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Post by gwenivean on Jul 4, 2007 1:42:27 GMT -5
I don't know. There would have to be a really good reason for me to break such a vow in the name of....you. I say though my voice holds a note of...playfulness as I drag the knife across my pants to wipe the blade off though my efforts are in vain for again I slice a line across my stomach.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jul 4, 2007 17:40:44 GMT -5
"Your life is not a good enough reason?" I ask, taking a couple of steps toward her, my arms still crossed over my chest. I know that it is probably not, but nevertheless, it is somehing to think about.
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Post by gwenivean on Jul 5, 2007 0:13:33 GMT -5
Nope. I say with no hesitation as I shake my head and frown. If it was do you think I would honestly be out here right now?
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jul 5, 2007 18:10:42 GMT -5
"I thought that you would say that. I would have as well," I say as I dip my head. A small smile comes to my face. "Then what reason is good enough?"
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Post by gwenivean on Jul 5, 2007 22:53:48 GMT -5
I can't say the question catches me off guard. I saw it coming, but the answer, the answer is the problem. I don't know what would be that good of a reason, really there isn't. Why does it matter? Really there isn't a good enough reason. So drop it and just leave me alone. You don't know me, I don't know you, letting me die wouldn't be that big of a deal. There are plenty of other damsels in distress for you to save, and I'm sure they would all deeply appreciate it. My voice is no longer calm as I speak and I'm waving my hands around with a bloody knife in them.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jul 6, 2007 19:20:57 GMT -5
"You're the only... 'damsel in distress,' as you put it, that catches my intrest," I smile a bit. The knife does not bother me. I believe that is the benefit of wearing armor under my clothes. Anyway, I could stop it if I wanted.
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Post by gwenivean on Jul 6, 2007 19:49:12 GMT -5
I shake my head and turn again. Look, thanks, for trying to woe me but I'm just not really in the mood for this, it's sweet don't get me wrong! But I just need to die and I would really be of no interest to you after a day or two, I'm a really boring person and not the type of companion your looking for. I say over my shoulder then again for the millionth time start walking but I don't stay on the ground for long. I jump up a tree and land softly in the branches. I glance down at him then start jumping from branch to branch. The faster I get out of here the better.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jul 6, 2007 19:55:44 GMT -5
"And how would you know that? You said yourself that you don't know me," I look up into the trees where she was gone. I am not going to chase her, just... maybe try and get her to stop. I know that I would be angry if someone tried to get me not to kill myself. They would already be dead.
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Post by gwenivean on Jul 10, 2007 18:22:24 GMT -5
I stop on a branch and crouch down. This guy is really starting to piss me off, but if I kill him it would only add to my list...so why the hell not do it. I leap down, landing right behind him, I stand there for only a moment before pushing a blade against a tender spot above the right hip. I'm really sorry bout this, but you brought it on your self. I whisper in his ear then shove the blade in. There is a tight ripping sound and then blood coats my hand from finger tip to wrist. I cant help but feel bad about doing it. He was only trying to help me, but I don't need just help. I need death. I twist the blade to the right then left. Ripping every tendon in a few inch area. Thank you for trying to help me...the fact that you tried was sweet, but you have to try and understand if I would have let you live...you probably would have just gotten in my way again, and I just cant have that, now can I? I say pulling the blade out an wiping it on my pants though I don't know why since all I do is shove it into the back of his neck.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jul 15, 2007 16:48:48 GMT -5
The blade never makes it into my neck. My hand flicks around, grabbing her wrist and then I turn, pressing her against a tree. "You really do have a deathwish," I snarl, my face twisting into a maniac smile. I pull out my own knife and rest it against her stomach. "But, see, it will take much more than that to finish me off." My voice shakes with a laugh that should never be heard.
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Post by gwenivean on Jul 15, 2007 19:19:34 GMT -5
I gasp slightly and cringe as the tree hits my back and a piece of bark stabs in me. Deathwish...yes. I say in a mere whisper as I push my stomach against the blade, a small line of crimson seeps through my shirt and a small smile comes to my face. But not a manic smiles as his is, it's a smile of hope,one that shows I'm only waiting for him to push the blade a little further.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jul 15, 2007 19:25:57 GMT -5
I pull the blade away, just out of her reach. Not tonight. Not because of me. I will not kill her. Or... I will try not to kill her. I wipe her blood on the leg of my pants, holding the knife up so that she can see it. There is little light, but enough to see the intricate metalworking. "See this?" I smile again, but my quavering voice is slowly becoming the infuriatingly calm tone of before. " I cannot remember how many lives this blade has ended. But yours will not be added to the list." I stare her straight in the eyes, with that peircing gaze of mine. It would seem that I was looking into her soul, trying to decide if she diserves to die or not.
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Post by gwenivean on Jul 15, 2007 19:32:30 GMT -5
I stare at him almost in shock. I stabbed him, why not kill me for it, he wanted to I could see it and now it seems as though he can see everything. Everything I have done and everyone I have ever killed. I look away from him and at the blade instead, I feel as though...Just maybe if I try hard enough I can get it to stab me itself. As I look away a single tear runs down my cheek. Maybe because he would not kill me or maybe because he just might know how I feel and that I might not be as alone as I thought I was.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jul 15, 2007 19:39:07 GMT -5
I cannot handle people crying. No matter how much I try to keep myself distanced, it is an instinct to comfort those who let the tears fall in front of me. Usually, I do not show it, but the effort is far to much for me to handle right now. Maybe it is the blood still pouring from the wound in my back. Maybe not. "I know what it is like. I know how it feels to be consumed by the regret that killing brings. Believe me, I know better than anyone." I sigh and close my eyes. The hand holding the knife starts to shake, and I can feel what little color I had rush from my face. The world starts to spin, and my heart slows, trying to loose less blood. Zeus, I am going to pass out. "Let me help you. Or... at least, let me try." My voie is weaker now, but I can hold my own for a little longer. A little.
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Post by gwenivean on Jul 15, 2007 19:55:22 GMT -5
Forget me at the moment, your losing a lot of blood and thats my fault, I'm sorry, so, so, sorry. I say in a hurried whisper as I twist from his grip to try and get to the wound I made only minutes ago. I can't let him die after everything his tried to do for me, I can't let him die for me, if he dies....then I would surly die. I lift up his shirt and look at the wound, I need cloth to wipe away the blood. I rip a piece of my shirt off and dab at the hole, just enough to see and not cause him to much pain. I rest my hand inches above the wound and whisper something in elvish, a light shines from my palm and the wound slowly heals. I'm so sorry I did this to you. I mumble resting my hand on the place where the wound was and leaning almost on him. The wound took more energy than I thought to heal and now I feel very weak but it could be from the blood my own body is losing.
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