InysaJoin Date: 2012-09-18
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Precious
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My precious...
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People are by nature indomitable. The spirit will always try to break free from any binds placed on it. But for the binds it places on itself, what it binds itself to, these things mean everything. These things are what we call purpose. Reasons to go on. People to care for. Sometimes all in one.
"Rais, I'm cold."
I heard Rais sigh, and then the creak of a wooden chair. A steady draft was blowing into our home since last week, after someone threw a stone at our window. Winter was again moving in, a time that always hit Selora Village hard. The single small stream that was the towns water supply would freeze over, any sort of crops around would die, and there was always simply battling against the constant cold. Fire was a real luxury. Living in the rocky hills, wood had to be brought here and paid for from another isle. Coal was slightly easier to obtain, but still a rarity. People often resorted to burning their possessions at times, just to be able to stop the frost from killing them.
"W'th 'ell are you doin'?" my father demanded. His speech was slurred from his drinking, I could tell. His tone held long standing hatred of everyone, and anything that would disturb him from his stupour-laced routine.
"Starting a fire," said Rais, moving something.
A gust of wind blew, causing the building to creak under the pressure of its passing. "The hell sai' you c'do tha'?" My father asked. Another chair creaked, likely him rising.
"Nobody," said Rais, "But Inysa's cold."
"Do y' know how expensive'tis to keepa fire, you idiot!"
"Yes, I do. And but that's why we have the bloody wood. And you refused to buy anyone and sort of winter clothing," said Rais.
"So? Freeze. I dun' care," my father said, again seeming to sit.
"Clearly not you, letting your one damn children die and fhe other be nearly killed and doing nothing about it, you worthless fat d-"
A heard a hard impact, then something hitting the floor with an 'oomph'. I whined softly. Why did Da need to hit Rais so often? It wasn't right. "Don't ye feckin' talk to me like that, you little cor."
I heard Rais get up, his footstep uneasy. He spat, probably bleeding in the mouth, and said "What, because your a bloody tyrant? Because you know you mean nothing? Because-"
Again, I heard an impact and a fall. Then another blow. And another. And another. "Da, stop it!" I cried, getting getting up to move in the direction of the sound. My foot hit something though, and sent me toppling face-first towards the ground. I heard my nose snap, sending a rocket of pain to my mind. The sounds paused, my father panting. "Shut up," he said, "Or I'll beat your ass as well."
The sounds continued, my fathers muffled curses and panting able to be heard through the small four room home. I vaguely remembered the other lad, likely sound asleep in bed. I was glad neither of us could see it. I curled up slightly, covering my ears. I started to speak to myself under my breath, pleading to nothing. "Stop... Please, stop..."
I looked at Rais, his broad figure facing away from me as he watched the incoming silent charge. Rais, who had always been there. Rais who was the only one who bloody cared... How could he be so mi
Misguided? It was right. It
No, the bloody oath, it
Made sense. Parag
Paragon is only part of
Who cares about the Imperium?
I bloody do, t
That's not true. Yo
You know it's so? No, I don't. It's
Oh little butterfly, you're making this rather hard to be discreet.
I perked my head up, looking for someone who has spoke. Only Rais was there, and the few Shivans waiting to jump from cover. None looking at me. Who
Nobody spoke, clearly. I'm growing tired of this little game. You really arent good at listening to yourself, Inysa. Why couldn't you keep this simple...?
My head burned, my mind unable to think. The voice, my voice, but not my voice, felt almost real. Like it was sitting on me. Like it was whispering my ear, telling me it knew what I had done. A nearly primal worry- not fear, merely worry- built up. It did seem I apperantly have become schizophrenic.
Not in the least, Miss Cadence. But it would be best if you tried to live right now. I've invested quite a bit in your continued survival.
Rais turned to me. His face gave a meek smile, as he held the his simple sword in his hand. "Well," he said, "I can't say I'm looking forward to dying, exactly."
I quickly meant to reply, but nothing came. Though was gone. Everything was slow, dull, liquid. Pain set in, at first a single note echoing in the back of my mind, but within seconds it became a full nightmarish compilation. My legs gave out beneath me, hands flying to put pressure on the false sounds of my suffering.
Excuse it. I am sorry, really. But the honour of those dredges will let you live. They wont kill you.
A hand went on my back, wrapping around me. "Inysa," Rais called, "Inysa, what the hell, are you alright? Inysa? A- Damnit!" The touch went away, followed by the sound of something sinking into flesh. Steel rang on steel, attacks creating a beautiful chime like sound. "Get AWAY from her, you feckless little sods!"
Who the hell did he think he was? What was this? This was always. Did he think I was weak? Did he think I couldn't take care of myself? He still thinks he needs to protect me. That he needs to get himself beaten for something trivial. This was always. This was what he did. Some will call it noble. Some will say its stupid... Me? He's Rais. His voice was clear again, shouting "Inysa, get up!"
A hand grabbed on to me, pulling me up. "Come on," he said, pulling me, "Let's bloody move."
The street moved past as we moved slowly. An easy target. The other Shivans had them occupied at the moment at least. Rais... He does. He does still think he's my guardian. That he's all I have. That he has some sort of duty. How... How could he?
"Rias," I said, trying to stop.
"No, come on, hurry," he nearly pleaded. He tugged on my coat, forcing me on.
"Rias-"
"Inysa, come ON,"
"Rias, please,"
"Im trying to get us away, Inysa, so bloody-"
"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?!" I screamed, breaking from his grasp. His face turned to me, concerned. "Do you really think that I can't watch myself? That I'm still a bloody child? That I need someone watching me every second?!"
"God damn you, now isn't the time, come on!" His hand reached for mine, readying to start trying to run again.
This BASTARD. From its sheath on my back, I drew the short blade. This is what he think? This is what he sees of me? "Who's the bloody weak one now, you daft cor?!" I cried as I brought down the blade. It sunk into his forearm, severing flesh and bone from his body. It went clean through, amputating the limb and letting it fall to the street below. I kicked him in the stomach, his startled body not prepared for something else. I took off down the street away from the fighting. My head was screaming, nothing making sense anymore. "Damn you Rais!" I yelled I'm my pain, "I hate you!"
"I don't want any more of your pity!"
"I don't want your help!"
"No more calling out for me!"
"And no more regret!"
"And no more tears!"
"And no more smiles!"
"And no more sacrifices!"
"And no more..."
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I feel like this is reminiscent of a scene from something I wrote where the character went around screaming like that while shooting some broken down grenade launcher thing randomly at the inner walls of a ship he was on after a friend of his had died. Same sort of breakdown, I guess, denouncing someone.
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