Love is Hate [Daryn]

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' ' Arya Wood , ,

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Love is like hate, they both come from the same parts of the heart
They both draw people together or push them apart
To say hate would mean love
That’s why I hate you
Hate is love, just as love is hate

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Arya walks quietly through her house, she behaved like a stranger trespassing onto another’s land, she didn’t belong in this house, and she belonged nowhere. It had been two years since she had last done something like this, she had been such with Castenea in the forest... from then on her relationship with her father had slowly shattered.

The arguments has increased and a relationship that had once been as strong as iron slowly shattered as the rust took control breaking the hard connection they had once had.

At all changed when Latisha was murdered her one best friend the only girl she trusted with her life, she was like a sister to Arya, but then she was stolen. Life can be stolen from you with the blink of an eye, gone... never to be seen again.

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The alley was cold, it was dark many Peacekeepers surrounded the entrance, but none seemed to care. Arya hoped all the stories and tales weren’t true... she shoved passed the peacekeepers, they ignored Arya a death of a lowly seam resident wasn’t enough to spark interest among them, it was a common occurrence.

Every death affected someone; someone always paid for it... today it was Arya. She covered her mouth in shock, the body lay on the ground, all of it was twisted in a horrible position, its arms were in unnatural positions bent till they were unrecognisable as the arms. Arya didn’t cry she was numb... in front of her lay her best friend Latisha.

Arya stares wide eyed at it, it all just wouldn’t sink in the blood was everywhere, it covered her perfect face masking the beauty beneath, now she looked destroyed not the strong lady Arya knew. Death destroyed everything from your appearance to your very being, it left nothing untouched.

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Arya blinks stopping the memory, she needed to find the killer her friend had never deserved to be raped then bashed to death. That was the very reason why Arya know snuck out of the house in the dead of night, her father couldn’t know he would stop her and cause another argument that would yet again shatter there frail relationship... Arya didn’t want that.

Arya had clues on who had destroyed her life as well as her friends now all she had to do was find the guy... find him and get her revenge; sounded easy enough. Arya slings the pack on her back it was laden with a knife, a knife that could easily end one’s life. Arya had murder on her mind.

She moves out into the cool night air, the moon hid behind clouds as if it was scared of what she planned to do, Arya had to agree she was scared, but she needed to do this, she needed to do this for Latisha that was all that mattered. Shrugging the pack into a comfortable position she moves silently down the streets, they were all familiar to her every twist and turn she hoped she wouldn’t bump into anyone how awkward would that be.

Arya continued to walk down the silent streets with, but one though to kill the person responsible of murder of her best friend.

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Clair had been crying all day. She hadn't been home since the day before. She couldn't let her father see her like this. He would either think she was pathetic, or laugh at her straight in the face. There was no room for mistakes with her father. Everything had to be perfect around him. The word "mistake" was pretty much non-existent to him. Yet here his daughter sat on a bench in the middle of night, crying her eyes out over a boy she had only spent mere hours with.

The two had connected though. Clair had found a true friend. Well, until he left her in the rain. The last thing he told her was that he was running away into the forest. He wasn't going alone, he was actually going with his girlfriend. To be honest, she didn't know if she liked that any better than him being alone. Rowan was hers. He didn't know it yet, but he was hers to have.

A sudden surge of anger began to course through Clair's veins and she stood abruptly. She had finally given in to the begging voice inside her head. The one that kept repeating one thing over and over. "Go after him."

She was walking pretty quickly towards the one destination she was most terrified of visiting: Her home. She had to though. She needed supplies. She had heard the stories of those people who had just left. Or rumors, she should say. Most people never come back after they are gone. It was what haunted Clair's thought. Did they make it? Are they ok? She had settled on the same answer everytime she thought about it. There was one, and only one way she could find out. She had to go into the big bad forest.

She rounded a builing in a quick jog and she ran right into the girl. Clair had never saw the girl before, she was sure she would have remembered if she had. Her hair was as black as the night she was standing in. Her skin was as white as day. Those were the only two things Clair could notice in the darkened sky. That, and that the girl was in a bad mood also. Usually Clair would have apoplgized, but not this time. Right now, she really didn't give a fuck. So instead of apologizing, she stood and looked the girl in the eye. She stared at her with an expression that was mixed with a ton of emotions. Happiness, sadness, anger, they all surged through her. but none did as much as Hurt.

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You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
~Anna Lamott

Arya scowled, she hadn’t wanted to meet anyone, and she didn’t want anyone to have the slightest reason to believe she was out here to murder a person. She glared at the girl angrily, maybe her anger would scare the girl, but that could also lead to the girl being suspicious of her behaviour. Arya took a single breath exhaling it slowly; she calmed herself before replacing the scowl with a natural expression.

Arya looked at the girl again, the girl for the matter looked very upset, and maybe she was planning on murdering someone and was unhappy her plans had been interrupted. Arya immediately dispelled that idea, that was stupid... but, wasn’t that why Arya was out here? The girl would have any reason to believe that, Arya hoped she wouldn’t otherwise another body would be on her hands.

Arya shook her head, what was wrong with her? She was planning anther girl’s death and she hadn’t even gone through the first one yet. Why was she even thinking about this? The girl had no clue obviously as to what was going on in Arya’s head. Arya focused her attenti0on back on the girl in front of her. She was pretty enough, not exceptionally pretty, but she had a cute face and a slim body. Then again that was enough for any guy to drool over.

From what Arya could see in the little light she had, the girl looked as if she had been crying, or it could just be the moon on her face, Arya wasn’t sure. The girl didn’t look to happy, she had anger in her eyes mixed with pain. Arya wasn’t impressed, the girl looked like Arya, well not looked, but she sure had the same emotions as Arya had felt when her dad had gone all screamo at her, it hadn’t been a pretty site.

Arya clutched the bag on her back tighter with one of her hands, she was wasting moonlight. She was losing what little time she had to find the guy that had raped and killed her friend. Arya wasn’t even sure where the guy lived, all she had was a screwed up piece of paper covered in blood with the guy’s first name on it! His name was John There were so many of them! Yet she didn’t feel overwhelmed at the little prospect of finding the guy, she was hopeful, if she just keep looking she would eventually find him.

It also helped that she had one other clue that had narrowed down her search area slightly. He was a seam person, well Arya hoped he was. Latisha had written Seam on the letter, so she took it as she thought, John was a Seam resident. That narrowed the choices down.

Arya glares down at the girl, she wasn’t sure what to say or do. Maybe if she was rash she would scare the girl off, if she was kind the girl would certainly stay to find out more, and Arya couldn’t deal with that... and still she felt as if this girl could help her... maybe she knew of this guy, but what if she did and they were related or really close friends. Arya scowls, she couldn’t deal with this, and she was on an emotional roller coaster that was going to end with a guy dead.

“Do you know a guy called John?” WHAT THE HELL??? she wasn’t meant to say anything and yet the words had come right out, instinctively she covers her mouth with her hand, but there was no point she had already said it. She was angry, she hadn’t meant to say that, but it had just come out and now this girl knew the name of the person she was going to kill. Arya decided to play it cool.[/size]

“Yeah, do you know him? He’s my uncle’s son, and I need to bring some stuff to him.” She indicates the bag on her back, placing a lazy grin on her lips, she moves herself into a lazy posture to look relaxed and calm. Oh man she fails at acting cool xDDD[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify][/color][/size]

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So, after this girl knocked Clair over, she didn't even have the decency to help her up. This girl was trouble, and Clair was no friend of it. She hated trouble actually, and saw it best fit to rid the earth of it. That didn't necessarily mean she had killed before, because she hadn't. No, Clair was a good girl, she just tried to help people as much as possible. This girl couldn't be helped. Clair saw that almost immediately. It was unlike her, but she was already in a bad mood, now, she was pissed.

It only got worse when the girl wanted to ask questions. Who did she think she was? To run into somebody is one thing, but to not offer your hand, and then expect them to be nice to you? It was almost laughable. Clair would have laughed, had she not been so angry at the girl, for pushing her, at Rowan for leaving her...pretty much the world. She hated every piece of it, including herself. She wasn't happy anymore, and she wasn't just going to let it get worst. She needed to get some of her anger out.

She stood with an extreme attitude before she spoke. "No, I have no fucking clue who "John is." She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as the words came to a stop. She looked st the pathetic piece of work that stood in front of her."Can you at least apologize for being such a klutz? Because I think that would be kinda necessary, don't you?" She didn't care about how rude she was being, she really didn't. She wanted somebody to hurt as badly as she did. She wanted them to feel the pain she did. Her entire life was a joke, and Clair was sick of it. She had been nice to long, and it was time to get a back bone and start saying no every once in a while. She almost needed the girl to smart off. She could already feel her fists getting ready to swing, but she held herself back, until this girl made one little mistake.

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Arya glares at the girl, she was a bitch! No one not even her most hated enemy talked to her like that! This girl had just gotten on Arya's bad side. Arya growls, "Talk to me like that again and my foot is going to go so far up your fucking ass I will be able to paint my toenails!" Arya grins at her words, they made her happy that she could even say something remotley threatening. I look into the girls steaming eyes and narrow my eyes, this girl had attitude and for the first time I wonder what I have gotten myself into.

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That was it. That was all it took for Claire to swing her fist at the girl's face. She was no longer "Claire, the good girl who everybody treats like a door mat!" She was Claire "Mess with me, you will be sorry.

Those simple words, and Claire tried to cram them down her throat. She wasn't just hitting her because she was a stupid bitch that deserved it. She was doing it for everything. Why the hell not? She was leaving soon anyway! As in, the next few hours. All she had to do was take care of the minor, and she did mean minor, bump on the road.

This girls was nothing. Dirt, a flea, trash. She didn't deserve Claire's time, but she sure was getting it. Claire didn't like being this person, she hate it actually. She was through being stepped on though, so the punch was necessary. She wasn't aware of the things she was doing, or the things she was saying, all she knew was it was on. All she could do now was hope that the punch hit the girl in the nose like she hoped it would.

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Arya flinchs at the girls spaz, but she was smart enough to know what was coming. Arya sways to the side, missing most of the hit, bit the end graes her chin. Arya snarls, "YOU BITCH HIT ME AGAIN AND YOU ARE DEAD!" She pulls a knife from her bag. "I'm out here to kill someone, what is the difference if two die tonight?" she says threatiningly. All her fear and pain had melded into anger and to be honest Arya really did believe she might actually kill this girl if provoked far enough. She brandishes the long knife in front of the girl. Narrowing her eyes she challenges her to do soemthing.

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I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Sure, a fight was one thing, but you DON'T pull knives. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to get to a peacekeeper station, and quick. I didn't give her time to over analyze anything before I began running. I wasn't worried because I thought she was going to catch me, because only one person was faster than me,and it was NOT this girl. I was worried because she could follow me. I'm too clumsy as it is! In the night running through all these obstacles? I was bound to trip a few times, so, I just ran. With everything I had. I was breathing hard, and every breath was a shriek. "You crazy bitch!" That was what I was saying. That was all I could say.
I just hoped she wouldn't come after me.

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Arya watches as the girl flees screaming a curse at arya. It didn't bother her because she want going to kill. No one she just wanted to threaten the girl. Although arya had to find her she needed to tell the girl that she couldn't tell anyone that she wanted to kill a man for murdering her best friend. Arya cuts down a side street at a weary run, she could hold that pace for ages and what was more was she was a very fast runner. The street was quiet and empty, just as it should be at this time of the night. The stars twinkled above like eyes watchin what was happening down below. Arya hoped they were enjoying the show. Small puffs of white clouds crossed the sky covering patches of the watching eyes. It was a beautiful night or a run.

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One thing was crossing my mind as I was escaping. run. That was all I could think. I was doing it, too. I was running faster than I ever had. I stopped at the sound of footsteps. Footsteps that were only getting closer and closer. They were coming from in between two buildings. I was standing next to one of the buildings, and had to cross the empty space to get to the Peace Keeper Office. I took a deep breath and ran. I new she saw me, with out a doubt if she didn't, then the horrified scream that came out of my mouth was enough to let the girl know she was close enough to me to catch me.

"Stay the hell away from me!"I screamed in my new sprint. I could hear her behind me. I knew she was close. Not close enough. With a deep breath, I put everything I had into the sprint. I was not going to die that night, and I had to make sure of that.

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Arya wasn't going to give up thateasily and as she heard the girls steps quicken so did her own. She wasn't quiet yetpuffing and she knew that she could keep going and going. After all she had been training ever dince her friend had died. She had to know how to fight. SO she had learned. SHe rounded another corner and caught sight of the girl. She ran harder. She didn't want the girl to escape, she couldn't let her find Peacekeepers. Arya ran harder, she knew that there would be only one or two PK's out at this time, but she still had to stop the girl. No matter what. Arya didn't want to kill her.