//Why Me???

[kiah]

Stallion Sorrento

Water swirled around my feet, reminding me of the times when I was little, when life was innocent and pure. Harmless and easy. Times when if you did a little crime, it would be forgiven and then forgotten. When you were just the adorable child who never meant any harm. Well those thought were soon forgotten when the sounds of my colleague raced to my ears. This was my queue. It was my time to shine. The once calm water at my feet now turned into an angry surge that rampaged through the legs that were in its way. It twisted and twirled in awkward positions eager to get to its goal, as eager as I was to accomplish my task.

Stallions mind wandered around the memories of his past. He missed those days. Days of rebellion and protest. When he could let his emotions run wild. The times when he didn’t feel guilty for the punishments for those close to him. Guilt. That has occurred a lot in Stallions life, regret as well. He’s done some silly things in his past, things that will haunt him, but life moves on and so has he. But sometimes he has flash backs, and life turns into a hell hole…

…Today was one of them…

The street were relatively deserted, the way Stallion liked it. This way he didn’t get stared at, like he was some monster, something to fear, to from hide your children. Well technically speaking he should be fear given his past, and that part he didn’t mind. He felt that being fear was good for him, it gave him authority and people left him alone. But there was also the lonely part to it.

The silence echoed around me, filling me with nothing, only reminding me that life was lonely, that I would die alone. The silence was welcomed in my life usually, but at times like this , I dreaded it. It did no good for me only made my miserable life, seem a whole lot more like a life a zombie would be leading. Meaningless. Why was I sent here to inhabit this body only to be a lone and miserable, I am as good as dead to myself and the people around me who only fear me and want nothing to do with me.

Stallion found himself wandering around the streets feeling sorry for himself, for the people who have suffered because of him, and his inconsiderate attitude towards the human life, to get revenge on those who deserve it. The streets like his imagination was deserted few people out at the time it was. The dark sky sat above him, threatening him, looking down on him as though he was its prey under its control. The moon staring down at him, daring him to disagree. Why was everyone so against me? He thought to himself.

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[Steffenee]

Bella had been laying in bed for a while now, but she wouldn’t go to sleep and her whole house was completely quiet. She didn’t want to just lay there until the sun rose and then she could get up and do something. She thought about it for a while, wondering if she would be able to get dressed and get out of the house without waking anyone up, because if she did, well she would probably be yelled at and grounded until eternity by her mother. She wouldn’t mind it though, for the most part she didn’t go anywhere anyway, and the real punishment would be being confined to the apartment with her mother and siblings. She sighed and turned over in her bed one more time before pushing the blanket off and getting out of bed. Going to her closet she pulled out a dress and shoes before pulling them both on. She padded down the stairs quietly to the store on the level below.

She looked around the store, at the fire that still flickered in the fireplace. She liked that they always had a fire going when it was so cold out. She ran her fingers through her hair before grabbing her jacket and pulling it on. She then stood on her toes and removed the bell from above the door of the store. A loud ding echoing throughout the store and her house when she left would not be smart on her part, because it would wake up everyone. It was made to be loud so that they knew when a costumer came in. She set it on the wooden counter at the front of the store before quietly opening the door and slipping outside into the cool crisp night air. She normally wouldn’t go out on a night that was this cold but she thought that maybe if she walked around some then maybe she could go back to her room and actually sleep some.

The sky was dark as thick grey clouds rolled across the sky, before the sun rose this morning people would probably be out on the water fishing. It was perfect, because the fish were always biting before a big storm, but then again the storm might be out of their district by the time the morning came around. She sighed some as she started to walk down the street a little farther into town. The streets were dark and deserted because of the late hour and the state that the weather was in probably. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair for a second time feeling like it was all over the place, even though she knew for a fact that no one would probably be seeing it until she styled it the next morning.

As she walked she thought about school and her friends—that she never spent any time with. She thought about the reaping coming up and was worrying about not only her but her two older siblings, they were almost out though, which made that a little easier on her. She also thought about how her dad would be upset with her for sneaking out if he ever found out. She hoped he didn’t and prayed her mother didn’t find out or then she was really screwed. She rounded a corner on the street thinking about all that was going on, and she hit something—or more someone—that was solid enough to make her feet slip from under her and land her on the ground.

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[kiah]

Why was he always seen as the bad guy? he thought, but then he took a moment for it to sink in, and he smiled at himself. that’s right I am the bad guy. He almost laughed at this. How could he be so blind? All this time he spent mopping around about how poor his life was and why people always blame him is because of, well, him. He brought it all on himself. This cheered Stallion up, in a way. It’s odd… what can cheer people up; get them to see the sense in things.

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The sky was still dark, and threatening, so stallion turned his attention to something else. Memories of his gang Member flashed in his mind,. Ones of when they were publically killed. Others of when they were happy, celebrating on a successful mission. He often got these flashes, and the always got him when he was weakest, when he let his guard down, like, for example when he was about to drift off to sleep. They would keep him awake for hours.

Soon stallion began to realize that being out here at this time of the night was doing no good for him. He wasn’t getting things off his mind, but getting thought in there that weigh him down. Make him miserable. And the longer he was awake the more he thought about it, the more it tortured him. Nothing was ever going to stop it for happening. It was his punishment for others that sacrificed them for him. He was never going to forget them, even if he wanted to.


Smack!! What the freaken Hell!! Stallion Looked down to see a girl lay at his feet. He tried to rewind his brain, but he doesn’t remember a girl coming into it. It was like she formed out of thin air. Not there then suddenly under his feet. A normal gentlemen would offer her a hand, but him being who he was didn’t even make a move to say he was sorry. Because he wasn’t. He didn’t put the her uder his feet, so he wasn’t going to apologise. Instead he walked over her.“What the F**K do you think you’re doing bashing people up!?” he shouted at her. Not caring that it was night, or who he’d wake up.

He didn’t care that she was a girl, or that she might of just walked into him by accident. it was his nature to make sure that he got his point across, to scar her, to make sure she leaves him alone.

I looked at the girl, face was apologetic and scared, inside I really didn’t mean to scar her, it was just my first sense to do so. That’s why no one has the guts to talk to me and get to know me. I scare them away as soon as they do something that might irate me. But deep down it was my way of showing affection. But no one is really able to see it….

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[[OOC: So sorry it's late and not that good! Run out of muse!]]

[Steffenee]

It took Bella a moment to gather her thoughts once she hit the ground. She didn’t know what she had been doing or who she had walked into. Her mind was a jumbled mess as she looked up to see who she had run into. Instantly she wished she hadn’t. She wished she hadn’t been out on the street or even awake. It only took him a moment to start yelling and swearing at her, not even caring that she may be hurt. Tears threatened to fill her eyes—she didn’t take being yelled at well—but instead she held them back and just looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights. What else could she do but that; she couldn’t get a word in at the current moment without sounding like a child. She had had enough of being a child and that meant having to handle this or let it be. She wasn’t just going to let it be of course, that wasn’t in her nature. She saw him turn and walk away from her not sure if she should just let him go or not she hesitated.

She scrambled to her feet and it took her a moment to get her feet under her again before she ran to catch up with him. She wanted to apologize, even though he had been the one yelling at her it was her that had run into him and then expected him to do something that he wouldn’t have done even if it was his fault. She finally caught up to him and cut in front of him turning to face him. That wasn’t the smartest move, even she knew what he was known for what he was, but she needed to show him that she wasn’t afraid of him and in cutting him off to talk to him that was exactly what she was going to do. Every fiber of her being told her to turn and run away from there as fast as she possible could before she got seriously injured. But she wasn’t going to, not until she apologized at least for running into him in the first place.

She calmed her mind and then looked up at him. ”I wanted to say I am sorry for running into you back there”. It took all she could to get those words to leave her lips without them sounding like she was completely terrified of him, which she was, but she refused to sound it around him. Fear is weakness, and she wasn’t about to show him how weak she could be. She was going to wait for him to say something or shoulder past her and keep on walking. If the latter happened, at least she knew that she didn’t run away in terror like most other girls her age would have from him. She would rather be here standing in front of him hoping he would say something, then back in her bedroom at home crying because she had been terrified by him.

ooc: its fine, i thought it was pretty good, even when i have good muse i can't write that much or that good.

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[kiah]

She didn’t need the pain, no one did. Stallion could feel her eyes on him as he walked away. He couldn’t tell what she was feeling, but he bet she is scared and irritated by his attitude. Just like everyone else. Just the way he liked it he thought to himself, and was surprised to feel regret creep into his thoughts. He regretted his life turning into this. Maybe he wanted a family, someone, apart from family, to talk to. To love.

Stallion shook his head in frustration. What was getting into me? Since when did I want a family? But yet again the earlier doubt was there, haunting him. Taunting him. It must be the girl. She must be making his mind turn a bit. But then that got him thinking on why? Why did this girl have a influence on him? An influence to make him see a bit clearer? Stallion snap out of it! he thought to himself, again shaking his head. He must be really tired.

He looked around, but he hadn’t gone far… but he felt like he had been walking for hours. He felt-What! The girl was now standing beside him! Tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention! Stallion summoned a frown. What did she want know? Didn’t he scare her enough?! Stallion looked down on her. Her eyes showed that she was scared…. But also determined. His surprised him. She was actually going out her way to talk to him, someone that could break her neck in a matter of moments without hesitation.

Her fear increased the longer she stood there, but she held her ground. she muttered an apology, her voice quiet but clear. Her eyes sparkled with relieve once to was out, but it was soon replaced with the fear and determination. Stallion stared hard at her. he nodded his head curtly, accepting the apology. But she still stood there, as though she expected Stallion to say something. This made him irritated. What did she want him to say? His frown deepened.

I stared at the girl, the determination sparkled in her eyes. I was surprised tat she followed me to apologise, but there was also something else that warmed inside, me but I couldn’t figure it out. But she didn’t leave after the apology, she stayed there. Just stared up at me as though there was something that I was meant to say back. I knew this was the part where I was meant to apologise, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have it in me too. I wasn’t that type of person. No matter how much I wanted to, no matter how much I respected the girls courage.

But he said nothing he just stared at the girl, his irritation increasing.

[Steffenee]

She waited for him to say something or do something for what seemed like an eternity but nothing was happening. It was like time was frozen and she was hanging in space. It was hard for her to stand there not running away from him. She was thinking about how she was not going to move until she got a reply, trying her hardest to keep the fear out of her eyes as she waited. Waiting. It was not one of her best talents to wait for someone to do something she wanted them to do. Normally if they didn’t do it in an amount of time she felt was the right amount she would get upset and just leave. She wouldn’t this time though; she was going to wait it out because she had to be stubborn about this thing, otherwise she would think of herself as a coward and would never be able to face anyone again.

A cold gust of wind blew in from the ocean cutting through her clothes like they were nothing. She wasn’t wearing a lot to begin with but that still wasn’t the point. She shivered some and looked at him one more time trying to decide what to do. She couldn’t think being this cold. She could always turn around and go home and just forget about it, not worry about what was said here or what happened here ever again. It wasn’t like she was going to be hanging around him any time soon. That just wasn’t her thing. Bad boys weren’t her thing. She stood there for a moment more but when the wind had blown again and frozen her even more then she already had been she looked at him one more time before shaking her head and walking back the way she had come from to catch up to him.

She wanted to go home and crawl into her bed and not think about this ever again. If he didn’t care enough to apologize to her then that was his fault and not hers. She had done her part. She had been the bigger person and apologized for her mistake and she didn’t feel bad about it anymore. She was just going to forget about it. As she continued to walk back towards the corner where he had run into her so she could turn down the street and go home she couldn’t stop thinking about him no matter how hard she tried. She wouldn’t allow it to affect her, or so she kept telling herself. Just telling herself that, however, was not nearly enough to get her to stop thinking about him. There was something that kept nagging at her inside. Something that she wished would just shut up for once and let her do what she thought was right, but it never would. She knew there was good inside of him somewhere and she would just need to find it or let someone else find it. She thought about going back home and crawling back into bed for a while but her mind was so perplexed that she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. She then thought about going out to sit on the beach. It was amazing in the spring and fall and she really wished that they would get here already so she could just sit on the beach and relax and not worry about anything else.

She hadn’t even reached the corner yet as her mind whirled. She was walking at a decent speed but everything to her was moving slower than normal and her mind just continued to spin and think and not stop. She wished it would. It was giving her a headache.

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[kiah]

His irritation increased every moment the longer the girl stood there, just staring at him expectantly. The fear in her eyes soon faded. This was a surprise to Stallion. He was so surprised. He wanted so desperately to know what was going through her mind. What was she thinking?! He wanted to know. Why had the fear faded from her eyes? Was she not scared of him? Everyone was scared of him! But yet he stands here, with a girl whose eyes have turned from fear to frustration. What was going through her mind?!

The building stood tall and proud in front of me. Daring me to enter, to take the belongings that I desired so bad. The belongings that could change everything for me. For the good, for my advantage. The night sky laminated the building, making it stick out from the rest, making it more tempting, more irresistible. The temptation ran through my veins, filling my limbs with adrenaline, propelling forward. I left my crouching spot, and swiftly made my way over to the building.

It was deserted, not a peacekeeper in sight. I grinned to myself; this was the moment I have been waiting for. For most of my life, I have waited for this; nothing was going to ruin it. This was it. Joy raced through me, anticipation. I ran to the doors, they were locked, but I expected that, I came prepared. I’ve prepared all my life for this. The doors weren’t about to stop me, nothing was going to stop me.

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He thought hard about this, when he was determined, noble. Then he realised that he saw himself in this girl. When he was determined but scared at the same time, when he would put himself up to a challenge, even though he was as sacred as hell, but he went through with it, he stood his ground, he didn’t back. Standing here in front of the girl, all these memories came flooding back to him, drowning him in them. Flashes of his past, surrounded him. It was all too much for him.

He shook his head trying desperately to clear it. He was going to apologise. He saw no other option. He felt as though he had too. That he would have expected someone to apologise if that would of happened to him. But there was also something else that he felt…. Something inside him that tugged on him. He opened his eyes, the apology on the tip of his tongue, but the girl was not there. She was walking up the street, she had given up waiting for him. He was too long; he had let himself down, her as well.

He watched as she walked down the street. He had to say something to her he owed her an apology. And she was going to get one.

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[Steffenee]

Bella walked down the street now figuring he wasn’t going to follow her. Why would he, he didn’t feel anything for her, he didn’t feel bad, because he couldn’t. He was Stallion the bad boy, the one everyone should fear. She knew that of course, but she had never thought that it was true; she always thought there was good inside of him somewhere. Now she knew though, that there wasn’t. If there was then he would have apologized. She still honestly believed that there was goodness somewhere buried deep inside of him but she just couldn’t find it. She doubted if anyone could. She didn’t blame him though. Maybe it was how he was raised, or maybe it was because he didn’t have a family to teach him to love, or friends that just didn’t care. Friends that were bad influences or the like, she knew there was something behind the way he was acting but she couldn’t do anything about it she would just shrug it off and forget it ever happened what else could she do?

As she continued to walk down the street she saw Stallion suddenly show up in the corner of her eye. She stopped and turned towards him, curious what he had to say. Had she broken through to him? Was he going to apologize? She hoped so; it would make her feel better if he did because that did mean that there was some good inside of him. She would probably even strike up a conversation with him. He never seemed to be around too many people whenever she saw him and she figured that it could get lonely being all alone all of the time. He apologized to her not sounding all that confident in it and she smiled some to herself. She nodded to him trying to think of what to say. Finally she decided on ”It’s alright.” She figured speaking would be the first thing that would lead into a conversation. She thought for a moment more and figured she mine as well ask the best question she could think of to start a conversation.

”So what are you doing out here so late at night anyway?” She asked him curiously. She figured he was probably out doing the same as her, trying to find some way to calm the mind down to sleep. When she had been lying in bed her mind wasn’t exactly whirling as it was now, but she hadn’t been able to sleep so something had been bothering her. She wondered what was keeping him from sleeping. She hoped that it was nothing too terrible, but you could never guess with him. She might have been able to guess if she had known him, but she didn’t so he was a complete mystery to her probably as she was to him. She knew he didn’t really hang around with girls all that often, anyone for that matter, so she wasn’t sure what he was thinking of her right now. She wished that she could just step into his mind and find out. Maybe she could help him if she knew. What she did know, however, was that it was cold and standing where they were the wind was hitting them hard from the cold ocean water. She kept her mouth shut though, wondering if he would speak to her or if she had asked too much of him already.

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[kiah]

Stallion let the apology fall awkwardly from his mouth, he couldn’t believe that he was here now, apologizing…It was so much for him. So new. This was…. He didn’t know the answer. It was just something that he had never, never done before. He felt something different inside him, but he couldn’t explain what it was. He felt as though he had had a weight lifted of his heart. Or was it more like a hole, in his heart, had been filled. He felt lighter on the inside. honestly he grunted he had no idea what he was talking about. he laughed on the inside, how could he be so gullible, just cause he apologised doesn’t mean anything changed.

The wind was blowing hard, cold, bitting at his exposed skin, but he didn’t really care. But he was irritated again. The girl had asked him a question, one on why he was out here. Stallion felt a frown crease into his fore head. Why was it any of her business on why he was out here at this time of the night? The apology was something, but this! This was a step to far. He was really angry all over again. He tried to hold his next words back… but he couldn’t and suddenly his previous apology means nothing.

“That is none of your fucking business! For fuck sake? Why are you such a sticky nose? Have to stick your nose into everyone else’s shit!” ]He yelled at the girl, his temper rising into a storm. Why the fuck did she want to know. His breathing turned hard, and he looked at the girl, he balled his fists, trying to control his anger but he the struggle was hard, so instead of turning his fists on the wall next to him. It hurt, but he wasn’t going to hurt an innocent girl, unarmed, now that was definitely not in his nature. But he was still furious.

The girl stared up at me, surprised by my reaction. She was just trying to be genuine, polite. But I had taken it the wrong way. I hadn’t meant to offend her, but it was in my nature to keep my life secretive, to hide it from the people around, him. This girl had no exceptions no matter how I may feel about her … how did I feel about her? He couldn’t stop thinking of how scared he had made her, that’s what had driven him to apologise, but now… looking at the situation, he should of left it. He had just made it worse.

Stallion looked at the wall he had just punched… then he lay his head on it. What had gotten into him? He thought as he closed his eyes.

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[Steffenee]

Bella was just being polite and trying to start a conversation with him. She figured it was just something that would start something that they could talk about in the cold wind of the night. She wasn’t expecting his reaction at all. She had just asked a simple question and he was so upset with her and she didn’t understand it. She hadn’t meant to make him hate her again. She hated people that hated her. She didn’t know what to do as his face grew red and he got more and more upset with her by the moment. She looked up at him as he screamed at her, she should have expected this. She shouldn’t have been nosy. She bit her lip hard, so hard it almost made it bleed.

She closed her eyes not seeing him ball his fists, not wanting to. Not wanting to see what he would do to her besides swear at her. She was worried he would harm her this time, that is what he was known for after all. She knew she shouldn’t have even tried. Why was she so stupid? Why did she believe that they might actually be friends? She held her breath until she heard his fist collide with something, but it wasn’t her. Her eyes shot open as she saw him pulling his hand from the wall. Why would he have punched the wall? Was he trying to cut his hand open? She walked forward and then hesitated. She didn’t want to upset him more by walking over and making him hate her even more. If she was smart she would have turned and ran away as fast as she could. She wouldn’t have stuck around to see if he was okay. She would have given up. She would have ran away.

She hadn’t been trying to be nosey, but apparently she had been. She hesitated and finally asked ”Are you okay?” She asked it very quietly not wanting to make him come after her. She was scared now, she thought about turning and running again, but her feet wouldn’t move. She watched him lay his head on the wall. She swallowed nervously before she slowly walked over and laid a hand gently on his arm. She was still hesitant not wanting him to get upset or hurt himself again by punching the wall. She didn’t want to get hurt either she waited for a moment for him to react to her not running away scared, for her still being there. Maybe he had no one to care about him so he just needed someone to care what happened to him. She was honestly worried about him. She didn’t understand why he would get so upset by simple questions. She wanted to help him, but she didn’t know how. She saw the good in him and knew it was there. Now she just had to figure out how to get it to come out more, she wasn’t going to give up on him. She wouldn’t allow herself to; she needed to get him to open up to her. She would work hard for it. She wanted to see him think he was a good person, to feel like a good person and to have everyone else think he was a good person as well, because deep down he was a good person and she knew it. She thought about pulling her back but kept it there hoping he would say something rather than do something. She didn’t want him to react in a negative way either. She wanted him to open up even just a little.

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[kiah]

He lay his head on the wall, trying to coo; down his temper. It was the capitols fault he had turned out like this. That he felt the need to take revenge… on anyone who he thought was doing the wrong thing. Siding with the capitol. All the Capitols fault. All them. They had turned him into a monster. Full of rage and hate. Full of anger and vengeance, just waiting to come out. All boiling up… until he comes to a situation like this. Where he couldn’t stop himself. it just came out, obsessing him, until all that emotion was let out. But this was an unarmed girl. He wasn’t going to bash her to a pulp.

he barely heard her ask a question. Tears swam in his eyes. He hadn’t cried in years, but all the pressures of the years events finally took their toll, the tears just fell from his eyes. Salty little droplets that fell to the ground. they fell. carrying year worth of tears with them. One way overdue. They fell. And fell.

Stallion felt a hand on his arm. He stiffened. He wasn’t used to the touch. No one touched him. But his anger didn’t rage up. It surprised him. He was sick of solving everything by bring out his fist. By physical violence,. Being blinded by his anger, not seeing the sensible way out of these situations. He had, had enough of it all. Tonight he was breaking down. Doing something he should of done years ago. When he needed it the most, then he might not be in these situations, like he was now.

The girl didn’t remove her hand. He wasn’t sure what the gesture was meant to mean. He wasn’t used to any human contact, unless he was beating the shit out of someone. but this was all new. The feelings, the gesture, the contact. He also didn’t know how to react. He felt tht he should slap her hand away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. so he just melted. He let his emotions take control of him.

Slowly he sunk to the ground, his face still against the wall, tears still fell from his eyes, there was no way of stopping them. His body started to shake as, sobs. They were the cause, sobs full of… exhaustion, regret, anger, revenge… all the emotions that he had bottled up for so long came out in a continuous wave, as he sit crouched over in defeat, crying like a little child who had had his candy stolen, usually he would have been the stealer, but tonight, right now he was the child.

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[[ooc= sorry it took me so long to reply xD]]

[Steffenee]

Bella stood there a moment longer almost expecting him to shove her away and not allow her to touch him. Instead of getting upset with her shoving her away and leaving he stood there if not sure how to react with someone who actually seemed to care about him. Her mind was racing in worry, was he just waiting to catch her off guard so he could hurt her; she didn’t doubt it, but at the same time she did, he hadn’t hurt her yet. Starting to pull her hand back she watched as he sank to the ground in a fit of tears, she stood there shell shocked for a minute not sure at all what she should do in this situation.

She had never been in this place with anyone, especially not someone who could rip her to pieces in a matter of minutes. Mind spinning she thought about all the things that he could do to her if she did something wrong, then her mind took a different turn, what if something had finally made him snap. What if he wasn’t upset with her at all and just had never let out his feelings before; she wouldn’t put it past him to have never cried before, because guys believed it showed weakness. She knew better though, she knew that crying actually showed that you had emotions and you were not just one huge rock that could never be touched or changed or hurt. Lots of girls liked that in a guy, but in all honesty she couldn’t stand how fake those guys were, they drove her insane. She wasn’t one to handle guys who were fake all of the time too well, everyone was fake at least some of the time. Finally her rampage of thought came to an end, she didn’t know how long it had been because it had felt like forever, but she knew it had only been possibly a few seconds.

She hesitated for a moment before kneeling down next to him trying to think of something to do, or say. Her first instinct would be to ask him if he was okay; which he was obviously not, so she struck that from her brain as soon as it entered. Her second thought was to hug him, which again might end up with something bad with him freaking out on her for hugging him. That thought stuck in her mind though, he seemed to have his breakdown from just a simple touch on the arm. She wondered what a hug would do to him she thought that would be best because it would make him feel better. She finally decided that she would need to hug him, that was the only thing she could possibly think of to help him at this point. She hoped that he wouldn’t get upset with her for hugging him. She hoped he wouldn’t turn around and hit her or scream at her. She hoped that he would at least take comfort in it.

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[kiah]

Why was Stallion crying like a little kid? What had gotten into him… he felt his breathing strengthen as he came to his senses. Crying! Showing weakness to this girl. A girl, who he could break, so easily, was seeing him as a weakling. Crying on the floor like a little child. He could feel his frustration build. He had let enough out. He had let enough out now he has made room for more. He could feel himself start to shake with shame, shame in himself. shame that he had let his defences down, that he didn’t just walk away, that he let this girl, a girl on which he didn’t even know her name, see how weak he was when really he wasn’t.

Suddenly Stallion felt the need to prove to this girl that he was strong. That he wasn’t a pussy. A guy who just cracked up in tears on the road. Most of all he had a reputation to live up on. He couldn’t just let this girl ruin what he had built up. He needed the4 people of this district to fear him. If they didn’t… if they didn’t what would become of him. People wouldn’t be scared of him. The peacekeepers would be after him. He would have nothing. So he had to keep the fear in the eyes of the district.

But it didn’t mean that he wanted that. It was just to save his ass. He has no other choice-

He felt the girls arms go around him, again he stiffened, he hadn’t realised that the tears were still falling, but not exactly for the same reason. They were more desperate. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t soften. Her arms were around him, but instead of feeling angry and awkward he felt the sense of comfort flow over him. He wasn’t sure on how to react. He had never felt anything like it before. It was known. A comfort that only a mother could bring to their child. Stallion could to nothing but fold under her arms, to breathe in her scent, it was comforting. This was all so strange for, he wasn’t used to it.

Slowly Stallion returned the hug. Ringing his arms around the girl. He tried to be gentle, but gentle? Honestly, he didn’t even really recognise the strength he had, but he tried. He felt that it was awkward but he felt his tears slow, and all his frustrated pained thoughts flew out of his memory. He had nothing on his mind. Nothing but the comfort that was spreading through him, making a smile spread across his lips. A smile. He hadn’t smiled in years but a smile was definitely painted on his lips.

"thankyou" he murmmered into her hair.

[Steffenee]

Bella was scared, well not exactly scared but nervous he might turn and yell and scream at her. She held her breath for a moment not sure what to expect while she hugged him. She wanted him to feel like he didn’t have to be mean; she wanted to comfort him because he was crying. It seemed like hours until he turned and wrapped his arms back around her. She wasn’t expecting that at all. She was expecting him to tell her to get away from him and go away, never come near him again, but instead she was hugged back. She knew he needed to be hugged, she knew it.

He was being careful when he wrapped his arms around her. How carefully he wrapped his arms around her was enough to prove that. She figured he was so use to using his strength to harm people he wasn’t sure exactly how to be nice to someone, to be gentle and not hurt someone. He obviously was trying not to hurt her and she was thankful for it. She knew he wasn’t sure how to react at first and that he wasn’t sure if he should be angry or upset, after all how should he react to a girl he just met hugging him. She knew she wouldn’t be exactly comfortable with it. She was happy though that he reacted in a good way instead of the worst scenario that she had been thinking would happen. She heard him say thank you and it made her smile some, not because it was funny or because him saying something like that to someone like her was funny more because she was happy she had been able to help him. She was not a very helpful person for the most part and it made it hard for her to understand how to help people when she didn’t have the chance to do it a lot. Helping him though made her happy.

She realized that maybe he wasn’t as scary as everyone thought that he was. Maybe he was just hiding his real feelings behind the bad boy act; she wouldn’t put it past him. She sighed deeply and pulled away some looking up at him. She wasn’t sure what to say or do, but she figured if anyone were to walk by there, it would look pretty strange for two teenagers to be sitting in the middle of the sidewalk hugging. She knew it was getting late and she also knew that it was cold. She didn’t want to leave him though, she didn’t want to go back home and leave him here to go back to wherever he lived and her never see him again. If she did it would be the him she met earlier not this him. She didn’t want that. She wanted to get to know him, the real him, not the fake one that walked around the streets making everyone afraid of him. She knew that wasn’t who he was, she saw it herself tonight. Maybe though, just maybe he wanted to stay that way, maybe he didn’t want her to help him and maybe he would tell her to leave him alone and never tell anyone about this. If that was the case and that ended up happening, she wouldn’t know how to react. Would she just be able to go back to her regular life and pretend that she had never met this side of him? Pretend that she didn’t meet someone who was so obviously bottling up all the feelings inside him and not letting them out except in rage? She didn’t think that would be possible.

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[kiah]

Save some face, you know you've only got one
Change your ways while you're young
Boy, one day you'll be a man
Oh girl, he'll help you understand

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A smile. Smile. What a smile can do. He felt his anger fade. Fade into the background, like he had never met it before, like it was sick of him and wanted to free itself, like Stallion had been holding it captive. Like Anger was just a trapped soul. A trapped soul that wanted freedom, wanted to be let out, not cramped up in the mind of… of a man who didn’t know how to release it, in a sensible way. The smile stayed plastered to his face, a face that was lost of an expression like this. It brightened Stallions face, bringing out his true beauty, the beauty he had hidden for years.

He felt the warmth that spread through him as their bodies made contact, it was a nice feeling. Human contact… but not his normal human contact, that usually left him guilt, regretful. This was not the contact of his fist to someone’s poor face, usually they deserved it in his opinion, but that still didn’t mean that Stallion was just a cold hearted beast. He had feelings. He had emotions. He just never put them on display, he kept them hidden, kept them trapped inside him. He knew that one day they were going to come storming out of him, angry for how they were locked up. But he hadn’t expected the day to come so early. And he hadn’t expected this situation, to tell the truth he was going to put a life to an end when the time came. He was going to let himself be free.

He stopped that thought right there. He wasn’t going to be free. He was going to go to hell. He was going to burn in hell. No matter how much he thought that what he had done over his life was the right thing… it just wasn’t. no one could go up against the Capitol and get away with it, and sooner or later they were going to find out what he had done, and he wasn’t going to get off lightly. So he had to put an end to it before it got that far.

He held the smile, but it didn’t really mean the same anymore, the smile had turned from genuinely happy, to a sort of smile… welcoming his death, his future.

The girl pulled away, smiling. Her smiled dazzled him. There were several reasons. He wasn’t used to being smiled at, if people smiled at him, he would take it in the wrong way, bash them until their eyes were sparkling with fear and fear was written all over there face, but this situation was different. He took the smile in, good heartedly. The smile was beautiful it lit up her whole ace, but hidden underneath the smile, Stallion could see the girls uneasiness. She was scared of him. She had the right to be. He wasn’t a very… friendly person. Not someone you would want to hang around with.

He tried not to let that hurt him. I mean what had he excepted? He was an arse hole, the whole district knew that and kept there space. But under the fear Stallion could see something else. Something else. He couldn’t put his finger on it, he couldn’t figure out what it was, but he wanted to know.

“what’s your name?” he asked quietly, hoping he wasn’t asking to much.

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Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

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ooc sorry the coding id bad Dx didn't have time xD