the blood we share {{c+p blair}{arrows}}

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Pandora {pb} Blair

I slide down to my bedroom floor, my back against my bed. My knees up to my chin, armour to the wounds long since inflicted and healed. But still they affect me, like cuts to the soul inside, and they can never be healed, no matter what, no matter how hard I fight to fix it.

Because sometimes, the fight is never enough.

A dagger in the night, I was told I would be, always there, always powerful, but no one told me that the dagger had blood on both sides. One was the blood of the victim, and the other, the blood of the soul, of a monster. Of me. And I wish, that I chose to run, not to fight. Be like Kirrily, and ignore the inticing power of blood. And one person, I need to rescue, from the the life, from the call of blood that our family seems to draw. Cadmus. He needs to know that life does not revolve around the blood that Father believes will make us famous, and rich. Because he can't end up like that monster.

My knee armour falls apart as I stand up, and take a breath, one of preperation, as I fight the first thing in my mind. Fear. Fear that Father will drag me downstairs to the arena, and make me fight Cadmus, or Zephyr, or Father himself. Fear knowing that anyone in this house can kill me if they so choose. I walk quickly towards Cadmus's door, and knock, quickly. I call through the door, "Cadmus, I'm going for a walk, want to join me?" That's normally the code for, "I need to talk to you, get the hell out here now." I can't wait to try and get a brother back from the devil.

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Cadmus {cb} Blair

Light filtered slowly into the room through the minute crevices that ran the entire length of the basement's walls. The light was pale and left streaks of brilliant white light all across the dark and broken walls. How light could even pierce a place filled with so much darkness and coated in so much scarlet blood was a mystery to any of the Blairs. Yet this was not the light of day, but of night. The light that called to those who waited for its cover, for those who thrived as darkness sweeps through the sleeping district. It was the time in which the hunters would awaken for their evening hunt.

Cadmus sat in silence with his favorite sword held tightly within his hands. Using the blade he reflected the light in any direction he chose. He was in complete control, he always was in control no matter what his siblings thought. He knew that Z, K, and Pan would not ever understand that he was made for the life their father had given them. He was unlike them, the only light that remained in his darkened soul was the drive for justice and to protect his family. Other than that he was the monster they wished him not to be. The perfect child raised by their twisted parents.

Slowly Cadmus rose to his feet and walked swiftly over to a small oak box that had his name engraved upon it.  Softly he unlatched the box's lock and lifted the lid. His heart grew more rapid as excitement grew within all the hollows of his forsaken body. His fingers wrapped gently around the glorious blue mask that now was in his hands. It was his protection, his cover from the entire viewing world. It was the thing all people would fear when it slaughtered them. It was his symbol of death and suffering.

It didn't take Cadmus long to ascend to his room where he made haste to pull on all black clothes. His entire body was shaking with the excitement of the hunt when he heard a knock on his door. The moment he heard Pan's voice he cursed silently to himself as he carefully hid the mask in his sweatshirt's pocket. He didn't want her of all people to know what he was planning on doing tonight.

"Do you want to join me for a walk?" She asked through the door and Cadmus let out a sigh. He couldn't say no to her invitation so he would just have to slip away after the walk. So pulling the door open he gave her a brief nod. "Yeah sure." He said subtly as his mind raced about the hunt.

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Pandora {pb} Blair

The quiet huff didn't go unnoticed from me, as Cadmus nodded his assent towards me. "Yeah sure." I nod also, towards the stairs down to the basement, Hell itself. "How was training?" I only ask out of courtesy now, not out of curiosity to what or how things went inside. A silent voice murmurs one thing, over and over, fear, you want to know out of fear. And the voice doesn't lie, it never lies. I'm afraid of tbe room now, like anyone should. It's a room full of the blood of children, and their tears.

I turn from the stairs to the door, and open it, walking outside, letting the cold air diffuse through the air, but the air lightens the fear in my heart, in my soul. I can run now, and nothing could bring me back, not even the call of family, nothing. But I don't run. I don't want to look like more of a coward to my father anymore than he already does. I won't run until Cadmus won't kill someone again, which is easier said than done. And tonight seems a good night as any to try and do that.

Cadmus is all dressed in black, which he only does when he has to go and kill someone. Hence the sigh he tried to hide from me, and the mask that our father gave all of us when we reached fourteen. A mask that was our signature when we killed someone, their last memory of us, adorned in black and masked.

We're a good distance along from the former prison that we were kept in at at younger ages, to prevent the world knowing about the atrocities that were committed daily, in the basement, when I turn and face Cadmus. "Who are you going to kill tonight? This isn't a way to live, y'know. You know I love you, but you're turning into a monster. And you're not a monster, at least, not yet." The anger is no longer stored inside, it is merely dripping- drip. drip. drip- out of my eyes, tears of 'don't go and become a thing you're not', leeching every ounce of colour from within. "Or, let me go and do it. It won't save your soul, it's too late for that. I won't let you become a monster. I can't. We'll burn together in Hell anyway for our lives anyway. Let me prove myself to be capable."

I just stay silent, and let the tears do the rest of the talking. Words have never been the most powerful thing in our household, only actions. The actions of a blade.

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Cadmus {cb} Blair

The chilling air of the outside world rushing in to greet both Cadmus and Pandora as Pan opens the door of our fortress, our castle. The world around Cadmus is dark as he walks out embracing the chill of the night. The aromas that waft elegantly through the breeze send signs of Spring but all Cadmus can think of is the freezing winter that he will bring upon the soul of another tonight. Even the vibrant golden full moon seemed to be shining its ever lasting approval down upon him as he walked next to his sister.

With every echoing step they took Cadmus could feel the nail biting tension that was erupting from Pan. He could feel her fear and he could see the way she was shifting out of nervousness. He knew all along the true reason why she wanted to go on a walk with him. He knew she had a heart of purity so different from his heart of hate. All she desired was to see him become a changed person. One who no longer had the motivational and impulsive drive to kill.

However Cadmus knew that no matter what words she tried to use tonight that his intent would not change. That by the time they separated that he would still be the same man he was standing next to her now. A killer. A monster. A demon. These were the things he could never change. These were simply who he was.

As the two rounded the corner and their house finally vanished into the creeping mists of night Pan's voice rolled gently into his ears. As he had anticipated she spoke of how killing wasn't a fit life style and that it wouldn't get him anywhere in life. Sadly though in this world she was wrong. Killing was televised for all of the world to see. In this world, killing was the true way to survive and to thrive.

What she says next really drives a needle into Cadmus' nerves. She asks for her to kill his targets tonight and within a second a fire is sparked into the hollows of his soul. He stops and looks fiercely at her. How dare she presume that he was incapable of handling his own targets. How day she just assume he would give his rights to kill tonight to her. Did she not understand he needed to kill. He had to kill. If he didn't who knows what would happen. Killing was just who he was, she had to understand that.

Cadmus' fists clenched as he finally spoke up, piercing the chilling winds of the night. "Listen Pan I know you don't get it but I need to kill. I don't have the ability to stop and nor do I ever want it. I am not as much as a monster as our Father but I am one. Its as simple as that. As for who I am hunting tonight well, two people who have slaughtered many innocent children. You see I only kill those who deserve it. Also if you ever volunteer to do my job again I guarantee you won't like my reaction. " Cadmus hated yelling at Pan but she needed to get this through her head. Slowly he raised him mask onto his face and walked on ahead , she could join him if she liked but she better not get in his way. For pete's sake he hadn't even told her that he was planning on leaving for good soon.

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Pandora {pb} Blair

The sob story never works with him. "Listen Pan I know you don't get it but I need to kill. I don't have the ability to stop and nor do I ever want it. I am not as much as a monster as our Father but I am one. Its as simple as that. As for who I am hunting tonight well, two people who have slaughtered many innocent children. You see I only kill those who deserve it. Also if you ever volunteer to do my job again I guarantee you won't like my reaction. " A reply as angry to my statements, yelling as if I don't understand. I do understand, and off he walks, pulling his mask onto his face, his identity hidden from the viewing world. But he is not hidden from me.  

I lurch after him, my legs moving before my mind commands them to do so, and my mouth moving before the words are prepared to arrive. "Don't you dare walk away from me, Cadmus. Can't you see, we are all monsters. All murdered innocent people." I try to catch up to him, to tell him the truth, rip the devil's mask from upon his face, let it burn into ashes. I can't reach him, he's moving away faster than I can catch him.

I spit after him, hoping the wind can carry the meaning of the words that follow. "Cadmus, are you a coward to the truth?! You are not a murderer, and you know that! I'm as bad, maybe worse, than the 2 people you are going to kill. So just turn around, and kill me instead. Save me from the pain of seeing you turn into a monster." And I mean every word, the anger I try to ooze out of every word coming deep from inside.

I pull the green mask from within my jacket pocket, and checking that no one is watching, I read the words on the outside, in embroidered thread. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. And fate is a fickle master indeed.

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Cadmus {cb} Blair

Her words were those that belonged to the mouth of an insolent child. She was foolish beyond the years she had aged and she did not understand when to stop pushing. Cadmus could feel the anger welling up inside of him with every pathetic word that slithered out of her lips. The rage began boiling over its cauldron deep with Cadmus' soul as he whipped around to face her. Behind his mask he wasn't her brother anymore. He was the definition of fear.

Cadmus let out a twisted laugh that danced and swirled horribly in the freeze that surrounded them. Their arena had now been made for them as the moon's rays illuminated the battle grounds, or more of the slaughter grounds. Pan never stood a chance in training and now she dared to challenge him here on the night of his hunt. He would teach her the truth that hid beneath the shackles of his skin. She would see the true demon that lived within him. He would no longer hold back.

Slowly he unsheathed his blade as the moon's light cascaded down upon it.  "You really don't get it do you. You claim to understand but you don't. Believe me you aren't as guilty as the people I am removing tonight but you have over stepped your boundaries this time Pan. All I can say is be very careful what you wish for."

Then in a flash of light and a whistle of steel Cadmus sent his blade through the air towards Pan. In a way he was happy it had come down to this. So when he finally did leave she wouldn't have anything to care about, all she would feel towards him was pain and anger. His sword returned with blood dripping off of its cooling tip, her blood. When Cadmus looked up he could see the scratch he left on her cheek. Then he simply turned and began walking away, "So help me Pan if you follow me this time I will ensure that you can't next time."

ooc- Hope the cut is okay I tried to get a hold of ya but I don't have your skype (woops) xD

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Pandora {pb} Blair

An unsheathed blade was the last thing I expected Cadmus to do- this isn't him, he wouldn't do this.  "You really don't get it do you. You claim to understand but you don't. Believe me you aren't as guilty as the people I am removing tonight but you have overstepped your boundaries this time Pan. All I can say is be very careful what you wish for." Sooner that I would've thought he'd ever go, the slashing silver of the blade is upon my cheek, the deft point dragging through the skin, and all I feel is disbelief. No pain, no pain at all, only heartbreak. A dribble of something rolls down my cheek, and Cadmus flicks the blade away from me. Is it blood, or is it tears that is falling off my chin, or just pure, liquid anger drip, drip, dripping off my face. He is the monster I feared, no doubt within any reasonable measurement, no matter what he says.

"So help me Pan if you follow me this time I will ensure that you can't next time." And even if I so desired, I couldn't follow him now, no matter the price. I'm frozen, from deep within, not by ice, but by fear. I let him walk away, it's too late to save him from everything, or anything. Including himself. I feel in a straight jacket, the wrapping layer holding me down, leaving the gaping maw of fear to gobble me whole. "Go. Be the monster you undoubtedly are, and leave. I won't hate you for being a monster; you're my brother. Families stick together." I turn on my heels, and walk back towards the house, until a long way from where he striked me with the sword.

I stop, and raise my arm to the tiny cut on my face. It stings, but it is nowhere near as painful as some other cuts he's inflicted on me in training. The path back to where we argued, that was the main path to the center of the district. I loop round where we met, and saw Cadmus walking in the distance, no doubt on his way to kill his two targets. I have an urge to follow, to see the monster kill more victims. See him without slowing, or stopping for me, or any of our family. Call it curiosity. Morbid curiosity.