The Final Countdown; (Tag: You know who you are!)
Sept 23, 2014 15:33:48 GMT -5
Post by * on Sept 23, 2014 15:33:48 GMT -5
Crouching down in the bushes near the house, I can see how wonderful it is to see that door. That window... no, HER window. Her window that would stay open during the colder months, letting in the chilly air to cool her room. How, in the summer, the curtains would always be rolled upwards and tied unlike someone else who would merely push them to one side adn let it go. No. She loved the sun. She loved being outdoors. Training and the outdoors is how she was always spending her time. Now to answer this measley question. How in the hell did I get here? How in the hell did those imbiciles not even think that they needed to keep me under their 'oh so careful watchful eye'? Serves them right... especially my humble roommate. Whose he to judge? Thinking that he needs a different room away from a 'convicted felon'? We were patients. No one gets to get special treatment around here. So, naturally, he got what he deserved and I got what I deserved...
Freedom!
Absolute freedom and a chance to get back at those reason(s) for my... unscheduled, and unwanted, time in that rotting prison cell. He'll pay for it. I know that. If he had just let me take her... this wouldn't have happened. He will pay and that other woman...
"Shit." I jerk my hand back from the bush. It's pointed tip sinking deep within my skin. A certain type of anger welling up inside of me enough to make me move from my favorite spot. "I wonder if she's home?"
My eyebrow raises, watching the curtain in her room sway with the wind going through her window. The curiosity peeking, almost pushing me, to go look and see if she may be in there, but whose to say that she'll welcome me so easily? Last time, I nearly killed her.
"No. YOu protected her. You kept her from that one guy. That dirtbag who defiled her... kept her. Brainwashed her." I glance to the door of the house and see it open up and the girl who I so desperately want to see again come out. Her beautiful long, dark locks swaying with the wind. I can't help but glance at her movements, but somethign is off about her. Something that creates such a more beautiful being that I can't tear my eyes away from her.
"Kya..." I whisper, wondering if the wind will carry my words on a whimsey and float to her ears. Perhaps, she'll just see me? "Damnit..."
She turns the other direction, and she's quickly floating down the path. With her attention diverted, it seems she's left me alone until she comes back, so what better way then to greet her when she comes home?
Stepping lively, I cross the road, pulling yet another pointed leaf from my side. "A thorn in my side, you'll be no more, my precious Kyanite. You never said I couldn't visit." I grin when my fingers touch the door to the house only to reveal the knob unable to turn, but the silly thing just swings on open with one gentle push. "Always pull your door until you hear it latch, sweetheart."
Freedom!
Absolute freedom and a chance to get back at those reason(s) for my... unscheduled, and unwanted, time in that rotting prison cell. He'll pay for it. I know that. If he had just let me take her... this wouldn't have happened. He will pay and that other woman...
"Shit." I jerk my hand back from the bush. It's pointed tip sinking deep within my skin. A certain type of anger welling up inside of me enough to make me move from my favorite spot. "I wonder if she's home?"
My eyebrow raises, watching the curtain in her room sway with the wind going through her window. The curiosity peeking, almost pushing me, to go look and see if she may be in there, but whose to say that she'll welcome me so easily? Last time, I nearly killed her.
"No. YOu protected her. You kept her from that one guy. That dirtbag who defiled her... kept her. Brainwashed her." I glance to the door of the house and see it open up and the girl who I so desperately want to see again come out. Her beautiful long, dark locks swaying with the wind. I can't help but glance at her movements, but somethign is off about her. Something that creates such a more beautiful being that I can't tear my eyes away from her.
"Kya..." I whisper, wondering if the wind will carry my words on a whimsey and float to her ears. Perhaps, she'll just see me? "Damnit..."
She turns the other direction, and she's quickly floating down the path. With her attention diverted, it seems she's left me alone until she comes back, so what better way then to greet her when she comes home?
Stepping lively, I cross the road, pulling yet another pointed leaf from my side. "A thorn in my side, you'll be no more, my precious Kyanite. You never said I couldn't visit." I grin when my fingers touch the door to the house only to reveal the knob unable to turn, but the silly thing just swings on open with one gentle push. "Always pull your door until you hear it latch, sweetheart."