, had felt the need to retrn to someone. Was that someone even alive though? she knew hers wasn't.
only a soft sleepy moan could be heard as Kiri whispered something virtually inaudible.
I' sorry, Im so sorry. If we reach this place, I'll come for you. I'll explain everything. And we will be reunited. I promise, and I...I mean it now....
Her voice trailed off on her last word, and a sad smile slowly worked it's way across her young, pale face. It faded quickly as in a state of deep sleep the images of he whom shewished not to think about took the place of the on's before. She shuttered. His crooked smile, narrowed eyebrows. He was disgusting. Truely repulsive. That ad been the same look on his face when...
Her body convulsed once more, and she winced, but soon calmed. Her grip on the man's hand tightend, and her low cut nails pressed forcefully against his skin, Just as they had so long ago. But was it really that long? no... It had been only a years past. Suddenly, more then ever she craved the touch of the one she cherished so deeply, so passionately. She begged for his comfort and companionship, but knew this would come unanswered. She so plentiflly begged the gods to return him, to send him home to a lost girl, one lost in her own body, mind, soul. More than anythng, her memoies. What was right? What was a delusion? She was more than confused.
why...did you leave me?
Her eyebrows twitched as once more she reached out, grasping for something, anything that could save her from this empty void of sheer pain. Once more she remembered why she had taken the blade to her own fragile body. The pain filled so much that he had taken. And what a disgusting, sinful habit it was. Yet, she still craved it. Just as she had craved him, so many nights after he was gone, untill, finally she couldn't take it anymore, and left. Now that was the past, bu she still wished for him.
And suddenly, just as she had prayed, he was there.
His larger hand held tightly onto her own, that strong grip that hadn't let go untill jis final moments. Kiri sqeezed it, and brought it down to her own cheek. Her face relaxed, and a small, blissful smile crossed her face Her eyes fluttered open then, and she noted who it was, who it really was. She sighed, and closed them once more. Maybe, just for now, he could be hers. Just like he one she had imagined. A name unspoken, two lips parted to reveal the fruit of a young girls dreams.
Forever.
Before , finally, she fell into a chasm of nothing. A deep , dark abyss of her own body being, not taken, but bypassed by the currents of thought.