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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 6:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 6:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 7:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 3:53 pm
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"So sorry to have offended you," said Helkaril sincerely. She didn't need them turning on her. "I simply didn't want to be taking any chances. This mini-flock has had enough trouble. Caecus' sister nearly killed us just recently. It's hard to trust after growing up in a lab and then being hunted." She sheathed her knives and slid off her branch to the ground. She stood before Kami and Macy. "I am no spy," she stated simply, emotionless. Without further speech, she set a small silver fire going in the middle of the group, large enough to warm them yet not in danger of catching on the trees, and ran into the forest. When she was a few feet away, she spread her wings and flew into the sky. She was leaving the patch of darkness, which saddened her, but more so would the stories the girls would tell. She didn't want to hear of more pain. She didn't want to think that she had helped these vile humans by murdering. She hoped she had not murdered the girls' parents. But it wouldn't surprise her. They would only be one of hundreds. Seeing a dense pine forest below her, she settled in the branches of one of the more stable trees and slumped against the trunk. Life had become so tiring. Death sounded more welcoming at the moment. Only in death could she start to repay the debt of blood she owed. Blood... She ripped off her left sleeve and set it in her lap. She drew one knife with her right hand, and traced seven straight lines horizontally across her left wrist with it. They soon shone red. She began to laugh shakily, and yet was crying at the same time. Who am I kidding? she thought. There is no way for me to make ammends. I am beyond evil. I have done as terrible of things as the whitecoats. Worse, probably. And a lot of the flock members trust me?! I do not trust myself not to murder them if angered. They are fools to trust me. But I cannot leave them, not now, when they need me. But why not? What do you owe them? Why should you care? Do you? ...Who are you? Me? I am you. I've always been here. I guide you on the right course, though I was buried deep when you served the whitecoats. But now I am back. Like a conscience? Sort of. Only I don't tell you what's right; I tell you what's best for you. I'm the closest thing you have to a conscience. The genetic experiments took that out of you, and gave you a logical conscience instead. So, now, do you care about that rabble of a flock or not? Well... Yes, I do care about them. They were experimented on, as I was. They deserve to survive, and if I don't train them to fight for themselves, who will? Amy can. Taka can. They don't really need you. They can get along fine. Leave them. Go to the darkness, and never come out. You don't need to stay with them. You can't trust them. But you can always trust the darkness to be your ally. It is what you first knew. Darkness was there for you when no one was. You can be with darkness. Yes, darkness is blissful, but I could not bear to leave my friends behind. Friends? Friends?! HA! The new ones don't trust you, and they're right. Who knows what will set you off? And they'll all be dead, just like last time the whitecoats got you really mad. Don't you remember? Helkaril was plunged into a pool of memory, her memory. She remembered that all too well. They had been testing her. They'd given her her knives. She was so full of rage. A wash of red had crossed her vision, and she'd wiped out twenty of them before they could move. Blood was all over her; it covered all her skin, soaked her cloathes and her hair. The stench of it never left that room. Then she was back. I--I haven't done anything like that since then. I'm different, more controlled. No, you're not. Yes, I am! NO! You are the same avian you were that day. You murder with the same precision and cold indifference you did then. Not my friends. I keep telling you, they aren't your friends. Yes, they are. They trusted me. They fought with me. They have been my allies for some time now. The lab is not. And I'm not saying the lab is the right choice. I'm saying go with solitude. You always preferred this over anything else, right? So do what you want. You don't have to answer to anyone. You love the darkness, so be with it. Do what makes you happy. For a while, she didn't answer. The logic was good and sound. Logic made sense. But still... Helkaril took a deep breath. No. They need me. I will not turn them away. I have changed; I no longer serve the lab. I will fight against them. And to do so, I will need warriors. They can be that. They will. It is our turn to fight. You cannot stop me. Anyways, nothing can make me happy anymore. ...I can only tell you what logic says you should do. I suppose you have chosen to follow that frozen bit of hell you call a heart. So be it. But I'll be back. Count on it. And it was gone. A little unnerved, Helkaril looked down at her wrist, and froze her blood so it stopped flowing from the seven cuts. She blinked hard, and pulled her bloodstained sleeve on over her forearm. It hurt, but not so bad as it had a moment ago. The ice numbed the pain. Quickly wiping her tears from her face, she drew a shaky breath, wiped her blade clean on her sleeve, and sheathed it. Just more blood. Falling backwards, she spread her wings and soared back towards the campsite, heading for the silver flame, which still burned. They needed to move on soon. And she would go as one of them.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 3:53 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 12:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 3:26 pm
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Helkaril nodded. They needed to get going, now, before something else happened. They had lingered in one place for far too long; the Erasers couldn't be far behind. "Let's get out of here," she said aloud. She let the flames die, plunging them into darkness, and instead set them on her wings, dancing and flickering, but not hurting her. Leaping straight up, she shot high into the air and swooped out over the forest. It was always so much calmer in the air. Letting the flames slip from her wings like water, she turned and stopped, watching the silver drops shrink to nothing as they fell towards the canopy. She took a deep breath of the cool air and waited for the rest of the flock to follow. She didn't know exactly where they were headed, so she called down. "Taka, take the lead. You know where they were last, don't you?" She hoped he had some idea where they were to go.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 3:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 3:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 4:04 pm
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