No Regrets {Lulianna/Merihim}

[Knuckles]

Lulianna Roxen

How many days have gone since the peacekeepers outnumbered her? It was a complete mistake, but happiness can only be found through searching, and that's exactly what she was doing. The white walls of the cell have grown dark as the days grew longer. Each passing second felt like an entire lifetime. A heart ticked rapidly inside her chest over and over keeping the teenage girl alive. It wasn't much, but hearing the sound reminded her of the death of Mizar, and how a wave crashed down upon Lulianna drowning every emotion in the frigid water. When she closed her eyes, she could still see the blood pooling around the dead peacekeeper as the white uniform was stained red. The sound of his screams wouldn't leave her mind as he begged for mercy. Nobody in the world deserved mercy because it drove happiness further away.

Chills ran throughout her spine while she tossed around on the cold metal shelf used for a bed. The hairs stood on the end of her arms pointing in every direction possible. A punishment awaited her, yet she had no idea how long it would take for the predator to pounce on her like a piece of meat. Fear lurked inside her veins as her stomach sunk deep inside of her leaving her ribs noticeable. Lulianna was used to pain. A heart of stone shattered in thousands of pieces the moment her sister died. The mental pain was far worse than any physical pain would ever be. She felt like someone slammed a cattle iron against her many times beating down her body, and now all that was left was the images flowing freely through her mind.

A loud boom interrupted her thoughts as the cell door flew open. Men dressed in white gear with helmets stormed in the room grabbing her by the arms. Her body flew through the air slamming against the ground. Pain shot through her body as the breath escaped her lips. Gasping for air, her eyes shot around the cell. Her home for however long she was here wasn't a permanent home, and she knew it, but the thought of leaving the comfort of the cell sent shivers down her spine. Hands wrapped around her arms pulling her from the floor until her feet was underneath her, and they drug her from the room. Her arms flew out catching the wall, and she held on for as long as she could until they yanked her hands free. Her heart leaped inside her chest before taking off like a race horse. For the first time Lulianna was afraid, yet she regretted nothing she done.

All the blood rushed from her face leaving her a ghostly pale. She wanted to scream, to fight against the iron grips pulling her further away from her comfort zone, but she couldn't. Their grips were too strong, and her fragile body was too weak. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, and she fought hard trying to blink them away. Every muscle inside her body shook rapidly. If it wasn't for the peacekeepers dragging her along, her body would've already slammed into the tiled floor. Frantically she looked around as the cells slowly grew tinier and tinier until she couldn't see them anymore. Her breathing quickly became labored and shallow like a dog panting from the heat. The sound of the boots echoing through the halls bounced through her skull blocking out every possible idea of what might happen. Would today be the day Lulianna rejoined her sisters Mizar and Muscinda?

Only time would tell.

graphic credit Anzie :3

[cass]

m e r i h i m.

He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't hung-over. He wasn't much of a liar though, so if anyone had of asked him what was wrong he'd have grinned, waggled a finger in front of his lips and told them to fuck off. He didn't have to deny the accusations that would follow up, he simply had to let them know he wasn't interested and to piss off. Being one of the four peacekeeper's in charge of the detention centre had it's perks. Most of the older ones would scowl at him, but the years of strict training had left them with will-power strong enough to bite their tongues. Well, if they didn't Merihim would remove them for them.

The interrogation room was clean, the door slid open easily and Merihim bit back a complaint as the cold slapped him in the face. This morning, in his hazy state he had neglected to grab a jacket and had rocket up with a loose fitting shirt and a pair of jeans. His uniform was in the wash. He didn't often where his uniform when it came to interrogation. He didn't like getting blood on his crisp white clothing. Instead he preferred a more casual appearance, and more often then not he'd be scolded by Pysche or even Laufeia for his terrible dress standards. Regardless that had never stopped him from rocking up to work in his casual attire.

A few pieces of paper rested on the table and he moved towards them, drawing out one of the cold chairs to sit on as he peered down at the few sheets. He shuffled through them eyes absently staring at the mass of black letters on the irritatingly white paper. His head throbbed and he regretted not taking a long drink of water before hurrying done to this room. As the minutes ticked by he managed to gather together enough resolve to force himself to at least concentrate on a few minor details that would help him out when the prisoner was dragged in.

Scrunching up his eyes he drew the paper up closer, the page spun in his hands and after pulling it tighter he managed to gather a few scratchy ideas. It was a she, she'd killed someone, couldn't tell who, he'd broken some things and done some bad stuff blah, blah, blah, the same as always. It was always so cut and dry. He wanted to meet someone like him, the picture of cleverness, the kid that had grinned like a cocky idiot and declared that they had nothing on him. He wanted a challenge not someone so obvious. She'd done this and that and been caught.

What was there left for Merihim to do? He didn't need to try and get answers. Granted he could check if their were accomplices, and that usual shit. In the end, though, this entire interrogation would be him just watching her squirm as he cut her open and prepared her to be punished some more so he could wash away his bloodlust. Sighing heavily he shoved the papers back down onto the table, legs stretched out as he leaned backwards. His head tipped over, brown hair falling down as those cold, distant, hazy eyes stared at the roof of the cell. He was to fucked to even make it creative today.

The standard would do he decided as the sounds of footsteps came closer. Yes, the general cut and dry, make her bleed and scream and then end her. He pulled himself forwards, before huffing loudly as he gathered his feet beneath him. Another hard day in the office, a small ,lazy smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Time to get this show on the road.

[Knuckles]

Lulianna Roxen

Happiness. A word that once existed in the heart a broken teenage girl. Lulianna was the happiest person on the face of the earth until her sister kept a promise and volunteered for her death. Mizar had no wish of returning home. The way mother and father treated her was worse than anything. It was always her fault, and now that she was gone, it quickly changed to everything being Lulianna's fault. After the death of Mizar, people kept showing up at the front door stating they were family, yet that's not the definition of family. Family runs much further than being related. It means having the back of a loved one whether it was a family member or a best friend. She had no family. It was all ripped from her the moment the cannon blasted through the arena signaling the death of her sister. Her screams still bounce through her mind as she begged for Henry to leave her alone. The screams of the peacekeeper dying as he begged for his life mix with the shrieks of her sister. All of them roar throughout her ears as the men in white pull her along from the comfort of her own home. Lulianna made a promise to herself. A promise like the one Mizar made to her twin sister after she committed suicide. Lulianna wouldn't beg for mercy no matter what happened. She would take it. She would take the punishment she deserved because in the end mercy pushes away the emotion of happiness. It makes a person weak, and those who were weak didn't deserve the happiness if it even existed anymore. It was gone. Taken away in the blink of an eye. Maybe whatever was lurking behind closed doors was the key to happiness, or it could be a key for escaping the life that she never deserved. The sound of feet pounding against the tiled floor formed a simple cadence blocking out the constant rumble from somewhere inside her ever thinning stomach. It begged for food, yet the tiny girl knew eating wasn't happening anytime soon, and whenever her last meal was probably was the last piece of food she would ever eat again. A stone probably already has her name carved into it. All it was missing was her cold, dead body. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, yet she blinked them away as fast as she could. Looking weak wasn't an option. Giving the current situation, Lulianna was prepared to stay strong. She was prepared to show these Capitol lovers they were wrong. A small grin spread across her face. Then they stopped. Her heart quickly sank into her stomach. Each breath caught in her throat as her eyes fixed on the two words etched vividly into the door. Interrogation Room. Butterflies danced inside her stomach. Every hair stood on end. Silence filled the air for what felt like an entire lifetime. All anyone was capable of hearing was the sounds of her ragged breaths as they slid the door open. Chills ran up and down her spine. Her eyes glanced around taking in the white walls of the room. His uniform was white and clean like the walls until his blood spewed from his body staining the uniform a crimson red. A table rest in the middle of the room. Behind the table was a man. He didn't look old. In fact, Lulianna couldn't find any reason to fear him. The door quickly shut behind them as the men in white pulled her forward. Fighting now was a stupid idea. Resisting would make her weak. It would take away all the work put in to keep a brave demeanor. Her heart screamed as red flags flashed through her mind over and over. Something wasn't right. She was led over to a chair resting near the table. Lulianna forced her lips into a crooked smile before sitting down. Chains were immediately strapped against her body holding her arms and legs against the cold metal. Every thought but one cleared her mind as she stared at the guy standing opposite of her. This is how I die.

Graphic Credit to Anzie <33