Rachel.BCH

"You know what I just realized? I'm not used to feeling lonely..."

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An enemy at the nine, an enemy at the three...but I would never guessed you as an enemy at the six.

Cadence: Not as common as other defenses, due to lack of ability, but can take many forms and has better success rate. When used incorrectly, can result in internal damage. Not suitable for those able to take part in an emotion known as "love'. 

"When all your friends turn on you...you'll realize you only have yourself to trust in this world...and you can hardly do that."

"I never really wanted anything to do with this world before; unless I wanted something from it."

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Rachel: "At least it will suck in 3D!"

Self-Employed Chemist

The house was worn down and unsafe, disgusting and unfit for decent shelter, but it would be one of the last places they would look. We came here to sleep, to hide, when we felt the world outside was too harsh. Not to say that the house felt like a home; it was more of a reminder of what we were.

I was disgusted. I didn't come here to sleep anymore; I had lost my guardian so many years ago, I couldn't even remember what it was like. I didn't even remember what it was like living elsewhere. The young ones hid in the houses because they weren't used to this world. Who could blame them?

No, I had come here for different reasons. I was going to find friends, my friends. We tried to protect each other, and sometimes lessen the pain, but stopping it all together was impossible.

At least, when we were all separated.

This house held some particular pathetic people. In some perspections, the house must have been a hellhole, due the expressions on their faces. Others seemed a little more hopeful, so the house most have been luxious. They were new, I could tell. In this world, hope was useless. And soon, it would take all of your hope away. I, of course, saw the first perspection. I had been here long enough to know better.

I had shut the door behind me when someone spoke. "Girl, why are you here? You have disturbed us, and for what reason?"

All eyes were on me. The girl in the corner glared; the boy by the window cowered. I seen the one who had spoke to me. His features were cold and serious. " I come to search for allies."

"Then go and search elsewhere. My brothers and sisters are not yours; so leave us be!" He stood up, and walked towards me with a noticable limp. "Be gone!"

As he got closer, I backed away. When he was finally only a few feet from my face, I began to speak in a panic. "Please, please! Aren't you tired of being afraid?" Such a statement stopped him in his tracks.

"What do you mean? Where do you go with this?"

"If we could ban together, we could rise against them. Look at them, the monsters, they keep us divided and helpness; but if we were to fight side by side, we could overthrow them. We have numbers-"

He let out a hoarse, dry laugh and his eyes to the rest in the room. The rest followed his lead and let out painful laughs as well. "Ha! Has Edicius made you an offer you can't refuse? That's crazy talk!"

I gritted my teeth as they laughed. Edicius had already given me a offer a few months, and it was insulting for them to think this had anything to do with her. I stomped my foot and the floorboards creeked as loud as a scream. "Have you ever even thought about trying? About getting up off your knees and just trying?"

He sighed and turned around, as he stared out the viewless window. "You're asking us, " He exhaled. "You're asking us to take on a high-roller, when we don't even stand a chance against a bottom-feeder."

My perspection changed. Not only did the weather outside grow darker, but it began to storm. The rest huddled together, unaware of what I could see. Pathetic, they all were; weak and defendless. I couldn't be like them. Maybe I couldn't fight the monsters off, but at least I wanted to try.

"Where is your family?" A girl in the corner squeaked as her eyes swelled up in tears. The leader turns to watch me again, as he waited for my reponse.

"Gone. Long gone." It wasn't a complete lie; my family, my friends, and I had never felt love, I left them a while back ago. They couldn't defend me, and they only offered comfort. I didn't need it. I wanted action, not to forget.

The little girl opened her mouth again; I don't know why I thought of her as a little girl, she couldn't be much younger than me. She spoke in a whisper this time. "I'm sorry."

I raised my voice. "I don't need your sympathy! You are the ones I need to feel sorry for! Sitting here, cowering in fear!" I feel powerful before them. Absolute low-lifes, all of them.

"You sound like them." The leader gasped.

Before I could protest, to be insulted by such a statement, the street lamp outside crashed and disappeared. The room grew completely silent. My body froze. I could sense the danger close at hand.

"You! You lead one right to us, with your scent of rebellion!" The boy in the corner cried out to me, and scattered towards the door. Towards me. The window shattered before the others could even react. I didn't even look at the beast crawling outside before I was out the door and running down the almost collasping stairs. I heard screams of help and yelps of agony, then the stairs shook me me as I sprinted out the back door. How many had escaped unscathed, I wouldn't know; as I ran into the woods, I never looked back. I couldn't see for a moment and it was still raining. The sky lightened and the downpour stopped, as my perspection allowed.

I heard it follow us. It wasn't sasified with the takings in the house. It wanted all of us. There was no way any if us could outrun the beast, but that didn't stop me from going deeper into the forest.

It was coming for us. Coming for me. And I had no where to hide.

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Vipers, Snakes, and Actors

They were coming for us.

We hid in a dark, abandoned alley way, as we huddled together for dear life. Most of them, I didn't recognize, but it didn't matter anyway. We all here for the same reason.

I knew the alley wasn't safe, but it was better than the streets, where they would certainly see. My body shivered against the bricks of the building. In my perspective, it was dark and cold, with the sky filled with blackness. It couldn't night, I knew, but it had been dark and empty since I got here, maybe I couldn't tell anymore. The girl beside me was soaking wet; it must have been raining in her perspective.

I used to like the rain before I came here. Not really anymore.

The street lamps flicked with each of their passings. They ran so quick, there was no way their masters could keep up. I guess they didn't need to. By the number of flickers, I counted three of them. Three too many.

We had no hopes of not being attacked; we just prolonged the event. Maybe some of us could get away, but they were much quicker and stronger. If you could only see the coldness in their eyes! It was enough to stop you dead in your tracks. And the ones without muzzles; dear God, I almost cry at the sight.

Everything was dark; the light had gone. They knew where we were; it the was the shock of realizing that you had been caught doing something you shouldn't, of lying, and the punishment was coming to you. The light did not return. Instead, a scream pierced the air.

We all scattered.

As we poured into the streets, they took us from behind. Deep metal claws pierced through the girl beside me, and I ran towards the nearest building. Perhaps I could reach it and hide do much longer.

I was stopped dead in my tracks. It stomped it's feet in front of me; the only human thing on it's body that could be recognized. This one had a muzzle and an eyepatch covering one of it's eyes. Green eyes, short blonde hair; underneath muzzles and clothes, they all looked like their masters. I took a step back, but before I could even consider running, the claws shot straight my stomach.

The pain was always unbearable. I screamed out. But no one ever heard.

The claws went straight out my body, and the tips were sticking out my back. They always hit the right spots; I couldn't even tell what the spots were. They were just there. The monster twisted and turned the metal weapons over and over again. It almost ripped me in half. Blood was all over the ground and I could no longer breathe. Then, it released me.

I fell to the ground and felt like time stood still. Everything was spinning and meshed together, and my eyes were holding back the tears. They liked it when you cried, and I didn't want to give it anymore sasifaction. I crawled back into the shadows, as I made sure they didn't see; sometimes, if they saw you fleeing the scene, they would go for another attack.

The shadows were welcoming, however, the dampness was less comforting. Not only was I bleeding all over myself, but the gutters above me leaked. The wounds couldn't heal quick enough for me. They never really did. I turned myself over, so I could face the streets. Probably a bad idea, but I didn't want to be snuck up on. Bodies were strung throughout the street, and the beasts ensuring the healthy weren't overlooked. The others coughed and struggled to move. Othere laid motionlessy, as they probably wished for death. Young ones, I bet, who had just got here.

I used to wish for death too. But you can't die here.

As the monsters left, done with their destruction and reunited with their masters, I gritted my teeth and cursed them. The smiles on their masters' faces struck a chord; they were the real ones that deserved to suffer. I watched them far too long as they destroyed me, all of us. With their beasts, they conquered us; but without them, they were like us.

I layed my head down on the cool and damp stone roadway. This alley was my home for the night, for the fear of being seen by another one took over me. I could not live like this any longer; the weak could rise against the deceptive. I needed them all to fight.

I wanted to be free.

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Rachel: "I don't want to be judged by uteruses. And I don't like the way yours is looking at me."

Colbert: "You cheated on me!...With my own hand! D:"

Chad: "Tara, if we were ever stuck on an island together, I'd build you a hut to live in, I'd go out hunt for you, I'd even let you have the hamick when you didn't want to share it... And I'd build you an iPhone out of twigs and berries!"

Tara: "How about you just build me a gun so I could shoot myself?"

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To Jill and Chad...
Ms. Lewis: "You can't go to the elementary school together! You'll be parked on the side of the road somewhere!"

I found him outside my door one day. He wasn't scratching and clawing at my door like most; he sat calm and collected, and waited. He saw me, and heart fell short; like do many before, I was inviting. Everyday for the next week, he came and waited at the door.

One day, I dare say, I watched him there, patient as tree. I opened my door, I wrapped my hands around his throat, but I did not choke. He was fiesty, but did not fight back. He'd never step back at me in time, I could crush him. But I had netter priorities, so I shut my door and walked away. He only left until the night.

He did not return to the door, and I feared I lost my little trophy. Perhaps in my distress in the last six months, I had lost my abilities I once prized. I opened my door and called your name. A second passed and you ran to my door. I quickly shut it fast, knowing I was as deceiving in the past. You waited there all night, but left in the morning. Everyday I called to him and everyday he came and waited for me to open the door.

Silly fool, the door would never open for him.

As days fell a part and nights turn to years, he still waited outside my door.

And at the end of the world, my house was burning. I was broken and torn and cold. But still, as it all burned he stood there, waiting.

I screamed, "Why? Why do you come here, why do you answer my calls when it's obvious I don't want you?"

He looked at me and said, "I was hoping you'd let me in."

My heart dropped and my empathy returned. "Why?"

"I have no place to call home."

And I turned to find my house was burnt to the ground.

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You said I had a cold heart...And I knew you couldn't lie. But I tore away, I cut you down. I cried that night. I talked to you the next day, and you said you'd recognize me anywhere. I was not sure, but I knew you couldn't lie. I rrestepped down, and gave you my heart. Maybe the biggest mistake I ever made, but I am so tired...

Most would never taken my heart. It was cold, just like you said. It took me years to want it back.

All the other high rollers asked, "Why would you want that back? Before, it only weighed you down; you were just like the weak and the bottom feeders. You gave it up to live free. To get everything you wanted."

And I say, "At what price? To give up eveyone you love? To be alone? Don't underestimate me, I am not afriad to live alone; I have done it for years. Like you, I've lived for no one but myself. Not anymore however. I've had a change of heart."

I turned my back on them; they were no friends. I haven't had friends in years. I've been my only ally; but even so, I look in the mirror and only see my reflection. They tell I'm beautiful, but I will honestly say I don't remember what I look like...

I was heatbroken. When you are on the receiving end of apathy, your feelings will change. I was lost. More lost than before. The suffering I endured was self- destroying; heartless, revenge, hate and some survival of love. It was everything I was. It was all I had.

It was one January morning, I woke up. I decided to undo the damage I had caused to myself; I couldn't say so much for the others. I could not heal their damage that I dealt out. I can only stop, I can oy help those who ask, I can only try to improve the lives of the miserable, to elevate the emotions by which I degraded for so many years...

I had a change of heart.

You told me I had cold heart. You didn't lie; I couldn't be in denial. And I have tried so hard to fix it, and I've tried so hard that I've cried. I've cried so hard, you wouldn't even know. Not because I feel sorry for myself, for I am far beyond my own feelings. But for you. For them all. I love you so much, but I'd never know.

You love me but never yourself. I love you but I am unimportant in a sorry world.

How can this be?

You always knew me, but you never knew yourself.

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"Never felt this way before. What have you done to me?"
"What so you mean? I've only loved you since I've known you...what's so wrong with that?"
"Calm down. I never said it was bad."

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"I could rise against them all."
"Pfft, yeah right."

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Today, my brother betrayed me. I was busy defending myself against the enemy, the masses, the self-inflicted, the seflish and the manipulative. I turned my back and the knife came through.

I was not prepared. I took the damage; I had been destroyed much worse before, so I could take it...

But I never thought I'd have to defend myself against you, brother. I was so concerned with everyone turning thief backs, I never thought you would strike me down.

I always thought you'd protect me.

But I will not suffer. Not anymore.

The world can turn against me. I can take them all.

I will not surrender.

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"I hope you find your way back home."

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"You might not be able to live without a conscience, but I could. We're not the same...you couldn't live as a Free Agent. You couldn't live around people, outside of them. You're too weak, too dependent on them to do it...you let them use you, take everything you own...but look at me, I've been the user. You've been the victim. If we had met a couple of years ago... I would taken you out without a thought. If you were useful, then I'd keep you until you were no longer useful...I wouldn't have needed you...is it hard to believe I was the thing you hate the most? And that you were a object to take and bury? No, I don't go without a conscience now. Once you're beat down by someone you love, you know the feeling...and you realize you've done the same thing to people who loved you. And you have a change of heart...and, even though it might be easier, you never want to go back."

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Carie: "He got a stuffed animal, and he named it Hard Monster. That's because my mom said it was hard and unlovable. :("