Desperate Measures (Thundy)

[Matt]

Garnet Thatcher, The Rebellious One

Hunger

The word had been etching on my mind since I joined the rebels. Of course, we had our fair share of hunters, but what about the ones that can't hunt? Do we let them starve? And even if they did hunt, the same rabbit and turkey would have gotten boring sooner or later. The hunger was partly my fault, considering the others would have more to eat if I had never joined. It was time to make my move. I had to do something big for the rebels, maybe even get them a cake somehow. Maybe if I brought back a treat, Ari would put me off of my probation. Ari. If I were the leader, things would be done a little different. We wouldn't have a starving household. And I plan to show him just that today.

I'm hiding in the shadows, waiting for someone to walk through so I can make my move. I take my knife and rag out of my boot and begin cleaning. Cleaning my knife is a great way to pass the time when you are waiting like this. I hear something, and don't even bother to put my knife away. Emerging from my hiding place, I see a girl carrying a hand-crafted wooden box. I point my knife at her. "What's in the box?"

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Shayanne Carlson

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Something unusual had happened to Shayanne Carlson on her birthday that day. There hadn't been a party; there hadn't been a celebration of any kind, in fact. Her own mother hadn't even congratulated her on turning sixteen years old, and it wasn't because she didn't have the time- it was because she had totally forgotten the day. The woman had become so lazy and hopeless in the past year that Shayanne couldn't even stand to have her around.

What had happened hadn't had anything to do with her mother, though. It was probably the most unusual thing that had ever happened to her, and it was that someone had actually congratulated her on turning sixteen and had given her a gift. She had been so taken off guard that she hadn't known what to say, so all she had done was stand there in shock as her friend (Did she even consider her a friend?) handed her an ornately decorated box and walked away. It was the most bizarre thing that has ever happened to her.

She discovered later that inside the box was a bunch of freshly made lemon bars that her friend had baked for her. Immediately she couldn't help but take one out and try it, and her eyes widened in surprise. They were just about the most delicious treat she had ever eaten (One of the only treats she had ever eaten) so she took another and ate that as well. She had gotten few birthday gifts in her lifetime, but that one was certainly the best. On top of that, the box was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The wood was sleek and ornately decorated, and it probably cost a lot. She couldn't let her mother see it- if she saw it, she would insist that they sell it to make some more money. Then again, they could make money if she worked too, but Shayanne would never say that to her mother's face.

That was why she was walking through the woods with it that day, and she encountered that stranger. She jumped when the girl emerged from the shadows, and almost dropped her special box on the ground. "What's in the box?" The girl asked.

The first thing that Shayanne noticed was that the girl held a knife. Immediately her muscles tensed, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she spoke in a calm enough voice: "Is it any of your business?"


OOC: My muse died for her long ago, so sorry that it's a crappy post! (This is why I'm killing her off)

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[Matt]

Garnet Thatcher

I can't help but let out a loud chuckle at her response. Who does she think she's messing with? I walk slowly towards her, knife still in hand. I raise it so the tip barely touches her neck. "I think we both know that it is my business, don't we? Now be a good little girl, and hand over the box." I say, trying my hardest to keep my voice from quivering with fear. I have never done this before. I actually feel sympathy for the girl, minding her own business with HER box, probably going to meet her friend to show the contents. No, the old Garnet Thatcher would think like that. The new Garnet Thatcher, the current one, must shake off any and everything from her past. She must not feel any sympathy. She must focus on the mission at hand.

While reminiscing about my past, Shayanne manages to get by my knife and throw a punch. It stung a little, but I've felt worse. I lean down and charge her, tackling her against a tree. She screams a little, but I cover her mouth and thrust her head against the ground. That's when I notice a substance I am not used to. Blood and Tears. Of course, I've had my fair share of blood from my lifelong hobby, but never tears. I can now hear her sobbing, and I think twice about stealing the basket. But then I think of my new family. A family that understands me, but also a family full of strangers. None of them know me. Hell, I don't even know myself anymore. A sudden impulse overrides me as I spring forward towards the box, snatching it with my left hand as my right is still preoccupied with my knife. Shayanne's hand grabs my ankle, sending me tumbling to the ground. What comes next, I am not prepared for. I have never thought of doing this my entire life, and I never planned on it, but it happened. I stabbed her. She cries in pain, so I stab her again. Stab, Stab, Stab. I myself begin crying as her breathing stops. What have I done? Suddenly, I hear a siren. I wipe away my tears, scoop up the box, and run for my life towards the rebel base, a thought in my mind that will not come out.

I am a murderer.

(ooc: No I am not powerplaying. Thundy gave me permission to take control of her character as much as I wanted.)

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Shayanne Carlson

And then she died.




OOC: End of thread, obviously.

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