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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:10 pm
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If it was possible for a room to be both poor and wealthy, this was it. It was decorated in luxurious wallpaper and carpet, and the open fireplace was made of fine, grey stone. It was dark and dismal, ridden with sin. Two red, leather chairs sat in front of it, one lover per seat. Fae smiled as she admired her newest ring. The band was pure gold, the diamond a shocking white. She sighed. "Is this the best you could get from me, darling?" she said with a grin to the man. Grimhilde White was of stern mind and like. He looked into the fireplace and adjusted his red tie, something he did to assert his authority. "I had my boys search for three weeks for that," he said in a way that was both commanding and not. "Well, they could have done better, Rim." "Yes, yes, of course. Only the best for my queen." "Damn straight."
A little boy came around the corner after having another nightmare. One of scary forests and wicked step-sisters and evil step-mothers...
Fae turned to Rim and batted her eyes. "Darling, tell me more about those Poison Apples you've been selling?" Rim snapped to attention and gnashed his teeth. "Hush, woman! The walls have ears, and in my business they have hearing aids to assist them!" Fae rolled her eyes. "More talk with less embelishment, dear."
The boy tip-toed to behind his father's cahir and remained silent, like he was used to doing.
"Well," Rim began, "they are gems that have the power to put anyone to sleep with a single touch. In the wrong hands, they can cause chaos. One could take revenge on spouses," he winked at her, "rob a few banks... and possibly overthrow a kingdom." Fae chuckled seductively and leaned in close to him. "Oh, I love it when you speak like that. Say more." "Uh, F-Father?" Rim shot out of his seat, and Fae did as well. "Sawyer White!" Rim hissed, "What in the hell are you doing up at this hour?!" Sawyer looked down, letting one of his bangs fall in front of his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I had a bad dream." Fae laughed and sent him back to bed. Rim looked at Fae crossly and muttered, "This has gone on long enough. You need to get rid of him." "Get rid of him? What do you mean?" "He's heard far too much already. You know exactly what I mean." *** A few hours later, Sawyer was fast asleep in his rotted bed. The yarn blanket was less than substantial, but it was more than enough for his eight-year-old body. Fae slowly opened the creaking door, knife in hand, ready to strike. She looked at the poor boy sadly; she almost felt as if she liked him. She crept closer and closer to the bed until she was looming over him. Suddenly, Sawyer stirred, and Fae felt a pain in her heart that she'd never felt before, not even with the daughter she'd come to hate, the one she lost. "Sawyer, get up, dear." she said, shaking him awake. He opened his eyes and gasped. "No, please, I haven't done anything, M-Mother!" he said, choking out the word "mother;" she was of no blood relation to him. "Please, don't hurt me! Please! No belt tonight! Tell Father I'm sorry!" he whimpered. Fae hushed him. "Your father asked something of me... something I simply cannot bring myself to do." She sighed heavily and said, "You've got to run away, Sawyer." "R-run away?" "Yes, run away. Run away and never, ever come back. " "Why?" A long silence. "Your father wants you dead. You mustn't tell a soul, or else he'll surely get you! Now, run!"
In a flash, Sawyer was out the window, running blindy who-knows-where. He ran out of the dismal neighborhood where the kids always teased him, out of the town that was once so well-guarded by someone who was either missing or didn't care anymore, and into a dark forest like he had seen in his dream. As if there was a force that despised him, suddenly it began to pour rain. Thunder clapped and deafened him, and he was blinded by the lightning. All at once, Sawyer collapsed where he stood, crying hyterically, begging, "Please, someone, anyone, save me..." *** It was the following morning. Sawyer was bruised and cut, but no other physical injuries; his mind, however, was beyond repair. He sat quietly in his soaked, tattered clothes, and hummed a melody that his mother had sung to him when he was a child. One Song, I have but one song... One song only for you. One heart tenderly beating, ever entreating, constant and true. One love that has possessed me. One love thrilling me through. One song my heart keeps singing of one love only for you...
He began to cry, wondering if anyone could ever help a lost boy such as him.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:27 pm
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The Jolly Victini Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:38 pm
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A normal person would have thought, Oh, look! Someone's here! Maybe he can help me! Sawyer's mind was far from normal. He stumbled to his feet and put up his hands in a half-protecting way. "No, yes, please, I'm fine, sir! I-I'm okay, please!" He tripped backwards over his pant leg- his jeans were far too big- and landed flat on his back. "Uh, I'm fine!" he repeated as he stood back up nervously, "I'm fine, please, sir! Please, I'm okay! Honest!" He turned away and thought to run, but something possessed him to stay put.
Maybe he can help me! No, he'll just hurt me like everyone else does!
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:41 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:08 pm
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Sawyer twisted his sweatshirt, wringing out the rain. "Sh-show-er?" he said, as if he was learning a word from a foreign language.
What is a sh-ow-er? It has "ow" in it, so maybe it's painful!
"No, please, I'm fine, please." he replied, exhausting the word "please" like his father always scolded him for doing. His stomach growled in protest, and the scared boy took a step toward the stranger and said, "D-do you have... food, p-please?"
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:17 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:27 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:41 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 6:03 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 6:10 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 6:15 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 6:20 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 6:47 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 7:06 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 7:29 pm
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