From Great Heights {Rayne & Eryn//Arrows}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Thump. My heart beats heavily against my ribs. Thump. The pulse travels to my throat, and I swear I may dispose of it through puking. Thump. Perhaps that may be a good thing though, to truly be heartless. Isn’t that what Edyn desired from me? To be even colder then she is? Fear ruptures my own confidence in myself; but I’m fully aware that I must rid of that burdensome feeling, just as Edyn has rid of us. Nails dig into my palm, while frustrated breathing continues to seep from my nose as if I were a Mutt slapped into the Arena from the Capitol.

‘I will not be Edyn,’ replays in my head to supply annoyance and determination. Her guidance would have been preferred, but I will convince myself that it is not needed. Already I sit at the head of the room, in the divine handcrafted chair that provides as the only luxurious furniture in this home. If she belonged here, she wouldn’t have ran off. But damn did she decide to leave me in charge at the worst situation.

It’s the blonde Female, whom strongly stands a couple paces ahead, which concerns me the most. Five others are scattered behind her, making it evident over the two leaders within this room. The unmanageable aspect is the breathtaking features that grace her. The friends enforcing her presence pertain no threat; they can be dealt with. Already a strong impression radiates from her though, immediately informing me of the challenge that has most certainly arrived...and how I must come off just as powerful.

This is my Foster Home. Edyn may have welcomed in newcomers with open arms, but I will not be her. How would she deal with a group of six upper-class kids anyways? Because hopefully she’ll approve of my tactics. “Greetings.” My tone is stern, and my eyes remain on their Leader. Why does she have to be such eye-candy? “Please, don’t get comfortable.” A risk such as her cannot, and will not, be staying.

Slowly her seductive stroll is breaching my way, and I regain the rhythm of my heart once more. Instantly my hand flies up to gesture to the others that she is no hazard. Cute little rich girl like her, now a Foster with only a few friends and no family, I can easily handle her. A coy grin laces my lips as I watch her fist land on top of my own hand, her minty breath swirling about my vision.

“Oh believe me we don’t plan on it, no matter how much you want me to.” Now why the hell would I want that? Either way her voice is like cinnamon, with a tasty flavor and a bitter sensation.

From the corner of my eye I spot Edyn’s Adviser, questioning me if she should step in simply by her stare. Subtly my head declines any offer of assistance. Surely I must avoid being undermined on my first day of being in charge, but I also need to establish my new title. “Well fantastic then, at least we can agree on something.” My own voice twists and intertwines with satisfaction and sarcasm. Unfortunately, it’s not as though they could choose to be reassigned to another foster house. Hopefully with this sort of compliance though, the issues won’t be as extreme as I predicted.

Except then our Foster Parents rejoin. “We’ve arranged your new room assignments.” Ms. Helena announces, while her eyes unnervingly rest upon my own. Her focus always did fall towards Edyn the majority of the time. Is this how it felt? Because it seems as though she’s internally questioning whether I’ll be able to fill my older Sister’s shoes, rather then fearing what we were going to argue against next as she did in the past. “Eryn…” And here it goes.

“Since Edyn has left, you’ll be sharing a room with Rayne.” Her name wasn’t told to me until now, but I know exactly whom it is. But for now my eyes bore into Ms. Helena, refusing to accept this news. What would Edyn say? We were never put into a position like this. I wasn’t given the chance to learn from her for a situation such as this. Then I remember; I will not be like her.

My expression vividly illustrates my distaste for this decision. “I will not share a room with her.” My words come out harsh and to the point, completely ignoring the other feelings Rayne provided.

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[Arrows]

Rayne Sylic
District Seven
The Darkest Rose

    Orange cadences from the shimmering gleam of the eclipsing sun across the wilting lilacs of summer. With the swift fading of the season the turbulent chills of a new era spur the new characteristics of its time. Just like the wilting lavender lilac I feel my petals wilting as my bud begins to sprout its own new revelations. Wealth and comfort slip from my hands as easily as oil split from the heated confinements of a motor vehicle. Cold winds of change send shrills of disbelief through my dislocated existence and my body fluctuates in their wakes. Like the wilting lilac in the storm of winter I am beginning to confirm my most unwanted thoughts. Once things of no worry now rupture my thoughts constantly as an abnormal moan for food rings from my stomach.

    My footsteps echo upon the beaten pavement as daunting disclaimers of a broken reality. Seconds no longer control the continuity of time but instead my heart's own beats drive my body forward. Only hours ago happiness radiated from my red hued cheeks as brightly as the orange rays in the sky. Yet now hues of blue and grey shift through my once porcelain happiness. My Mother's words fill my head as the feeling of her calming touch ebb away into a land in which I cannot follow. Pain grips my throat not physically but emotionally as images of her face shatter and leave nothing more than a hollow shell remaining. Inside I feel my heart bleeding but outside all I can address is the feeling of icy loneliness unlike any I have ever known. Even with the phantom faces that marched along with me I didn't feel warm, if anything my soul only felt colder.

    Sunset gives way to the attraction of night as the sky spindles into a land of stars and constellations. Gentle breezes seem stronger than ever before as my once titanium core quakes from the gusts. Earthquakes rumble rampantly through my bones yet I do not cry and I do not let myself fall into the pit of dismay. However I find myself lingering upon the precipices of its edge begging myself to not fall into its death riddled arms. Not even the sheer dagger of death is what causes my body to rattle but instead the devouring mouth of betrayal eats away at me. White shines through my firm fists as the pressure continues to be applied in excessive amounts. Of all the selfish things I had encountered through my years in the diamond dealt hand of cards in the game of life my parents along with others' had played the harshest. Of all the cruel and devilish actions they could have committed they chose to abandon those who looked to them from the shadows.

    Even now in the mist of my parent's death I could feel the crown I was born with growing larger upon my head. For years I ruled over my comrades as a sort of princess. I was royalty but I wasn't the royalty. Yet now as the lives of both my Mother and Father fade into the abyss of damnation I could feel the gems of my crown glinting brighter. In my parents' demise I was rising from a princess to a queen. In my parents' demise I was becoming a force of unrecognizable power with a will to have whatever I could possibly desire. In my parents' demise all the cruel attributes I had developed over my years of pedigree and care were blooming like black roses fully pricked with an arsenal of thorns. In my parents' demise they had given birth to a rose who's thorns were sharper and more deadly than any other in existence.

    Warmth sprawled across my face as light filled my frosted blue gaze. Its heated flames seared my frozen flesh as I refused to allow myself to defrost. In my new world there was no time to be a simple blade of grass fluttering in the wind, I had to be as strong as a ten thousand year old oak tree unable to be bested by any element. Even now as this new home conformed around myself and my subjects I simply raised my rose slightly to its putrid nature. I am Rayne Fucking Sylic and I was bred to be living far above the reaches of such gutter slewed areas such as this. In fact I would not settle for anything less than what I deserve, and that was the life my parents had forsaken me from.

    Wandering whispers filled with lack luster wonder pierced my ear as we entered a room filled with gutter rats from wall to wall. Bile rose like the tides in my throat but I forced it back into the ocean of my gut just before making such a disturbing appearance. For the most part I found myself appalled by the life forms that were snickering like vermin around me, all except for one. Located in the epicenter of the infestation as spotted a girl seated upon what appeared to be her sorry excuse of a throne. By the way the others shifted their glances and from the fire burning within the fierce concave of this girl's eyes I could tell to she was their leader. However, although she might be the ruling body over the floundering creatures that were rotting around her she was far from a Queen such as myself.

     As predicted it was this vixen's voice who kissed the drums of my ears and I felt an odd grin naturally returning to my previously somber face. For some reason I felt part of the cold in my body begin to falter as the "warmth" of this girl's comment wriggled into my heart. I couldn't help the sudden start my heart expressed since I truly couldn't draw my eyes away from my seemingly new opponent. Everything about her made my body want to wrap itself around her and claim her for myself. All my life I have felt desire and lust but never before had my craving been so abrupt and demanding. The way this girl, no, woman wore power sent heated shrills through my veins and straight to my twisted heart. Already from just mere moments I knew that I needed to have her. I HAD to have her, and have her I would.

    Letting out a light laugh I let my naturally slick body edge closer to her as I place my pursed fist on top of her hand. I couldn't help but smirk even more as confusion whipped across the sparks of her eyes. From their allowed by loud yet allusive voice fill the startled room around. "Oh believe me we don't plan on it, no matter how much you want me to." Now that I had cast my first seductive hook into the water of this woman's heart I could only wonder how much time it would take her to crack and take a bite.

     Suddenly the annoying woman who ran the house interrupted our meeting with what was apparently the new rooming assignments. Yet the once incompetent seeming woman sent pure delight through my bones as she announced I would be sharing a room with no other than the Leader of the Gutter Rats Eryn. Oh what a glorious, glorious turn of events. The pure dissatisfaction the erupted across my victim's face only fueled my own excitement. Perhaps my stay within this home would turn out to be much more enjoyable than I had anticipated. In fact I could hardly contain my wandering thoughts of sharing a room with the luring Eyrn.

     As several seconds pass after Eyrn's complaint I let my own voice carry straight to her powerful ears as a wink springs forth from my left eye. "Now, now no need to be nervous. I promise to be as gentle as I can with you. I personally can't wait to see what's hiding beneath those rags of your's."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Life is rarely consistent within this rundown House of abandoned children. New Orphans are constantly joining. Old members are continuously aging out. The energy in itself never fails to alter and shift like the rapid current of high winds. But my Sister & I always occupied the same room, with no others present. Perhaps that was the start of our respected power in this disheveled foster family. As the rest were shuffled among rooms with four to six beds, we captured our control and privacy. Edyn established who lead this place, and who would next in her absence.

Have I demolished all she’s created before even fully stepping into her shoes?

How dare Ms. Helena designate someone else to Edyn’s bed. Is she that determined to not see my Sister return? The expression I exhibit is more then obvious over my distaste for such a demand, and I must eliminate these feelings. Eyes are invariably upon me, and they can only observe confidence. There’s no concern over lacking Edyn’s company. And I will certainly not cower to a new roommate. The saying does express to keep friends close, and enemies closer. But why must my foe be so attractive?

Again Rayne’s tongue lashes with her venomous voice, playing with our audience and myself. This all must be a game to her, one in which she’s convinced that she’ll win. If only her words didn’t spark numerous opinions into my subconscious. I must use the cards I’ve been dealt strongly though. There’s no more being second in charge. I’m the Head of these unwanted Youth, not this Leader of some rich Kids.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” My own tone is sharp, unwillingly to crumble as other’s probably have to her influence in the past. “You’ll be waiting for a while.” Sure her inference secretly sends my heart foolishly pattering, but I’d never admit to such a thing. To her and her friends, hell everyone under this roof, I’m as mighty and cold as Edyn ever aspired to be. Without a second thought I depart from my throne, to vigorously approach the Foster Parents and snatch the assignment list from Ms. Helena’s grasp.

Their height vaguely towers over my own. Though with the Soldiers I have that stand greatly over them, this is a minor detail I don’t fret over. My head still holds above theirs. “I will handle this House.” It’s my way of making my rank official. Intently my eyes bore into them, until I prove my point and they flee from the scene at hand. After a rough sigh, I turn to the tribe that now belongs to me.

Not a single bed is empty among the piece of paper I examine greatly. Even if Edyn wanted to return, she couldn’t. She’s overage, and there’s no place for her. So I read off the new arrangement, without causing a single adjustment. “Make room for our unwanted guest. If I can, so can the all of you. The rest keep these rich snobs company while we do so.” I order with as much assurance as Edyn used to have. She always did say to lead by example. Guess this is my time to do just that.

With that I carve the path upstairs, and no one dares to question my instructions. Will these newcomers follow suit as well? Only time will tell. Instinctively I avoid any eye contact with the single threat that lingers, and head straight to the room I’ll now be sharing with her.

Stressed fingers comb through my hair, as I pace around the room. Someone else will be occupying Edyn’s bed, and she happens to also confuse me beyond believe. Why did they have to join today? Hastily I gather the few things Edyn had left behind, only to find myself pacing once again after that short task. I have to be like her. I can’t be like her. I have to be the pristine Leader, and ignore anything else. But how do I deal with the other Commander threatening my perfection?

“Damn you Edyn!” I roar while kicking her bed with my boiling fuel. It violently rocks for a moment, until it settles as though nothing happened. Edyn would know how to control this situation. But I’m left to figure it out for myself.

My door bursts open without a knock, and Edyn’s Advisor stands in the frame. No, that is not what I was asking for. “Pull yourself together Eryn!” She instructs in a harsh whisper. “Or I’ll be taking Leadership.” Her warning ignites me worse then anything else that’s happened today. Why must everyone decide to test me now? Without an ounce of hesitation my face is less then an inch away from hers, and it’s evident that I don’t plan on accepting her shit.

“Try to.” I offer, my pitch illustrating the bets I’ve placed upon myself. Clearly I can no longer second-guess my decisions, but simply go all in. For a long moment her fuming breath dances against my skin, our stare doesn’t budge, and then she’s gone. Maybe she only required further conformation that I’ve taken my title. Hopefully she won’t try to undermine me again.

The couple of belongings remaining from Edyn get stuffed under my bed without any organization. Memories flood from the items, but I can’t concentrate on that…I can only recall how they’ve made me durable. I have to be the next Leader. Another sigh ruptures from my throat before I decide to take on my new responsibilities.

“Give them each only a bed. Their expensive clothes won’t match with our dressers.” I order with ease, the authority I’ve been trained to provide finally escaping naturally. Grins are evoked upon my Peoples’ faces, probably enlightened with pride that they haven’t lost their Commander. “Let’s see just how long these rich Kids will last. Any bets?” Because I’m not quite sure how long I’ll be able to handle Rayne, her body, and her sly tongue.

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