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She deserves this. Charley thought fiercely, clenching his hand into a fist. But somehow the usual abiding fury no longer twisted his heart. He felt none of the loathing that had once burned so steadfastly throughout his mind. Instead, he was left with a dull sorrow. His fist jerked and he slowly let it fall limp.
“I pity her.” He blinked in disbelief, and as he did he flicked the metallic switch. The gate came to a grinding halt and he numbly watched a grey figure escape on the security screens.
She deserves this. He thought fiercely, clenching his hand into a fist. But somehow his usually abiding fury no longer twisted his heart. He felt none of the loathing that burned so steadfastly throughout his mind. Instead, he was left with a dull sorrow. His fist jerked and then loosened.
"I pity her." He blinked in disbelief, and as he did he flicked the metallic switch. The gate came to a grinding halt and he numbly watched a grey figure escape under it on the security screens.
He swung from the thick rope, reveling in the tremendous vibrations that tremored deep within his body. Dong... Dong... Dong... Anton closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to hear such powerful tones. He had been deaf for as long as he could remember and he sometimes yearned to hear the cooing of a dove or the melody of a violin. But, given the chance to hear he would never give up bell ringing. Despite the loss they caused. Not for all the violins in the world.
A sly smile spread across Deshi's face, his almond eyes glittering with mischief.
"What's the matter?" He asked, tossing the younger boy a brick, "never broke a window before?"
"N-not on purpose." Bo whimpered, clumsily catching it in both arms.
"Well get a move on, we haven't got all night." Deshi smirked, crossing both arms against his chest and leaning nonchalantly against the building. He watched Bo gulp, steeling himself. Deshi almost felt bad for the Fledgling. Almost. He hadn't been shown any mercy during the Trials and neither would Bo. The Flock was only as strong as the Hawks. And to become a Hawk you had to-
"Break the damn window, Bo."
Am I a gamer?
Sure. I play everyday. With friends or family or alone. Sometimes up till 2am. And then right back at it by 6am. Although I don't ever really stop playing. I level up year after year with commendatory candles. I'm a level 16 currently.I gain experience from dancing in the rain, laughing with friends, and reading in my hammock. I have only one life to live. My weapons are my wit, imaginations, and courage. I've evolved past my default setting but I still remember. I love this game I play. A roller coaster of emotions and experiences. Something new around every bend. This game I play called life.
The actual truth of the matter was a whole lot less complicated.
There was nothing that would stop her. Nothing. Nothing could stop her except-
"He knows."
She pulled up short, shutting her eyes tightly, "no."
She felt a tug on her shoulders as Mira forced her to face her.
"Jali, he does and there's," Mira faltered her eyes briming with tears, "there is nothing we can do."
The full weight of the words settled in and Jali's shoulders dropped.
"Everything?" Jali asked.
Mira nodded and the last flicker of hope extinguished.
He disregarded her grimy appearance, feeling his gaze drawn to her eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, like the first leaves of spring. A light sparkled in them, quick and mischievous.
Alix picked up her depressingly light suitcase, the florescent lights of the subway station hummed in the absence of the usual commotion. She reached into her pocket and brought out a handful of change. This was it, there was no going back now.
He made his way down the alley way, stepping lightly to avoid the various puddles from the recent rain. The only light came from glimmering lamp posts in the distance. A cat walked across the street, its tail twitching high in the air. It hissed angrily as a chamber pot was emptied from a second floor window, missing the boy by a hair.
"Wotcher!" He shouted up angrily.
The window was pulled open and a maid poked her head out. Before she could say anything, a loud rumbling of an engine filled the streets.
The boy, the maid and the cat stared as a black car raced down the street.
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