TODAY IS THE DAY
May. 2nd, 2019 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaosonwheelsIn a few hours, I'll be reading a bit from Cynical Chaos in front of an audience!! (And I'm dying from cramps so y'know that's fun lol)
Here's what I'm reading if any of you wanna follow along at home!
From: 20. “It Has to Start Somewhere”
Seraphim poured in from every end of the alley. They slammed Sabin into the wall and held his arms behind his back, binding him with large metal cuffs. I yelled and pulled against my bonds until my arms felt like they would fall off. We were trapped. There was no way around it anymore.
Kendra, what do I do? I thought in a panicked rush.
"You have to get yourself together! We can still escape, but you need to listen!"
I can't, I'm stuck! I can't get out!
"Yes, you can. You don't have to use your hands--"
You know I can't do that!
"Listen to me!" Kendra shouted again, urgently this time. "Anything can be a catalyst if you need it to be. This sludge? Their blood. Poison it, thicken it, solidify it, anything! Just hurry!"
I looked down at the muck chaining me to the ground. Back then, I hadn't killed anything more than plants, and a few already dying animals, during training. Kendra's energy was usually so prominent, its sharp, restless teeth hard to ignore. But it was impossible to think of anything other than what was in front of me. Sabin still struggling against the Seraphim. One of them approaching me. Containment Ray in hand. Aimed at my forehead. I was running out of time. Sabin's warning echoed in the air around me. I wasn't like him. They just wanted me dead.
Sabin yelled and thrashed harder against their holds. He screamed for me. How many times had he watched them kill someone he loved? Now I would be another addition? Another trophy for them to brag home about? What would the story be? How I was an easy day on the job, caught desperate and crying in a trap, like simple prey? Or would they even bother to name me at all?
I felt the cold gun against my forehead. Heard the splitting screech of its charge. Sabin screamed while, all together, the Seraphim dragged him away. My blood boiled. It meant nothing to them. We were nothing.
"Ariana," Kendra's voice rang clear in my head. "I'm not dying here today. Are you?"
No.
No, I wasn't.
With a loud yell, the sharp claws of Kendra's energy roared to life inside me. They couldn't have the satisfaction of adding me to their slaughter. I refused to be erased so easily. The shadows surged and sparked into my hands, surrounding my bonds.
Then, nothing.
There weren't any screams. I had no idea if it worked or not until I heard the Seraphim in front of me make a gross, gurgling sound. I opened my eyes to see the sludge turned to solid rock, and the Seraphim frozen. Blood—too thick, solidified like the muck—bubbled from his mouth and nose, and seeped from his eyes. My bonds crumbled, and he fell with it.
"Ria, run!" Sabin's voice broke whatever spell briefly hung over the alley. Panic surrounded us again. Only this time, it wasn't my own.
It was the Seraphim. They writhed like worms, yelling frantic orders to fire. Kendra's powers crackled eagerly for another taste of blood. A wave of my hand turned their weapons to dust. Two blasts were all it took to take out the vans blocking us in. How quickly the tables turned when I stopped holding myself to their crooked standards. I wanted to ask Sabin, who was I supposed to be running from? This was who we wasted so much time being afraid of? They were right to see me as a threat. I hold death at my fingertips. I was never the one who was prey.
Here's what I'm reading if any of you wanna follow along at home!
From: 20. “It Has to Start Somewhere”
Seraphim poured in from every end of the alley. They slammed Sabin into the wall and held his arms behind his back, binding him with large metal cuffs. I yelled and pulled against my bonds until my arms felt like they would fall off. We were trapped. There was no way around it anymore.
Kendra, what do I do? I thought in a panicked rush.
"You have to get yourself together! We can still escape, but you need to listen!"
I can't, I'm stuck! I can't get out!
"Yes, you can. You don't have to use your hands--"
You know I can't do that!
"Listen to me!" Kendra shouted again, urgently this time. "Anything can be a catalyst if you need it to be. This sludge? Their blood. Poison it, thicken it, solidify it, anything! Just hurry!"
I looked down at the muck chaining me to the ground. Back then, I hadn't killed anything more than plants, and a few already dying animals, during training. Kendra's energy was usually so prominent, its sharp, restless teeth hard to ignore. But it was impossible to think of anything other than what was in front of me. Sabin still struggling against the Seraphim. One of them approaching me. Containment Ray in hand. Aimed at my forehead. I was running out of time. Sabin's warning echoed in the air around me. I wasn't like him. They just wanted me dead.
Sabin yelled and thrashed harder against their holds. He screamed for me. How many times had he watched them kill someone he loved? Now I would be another addition? Another trophy for them to brag home about? What would the story be? How I was an easy day on the job, caught desperate and crying in a trap, like simple prey? Or would they even bother to name me at all?
I felt the cold gun against my forehead. Heard the splitting screech of its charge. Sabin screamed while, all together, the Seraphim dragged him away. My blood boiled. It meant nothing to them. We were nothing.
"Ariana," Kendra's voice rang clear in my head. "I'm not dying here today. Are you?"
No.
No, I wasn't.
With a loud yell, the sharp claws of Kendra's energy roared to life inside me. They couldn't have the satisfaction of adding me to their slaughter. I refused to be erased so easily. The shadows surged and sparked into my hands, surrounding my bonds.
Then, nothing.
There weren't any screams. I had no idea if it worked or not until I heard the Seraphim in front of me make a gross, gurgling sound. I opened my eyes to see the sludge turned to solid rock, and the Seraphim frozen. Blood—too thick, solidified like the muck—bubbled from his mouth and nose, and seeped from his eyes. My bonds crumbled, and he fell with it.
"Ria, run!" Sabin's voice broke whatever spell briefly hung over the alley. Panic surrounded us again. Only this time, it wasn't my own.
It was the Seraphim. They writhed like worms, yelling frantic orders to fire. Kendra's powers crackled eagerly for another taste of blood. A wave of my hand turned their weapons to dust. Two blasts were all it took to take out the vans blocking us in. How quickly the tables turned when I stopped holding myself to their crooked standards. I wanted to ask Sabin, who was I supposed to be running from? This was who we wasted so much time being afraid of? They were right to see me as a threat. I hold death at my fingertips. I was never the one who was prey.
