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Post  Dreambug on Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:01 pm

Beyond the crackling noise from the mobile phone I heard quiet footsteps creeping in from the other room. Just for a second I was unsure of what to think. Who was it? was it Kougu's greatly hated father? Then I realise with a slight roll of my eyes, of course it wasn't his father. It was Kougu. How could I mistake his tall, willowy figure for anyone other than the boy that saved me from the streets? As he glided towards me, I let my lips curve into a tiny forced smile, as I was attempting to hide my nerves before he sensed them and felt them for himself. Although I highly doubted I could hide such things from him without difficulty, as he was much better at detecting emotions than I really gave him credit for. Drawing my attention back to the phone, I heard my mother carrying on again.
"Well you would not believe what I found in the cupboard under the stairs! I'm not telling you over the phone, though. It might spoil it"
What was she talking about again? I couldn't even remember, she was talking far too fast. Then I noticed a sudden change in her tone, and I wrinkled my brow worriedly. What was going on over there?
"Come on, love. Come home. Please. Ive been really worried about you"
I felt tears gently pricking at my eyes and had to blink madly to force them back. She was actually worried about me? Since when? It was strange, I had gone through excruciating burns, trouble with the law, thieving, loss... And now she was starting to show some sort of care to me? Odd, how I had to go through all that, to cope with her just turning her back and leaving me to live my life, then look after her at the same time, just for her to actually show her love. I swallowed violently at the lump in my throat. ow was not the time nor place to be crying, especially when she was still on the line.
"Listen, mum. I promise I'll be back later. I... I just have to do something first-"
There was another crackle, and the mumbles I'd heard earlier were beginning to grow louder, although the words were still as muffled as before. But it was then I realised there were more than one men in there with them, and I started to panick.
"Mum?" I started, my heart punching hard against my chest. "Mum!"
"Charlotte... please just come home..." She was on the merge of tears now, I could tell because she was wailing, and her voice was suddenly shaky. She sounded far more urgent, but why?
"I'm coming... Mum, listen to me..."
"Charlie please just c-"
"Mum! Listen. Is anyone else there?" Pause.
"Is anyone else there?" I repeated, this time a little louder than before.
"Y-...no...erm, no..." That wasn't too convincing. I repeated my line for one last time, almost dreading to know the truth.
"There is, isn't there?" I shot back before she could answer, feeling my body tense. "Mum, what's going on?"
There was a few more muffling voices which soon turned into shouts, screams, yelling pleads... and then for a minute there was silence. I gripped the mobile tightly in my hand, and for the first time in ages, I began to pace. I shuffled quickly from one side of the room to the other, desperately trying to calm my racing heart. But it wouldn't stop. Something was wrong...terribly wrong. She hadn't answered my question truthfully, I could tell by the way she said it, and now someone had taken her...somewhere. But who? Who would do this to her, to us?
"Mum...mum!"
A loud crackle in my ear snapped me back to reality, and I quickly sucked in my breath. Whoever this was would definately give me a good answer to who had taken my mother, and also who was going to have their backsides kicked as soon as I'd next see them.
"Hello?" I said cautiously, but it was the last person I was expecting.
"Ah, Miss Atkinson. Nice to hear from you again" a familiar male voice hummed through the reciever.
Officer Samuels, Chief of police. We'd met once before, when I was first caught stealing in one of the stores on the high street. He was one of those sour faced kind of guys, and he was definately one to make threats. But never in my life had I expected him to actually stand by and take action to those threats. Wow, had I been stupid. But now he'd supposedly got my mother, what was it going to be now?
"I was just having a nice chat with your mother about how you'd been caught several times stealing precious and valuable items from people and shops. She didn't like it when I told her you both might be in trouble for your actions alone"
I felt my fist clench beside me, and my teeth were grinding furiously together. Was he really going to drag her into the mess I created? I held my breath, listening to what he had to say.
"It was funny, she was about to call you anyway. Although i guess you saved us a job. I told her, if she managed to drive you over back to your house and kept quiet, we'd let her go. But since you guessed she wasn't alone, she failed in her part of the bargain."
I narrowed my eyes, feeling my body begin to shake so much from tensing so much. "What have you done to her?" I demanded, keeping my eyes fixed on the big, blank wall opposite me. On the other end of the line, I could have sworn he was smiling.
"Guilty by association" he replied smugly. "She sat back whilst you committed crime after crime and did nothing to even attempt to stop you. For all we know she could have told you to do it in the first place."
My jaw dropped open. They'd arrested her? But they couldn't do that...not legally. Could they? At my horrified silence, he began to chuckle.
"Now, you have two options. One, you could come over to your house one your own and willingly, we arrest you and your mummy here will be free to go. Or, you could try and run away, we'd catch you anyway and you both go down. How does that sound? Drastic enough?" He asked, sounding extremely amused that he'd got me trapped in his palm to tightly. I was running out of choices. One thing I did know, mother could NOT go to prison, not in this state. She'd go insane in there, and I couldn't afford losing the last trace of a family left still alive. I just couldn't.
"You leave her alone" I growled quietly through the speaker, but I knew it would make no difference.
"As long as you show your face by sunrise, I swear I won't even dream of harming her. But mark my words. If you don't show, believe me you will be caught. Then you may find you won't be the only one who has to pay for it. If you know what's good for you, then you'll show. If not, well, I'm sure we'll be meeting shortly whatever happens. Tata my dear. I'm coming to get you"

And on that note I quickly forced the phone from my ear, punching down on the RED button. I slowly let my hand fall weakly to my side, and the phone sliped through my fingers onto the carpet. But I didn't care, as at that moment it was the least of my worries. I was in BIG trouble, and so was my mother.
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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Wed Jul 21, 2010 3:10 pm

Kougu watched Charlie intently as she began to pace, all thoughts of respecting her privacy forgotten when he picked up on the distress in her tone. His dark eyes followed her progress, sliding slowly from side to side so that their glassy surfaces caught the light and reflected it back, as though denying it entrance to his darkened soul. He clenched his jaw, and before long a vein had raised beneath his skin to throb a visible pulse upon his temple. His pale skin because even paler as a combination of protective anger, and unbearable nervousness coursed through him, seeming to beat a pulse with his blood as it raced through his veins, awakening a mass of adrenalin that sent his heart into a throbbing race. He could taste bitterness in the back of his throat, and before long his mouth had become dry and his palms moist. Something big was going down, and he could sense it... Not only something big, but something bad. A dull, throbbing pain awakened in Kougu's head, and that instantly sent him into action. He stepped quickly toward the kitchen, the pain intensifying by the second until it was near unbearable. He wrenched open a cupboard and grabbed his small plastic tube of pills, shaking it impatiently until one fell out onto his clammy palm. He tossed it into his mouth and swallowed it, not even bothering to wash it down. He wouldn't have time... The pain in his head was nearing its maximum point, and he wasn't sure how much longer his mind could tolerate it without losing consciousness or going insane. He leaned back against the counter and clutched his throbbing skull as he waited for the pain to release him from its icy-hot clutches. Finally, it relented, and Kougu found himself capable of thought once more. The rush of thoughts that hit him then was so overwhelming that he almost staggered backwards physically from the weight of them. Charlie... Her tone... That conversation... What had happened? He could only hazard a guess, but he dared not... For fear that he might be right, as he had been so many times before. Kougu transitioned from Optimist, to Pessimist, to Realist on a regular basis, and right now he was pretty sure that his pessimistic guesses were really closer to reality than negativity... Though he was desperate not to think them. Desperate to shut down the infuriating, endless calculations of his mind. Some stones were better left unturned... Just as some skeletons were better off left in their closets, before they came to life and destroyed the one who had dared release them. Kougu shook his alarming fantasies out of his mind, and took a deep breath, swallowing the air in great gulps. He had to calm himself. This was not his predicament, after all. It was Charlie's, and he had to help her...
Suddenly, a blinding spike of pain deadened all Kougu's senses and he felt himself black out momentarily.

The stiff wooden chairs were lined up in formal rows, their dark mahogany seats facing forward toward coffin at the fore of the display, surrounded on all sides by the gifts of grievers. The flowers were all so perfect that the gifts seemed almost cold... Thoughtless... As though it was all jut a fashion show. Daisies, roses, arum lilies... Every single petal littering the scene was a flawless white, as though all colour had been sucked from the world. Kougu sat alone in the empty row, the hard wood of his chair pressing against the bones protruding just beneath his pale skin. He wore only black, and with his head bowed, it seemed his hair was a part of the outfit. His face was hidden as his long, pale fingers matched and unmatched the colours of a Rubik cube, time and time again. The process grew gradually swifter, his movements more rapid as more guests began to arrive, and emotion welled up inside him. Emotion that he was never allowed to show... "Hey, Kougu." The familiar voice broke through his thoughts, and Kougu glanced up, fixing a stiff smile on his face. His dark eyes locked on the form of a boy around his own age, with a head of shaggy blonde hair and usually cheerful green eyes, that were now crowded with concern for his friend. "How're you holding up?" He asked softly, his eyes scanning Kougu's face for some hint of the emotion he was clearly hiding. Kougu simply shook his head, and returned his attention to the puzzle in his hands, mixing it up again. The boy gnawed awkwardly on his lip for a moment, then took a seat beside Kougu, staring up at the coffin and the official-looking man who now stood before it. Kougu, too, raised his eyes as this man stepped up to the pedestal arranged for him, and gripped the microphone in his pudgy fingers. Kougu let the Rubik cube slip from his fingers and fall into his lap, slipping instantly into a daze as the man began to drone on and on about the achievements, relationships and wishes of the deceased. He was barely aware of the seconds scurrying by, until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. With an effort, he tugged himself back to reality and glanced up at the boy beside him. "It's over." He informed Kougu, a concerned frown knitting his brows together at his friend's complete lack of emotion. "Yes... It is, isn't it?" Kougu agreed, his tone somewhat distant, as though he was agreeing to a completely different topic, which indeed he was. It was all over... Forever. "Kougu... You can't blame yourself for this, you know. It wasn't your fault!" The boy insisted firmly, placing both hands on his shoulders and forcing Kougu to meet his eyes. As Kougu stared up at his only friend, he felt a wave of emotion. Appreciation, grief, and most of all, guilt. Suddenly, his head exploded in pain, and before he could react, he had blacked out. Meanwhile, his body stood without reacting. "Not my fault...?" He whispered softly, a devious grin distorting his features as his snake-like whisper hissed menacingly through the air between them. "You know nothing of blame!" He exclaimed gleefully, placing his own hands on the other boy's shoulders, and tightening his grip until his fingernails bit in so hard that a faint film of crimson seeped through the boy's black shirt. His bright green eyes widened in sudden panic-

Kougu ripped his mind forcefully from the memory, pure willpower keeping him from reliving that dreadful moment once again. "I'm sorry..." He whispered softly, closing his eyes for a moment and resting his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry..." His whispered words were lost in the silence, and Kougu remained still a moment longer, half wishing that he could hide beneath the cool, dark shield of his hands forever. Finally, he wound the will to drop his hands and slowly straighten his tall frame, taking a deep breath and steeling himself into his usual composed state. He rested his hands on the counter for a moment, watching his knuckles turn white as he gripped it tighter and tighter. If what he had guessed was indeed right, he would not let Charlie suffer through the same thing he had. Perhaps it was time to call upon some old favours... Kougu pushed himself away from the counter, his jaw set in determination, and wheeled around on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. He paused suddenly and doubled back, grabbing 2 apples from the fruit bowl before striding quickly toward Charlie, or so it seemed. At the last moment, he bypassed her and headed out into the hallway. He grabbed a hoodie from the coat-rack and pulled it over his head, grabbing his spare keys from their hook at the same time. "Come on." He mumbled through a mouthful of hoodie. "You can explain to me on the way, and I'll have a strategy by the time we get there." He informed her, his tone confident and authoritative, barely hiding the underlying grim bitterness. "You'll need something to keep you going." He added, tossing the apple at her before bending his head toward the door. He plunged the key into the lock and turned it until he heard a click, then twisted the handle around and yanked the door open, stepping through the doorway and pausing on the other side.

The weather had changed again... Thick, gray thunderheads now obscured the sky, warning of an approaching storm, though it seemed the rain dare not fall under the vicious threat of the wind. It whipped around like a hurricane, grabbing Kougu's dark hair to pull it away from his pale face, lashing it back and forth in the vicious air. The absence of it left the long, ugly scar along the side of his face clearly visible, yet for once he did not even notice it. He was too involved in his mission... For this one he had chosen himself. And never before had he been quite so determined to succeed. He would not fail this one... Not if it took the last breath from his lungs. He may have failed his own family, but he was not going to let Charlie lose hers, no matter what the situation. Kougu raised his dark eyes to the sky, squinting against the biting wind as he watched it attack and devour the treetops like a raging beast. He did not even feel the chill... Determination let warmth seep into his bones, accompanied by the adrenalin that kept his blood from running cold. He waited with cool authority for Charlie to follow him, suddenly seeming half a decade older now that his mind was on its most familiar track. He was ready for whatever might come at him... He was not going to fail. He couldn't let another person down... Never, ever again.

"K-Kougu, why?", the boy stuttered through barely moving lips, his green eyes half closed as the life slowly ebbed away from him. "W-why-" He broke off as that word left his trembling lips, and his eyes slowly slid shut. He did not move again. His face became paler and paler as the blood continued to gush from his lifeless body, though the image was so hazy in Kogu's mind that all he could make out was the boy's face. He saw his own long, pale fingers reaching toward it. He felt the iciness of that pale skin as the last heat of life left it. He heard the wailings of sorrow in his own ears as his only friend's body was slowly saturated by its own blood...

Kougu clenched his jaw as the flashback subsided, determined not to remember any more. That wasn't going to happen this time... Not if he could help it. Then again, was that not the problem...? He was powerless. Helpless. Useless... He couldn't even control himself... But he could do something. And he would do whatever it took to save Charlie the pain that he was reliving each second. She was the closest thing he'd had to a friend since then... He had all but given up altogether when she came along. He wouldn't let history repeat itself... Not again.
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Post  Dreambug on Thu Jul 22, 2010 5:27 pm

I forgot to breathe. I actually forgot to breathe I was so distraught. My hands were shaking, my fingers were digging so deeply into my palms they almost broke skin, and my eyes eyes were flicking aimlessly from side to side as I tried so desperately to figure out what was going on. They'd arrested my mother, they'd forced her to act like nothing was wrong. When really, something was wrong. Everything was wrong. Had they threatened her? Physically? For all I knew she could have had a gun to her head or something whilst she was speaking to me. Just the thought made me tremble in my spot. How dare they do that to her. How dare they! Was it even legal? Could they actually do that just in order to make sure I was caught by morning? I had no idea, but at that moment in time, the law was the least of my problems. I had to focus on what was happening right there, right then. My mother had been arrested, and I knew for a fact she wouldn't be able to cope with what had happened to her at our house just now, especially if she was charged with...what had Officer Samuels said? Guilty by association? My throat tightened at the image of her, shaken and teary, being forced into her seat by two large uniformed men, smirking at her fearful self and whispering threats in her ear as she was speaking to me, telling me that everything was fine and that she had truly felt love for me. It was obvious from the start that something was up. Why hadn't I asked her earlier in the conversation? It might have saved time...although it also meant I would have known even earlier about how threatening the police could really be. Yet in their eyes I was the bad guy...or girl. They were the ones on the right hand side of the law, and I was the one in the wrong. I admit, I was guilty. I'd stolen...so many items since my father and brother died, I'd committed crimes, I'd run from the police. But even so, was I really bad enough to have to go through this? My mother was innocent, although not to the papers, I realised with a jolt. The papers wee all that mattered to them. I'd said those same words to Kougu just an hour or so ago, and not it was beginning to make sense. It was my fault. Why couldn't i have found another way of making money? Why did I have to go and break the law just for the sake of living? I sniffed, suddenly noticing the tears running down my hot cheeks. How long had I been crying? I quickly wiped them away from my face roughly, turning to notice Kougu speaking to me. He was apologizing, although I didn't see how any of this was his fault. He hadn't exactly called the police, had he? Okay, now I was just thinking stupid. I shook my head weakly, forcing back the lump in my throat. His sympathy for me was just making it worse. I sniffed once again, pleading for the tears to stop rolling down my cheeks. It was beginning to turn awkward, but I barely even noticed. I needed comfort, although I doubted even Kougu could give me the comfort I truly needed. I needed a hug. I sucked in my breath, quickly catching the apple in my palm. Where had that come from? I looked up to see Kougu already heading out the door. I guessed by the seriousness of his tone that he was wanting me to follow, so I shakily grabbed my hoodie, forgetting completely about the benitoite gem sitting just on the edge of the sofa. It had caused me enough problems today. Puzzled, I jogged outside after him, quietly closing the door behind me. I was met by a bitter wind, hitting my tear stained face like crashing waves on a sandy bay. I let my eyes slip closed, letting the cold air trickle down my back, under my clothes and all over my pale flesh. My teeth began to chatter effectively, but I soon found myself almost non-reactant to the dropping temperatures and threatening storm clouds approaching among the late-evening skies. I should have been frozen, I should have hidden my face within the warmth and comfort of my hood. But instead I let my hair fly in waves away from my face, revealing the tiny lines of dark mascara that had run down my cheeks along with the tears just moments earlier. I guessed it had smudged all over my face, from the amount of times I'd tried to stop the tears from flooding from my eyes. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered to me much at that moment, as I was still shaking in shock from the threatening call Officer Samuels had given me when Mum was arrested. I just couldn't get over it. I couldn't get over how after everything I'd been through, I was still the bad guy. Yes I'd stolen, I'd committed crimes, but was it really worth all this...pain? I snapped back to reality as I realised Kougu was speaking again. My eyes slowly met the large, shiny apple in my palm and I hesitantly brought it to my lips, slowly peeling off a flab of thin apple skin and chewing on it weakly. I really should have eaten more and I knew it, but I was no longer hungry. The whole phone call thing had completely destroyed my appetite. I looked back up to our surroundings, my eyes flashing in alarm at kougu as he sped on down the steps. “Where're we going?” I asked, my voice still shaky from crying. I was still recovering, but I had too much dumped on me at once to even think straight. I had to decide what decision I was going to make, as the only alternative would be to hand myself in. But I had to do so alone, and I needed time to think. Surely we weren't going straight there, right then? The thought caused me to panick, and I found new tears pricking at my eyes. “You're not taking me back home, are you?” I stuttered, ignoring his request for me to tell him what had happened. I would do so as soon as he told me what his plan would be. Although thinking about it, he hadn't even thought of one yet. I shook my head quickly, jogging on after him. “Kougu please, not now Just...not yet. Please don't make me go back...” my voice finished in a quiet whisper, as the tears once again began to stream down my mascara-stained cheeks. Was he seriously going to turn me in after all this time? Well, it had been a day, around nine or ten hours. But it was enough to become close to someone. Close enough not to betray them. He should have known how much I'd been betrayed, since he knew practically everything else there was to know about me anyway. Would he honestly just turn e in now? Seriously?

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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Fri Jul 23, 2010 11:57 am

((Sorry, was struggling to get into character, so quality is second-rate, but I made an effort to stay with the quantity. Smile Your post was REALLY amazing, by the way! Very Happy *faints* *glomps*))


The icy wind lashed at the treetops, producing claws of steel that slashed the leaves from their branches and whirled them around in a deadly tango with the countless other objects that had been grabbed from the innocent ground, stolen and thrust into the deadly wailings and soarings of the wind. Plastic bags snatched from the gutters, clothing ripped from its pegs, leavig its washing line with a twang to join what was soon becoming a raging gale, hovering only inches from moving toward a full blow hurricane. Yet the wind's vicious attacks were-half hearted, and there was a lingering timidity in its whistling tone that promised that there would be no such danger. The screeched over the rooftops ripping up loose tiles here and there and flinging them to the ground. A sudden rattling, sliding noise grabbed Kougu's attention and he whipped around, turning just in time to see a tile from his own roof being hurled through the air towards him. He raised one hand and caught it skillfully, mere inches from his face, then released it, letting it fall to the ground and shatter on impact. The tiny shards darted off like pewter bullets, stabbing into the soft, unkempt soil beneath the ragged lawn. Kougu stared at the scene for a moment, then turned his attention back to the sky. Thunder rippled through his ears, sending a static sensation crawling up his spine and raising Goosebumps on his pale skin. The clouds were becoming heavier now, and the tension in the air was palpable. A storm was brewing for sure, and it seemed the brew was nearing completion.

Kougu's eyes stayed glued to the sky for a moment, reflections of light washing over the glossy surfaces as thoughts churned through his mind just like the rubbish in the air churned with the mind. Within his own mind, a storm just as violent was brewing, only he knew that he could never let it crash over, else all would be lost. Suddenly, Kougu became aware of Charlie speaking, and he turned to face her, stepping cautiously on the ground and taking care not to slip. Somehow, with his own situation so delicate, it was as though the whole earth was as fragile as a tiny baby bird... Kougu shook the thought away, his thin eyebrows knitting into a frown on his pale face as he forced himself to focus on what Charlie was saying. "You're not taking back home, are you?" She asked in a stuttering tone, and Kougu could sense just from glancing at her how distraught she was. His frown deepened slightly, trying to calculate how he ought to handle the situation. "You know..." Kougu murmured quietly, his tone gentle and thoughtful. His eyes darted to the fruit clutched in her hand, and he stared at it for a moment before his lips parted and he broke into speech again, "Eve ate an apple, too. Or maybe it was something else, I never remember these stories... The point is, it was forbidden, so she did wrong. Naturally she was punished. She suffered for it, and so did her partner, Adam, as they were forced to leave the garden and live like we do... In this cruel world. Yet if you think about it, had she never eaten that apple, the world would not have been like it is today... people may never have learned to use their minds the way we do… To make choices as we do.” He shrugged vaguely, trailing off and abandoning his speech with his point so vague and hazy that it seemed no more than the distant buzz of a bee through the raging storm. “Some good comes of every situation, and there will always be some reason in every mistake. Sometimes you have to do wrong to do right…” Kougu explained in a hushed tone. His eyes were on the sky again now, watching the deadly tango of the whistling wind speed up in tune to a jerky staccato melody of its own making. He stood thus for quite some time, the wind causing his dark hair to billow about him, spreading like a cloud of ink in water. His pale skin was given a vampiric sheen in the half-light, the clouds obscuring all light, releasing it only in controlled rays that scorched the earth for only a moment before being smothered away again in a dense mass of semi-condensed water vapour, waiting impatiently to unleash its cold fury on the world below. The deep indentation in Kougu’s skin beside the scar that marked his right temple was thrown into sharp relief by the abnormal lighting conditions, making him seem suddenly more sinister. With his eyes glassed over from zoned out thought, and his pale skin bleached to an icy white by the temperature, he seemed almost like a living corpse, so much so that it may not even have been a surprise to see his head fall from his shoulders there and then, and his long arms reach down to pick it up again, just like in the horror movies… The movies that he had never had a chance to watch as a child, just like so many other things… Things he would never understand, because he had gone too far in life without any knowledge about them. Why would people cry when happy, but also when sad? Why would they scream when exhilarated, but lose their voices when true fear set in? How did they find comfort and solace from lying in each other’s arms? What was the point of a handshake? What was friendship? What was companionship? What was love, and what was the difference between? So many questions that remained unanswered… So many answers he would never be capable of finding…
Kougu sighed and ran his pale fingers through his damp, dark hair in a gesture of apparent stress. Though already a mess, his hair now resembled an upside-down mop more than ever, with each strand sticking up and blowing around with a mind all its own. Complete individuality, regardless of the nudges of society toward keeping one’s appearance neat and tidy. Kougu took a deep breath, then wheeled around on his heel and turned to face Charlie, his dark eyes fixed on her with a deep, genuine sincerity behind the sharp intensity of his gaze. Finally, he found the words to answer her pleading questions, and his tone offered no room for argument as he opened his thin mouth to speak, “Yes, you are going back home.” Kougu confirmed with a gentle, firm tone. “You can show me the way, and explain to me what has happened while we are travelling there. I’ve already had a chance to hazard a few guesses and begin strategizing accordingly, but once I know all the details…” He trailed off for a moment, lost in thought. His eyes slid out of focus as he struggled to get his train of thought back on its rails. Finally, he managed, and his eyes darted back to her face as he went on, “It is unfair that you should be asked to deal with such a distressing situation alone. Hence the reason I am here. I shall help out to the best of my ability, whether you like it or not. This is what I do, what I have always done, and what I will always do. I daresay that you ought to find me of some assistance… After all, I can assure you now that I do not plan to fail.” A slight smile curved his lips at the thought of actually managing to do something useful for once, and Kougu released a soft sigh into the silence, his breath forming a cloud of mist in the icy air. It lingered there for only the slightest fraction of a silver moment, before the lashing winds whipped it far from sight, rebelling against the calm tranquility in Kougu’s soul, and flooding his veins with a rush of adrenalin that sent anticipation and determination tingling through him. He would do this, whether she liked it or not… He would not sit back and watch good people suffer. He would not allow injustice to be done whilst he was capable of changing it… He had ruined and ended so many lives in his time… Maybe, just maybe, if he helped this one, he might be able to begin to atone, at least in some small way. It was a slim chance, and a long shot, but it was a shot all the same; one which he was desperate to take. He could never put back together what he had broken, but perhaps he could build something new… Never to replace, but just to fill that empty space….
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Post  Dreambug on Sat Jul 24, 2010 12:27 pm

((Well, if it helps, your description is apsalutely amazing! I've never seen anything that good in any other books that I've seen before. Oh dear, that's going to be hard to beat o_0 Hm, prepare for yet another shocking post from Dreamehkins Very Happy))

I took my time to study our surroundings thoroughly and force my mind to slow to a steady pace. I knew I was beside myself, but I couldn't help it. I was scared...no, petrified of what might happen if I showed my face back home, but it seemed I didn't have a choice. I was guilty for every accusation they threw at me, and I had to be punished. But it didn't mean they had to drag my mother into it as well, especially just for the sake of catching me. Was that even legal? Or were they just doing it, because it was me? I always did frustrate the police force when I was reported stealing, but I just thought it was harmless. Everyone frustrated the Police force around here...well, everyone who broke the law, which wasn't many nowadays. People were always scared of the consequences and it was only now that I realised why. The police could do whatever they wanted for the sake of catching a guilty criminal, whether it was within the law or not. They were the police, they were the law. But surely threatening and harassing an innocent woman was crossing the line? Although to them she wasn't innocent, was she? As she had partly been the cause of my illegal actions in the first place. But she had no choice... Wait, but she had. Everything is a choice, everything we do. Everything I had done had been out of choice, but I had done it because I had ruled out the other options and decided it would be the only one I could use to keep the roof above both our heads. Although, it was my mother's fault I'd been pressured into thievery all along. Now we were both going to pay for it.

A vicious gale smacked me hard in the face and snapped me back to the present, where the storm was growing into an intense battle against wind and the forces of gravity. Studying by how the tiles were beginning to fly from the roofs above our heads, it was almost hard to know which was winning. The thunder growled threateningly from within the thick layer of storm clouds rolling in from the west and the sudden drop in temperature brought a shudder to escape my lips. It took me a moment to realise my teeth were chattering hurriedly to attempt to warm up my dangerously freezing body. My fists clenched from inside my hoodie pockets as I turned my head slightly to Kougu so I could tell what he was saying. Telling the story of Adam and Eve... Huh, as if I needed another religious conversation with anyone about how humanity supposedly came about. I hadn't been to school for six years and even now I was sick of the same stories from those weekly RE lessons. The one thing I didn't miss from being at school. I sniffed, leaving the wind to dry my damp, tear-stained cheeks. I'd tried to wipe them away enough they were beginning to sting. “Try telling them that” I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath. Did he even understand that no good would come with me being arrested? All I'd be left with when I came out...if I came out... would be myself and a handful of money to last me days, at the most. “Listen, Kougu, that would be helpful if my punishment wasn't arrest, or the fact that my mother might go down with me...” I trailed off, realising I actually hadn't told him the whole story of the phone conversation yet. Of course, he wasn't even in the room for half the time. Before I could say any more I realised that he was thinking about my question. I looked up at him uncertainly, as my question hadn't been hard to answer. Although , thinking about it, it was hardly a question anyway...more like a plead. But he as opening his mouth, and his words began to echo from the gusts of wind being thrown in our direction. His answer caused my heart to stop beating, just for a second, but it was enough to make me panic. So he was taking me home, after all. Didn't our conversations back in the house mean anything to him? I couldn't go home, not now...not yet. I just needed a moment to properly think. My hands began to shake in my pockets and it took me a small second to realise why. Then, noticing the burning sensation of pain thumping through my palms I realised I had been clenching them so tightly they were beginning to break skin. Sucking in a deep breath through my pearly teeth I quickly released, slipping them out from inside my pockets. Thankfully, no blood spilled from my flesh, but from the intensity of my grip before they began to shake again, unless that was from the fear of what may have been to come. I sighed, looking back up at Kougu with desperate eyes. “No, you don't understand. If I show my face over there again they will arrest me. That's what the phone call was about. The problem is that if I don't...” I looked down, my teeth trailing to my bottom lip as I nibbled against it nervously. “If I don't then they'll come after me, and my mother will go to jail. She's already been arrested since she failed in attempting to lure me me home on the phone and I was told if I don't hand myself in by morning then they'd come after me. If she ends up being sent to jail because of me then I don't know what I'd do. I can't lose her again. I-I just can't...” I shook my head feeling the chilling wind blow my hair against my face. It was getting late, as the sun had disappeared behind the thickness if the dark grey storm clouds, sending a shadow of darkness over our side of the city's edge. Why did it always have to go dark whenever I felt depressed? I swallowed hard, pulling up the black hood of my jumper to shadow my face and slumped my shoulders, defeated. By what he'd said last I was unsure of what to think of him, but I'd noticed that he'd never actually said that he wasn't going to let me be arrested, just that he would be there beside me. Not that that would be of any help to me whatsoever. “Look, if your going to take me to the police, then hurry up about it. It's freezing...” I shivered dramatically, my lips pulling into a tiny wince as I spoke. The pain of acception that he might have just planned to take me back all along haunted every word, every syllable that escaped my lips, and yet the words still lingered in the air a second or so after I'd said them. Was it the storm that caused the echo, or was it just my imagination? Whichever it was, it hardly mattered to me any more. I was going home. Home to the police, to the menacing smirks, and to my mother. Would she ever forgive me for what I might have put her through? Something told me it would take her years, or when either of us got out of prison, if not forever. If she couldn't forgive me for all this, I would find it impossible to get over it myself.

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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Sat Jul 24, 2010 2:13 pm

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Kougu turned his dark eyes to Charlie and listened calmly and patiently to what she had to say. Was she serious...? She actually thought he would hand her over? He had thought that he had made himself clear... A slight frown creased his face, leaving deep indentations in his pale forehead as he pondered her words. "I-" He broke off, then closed his eyes and bowed his head, willing himself to keep a grip. Irritation was boiling close to the surface, induced by her final words. Colder than the chill of the icy wind lashing through his skin, her condescending tone was almost more than he could handle. Of course, he had trained long and hard to feel no more emotion than a stone statue, but he had been born a sensitive soul, and no amount of training or beating could get that out of him. He felt every word slicing through his soul, and it was a struggle for him to keep himself from breaking down... He took a deep breath and released it slowly, begging for patience, then raised his head again to lock his intent gaze on Charlie, his dark eyes locking on her with determined intensity. His muscles tensed and stiffened in resistance as he tried to move his legs, and it was only with a supreme effort that he was able to keep himself from releasing a low growl of frustration. Finally, his reluctant limbs submitted to his will, and he took a few steps closer to Charlie, drawing himself up to his full height and looking down at her, his dark hair falling down over his eyes with the movement of his head. "Can you just calm down and listen to me for a moment?" Kougu asked in a calm, toneless voice. His face held no expression, for he hid it intentionally, making him seem suddenly sinister and unpredictable. "Think about it. Do you honestly believe I'd turn you in? You have sense, so use it." Kougu advised, his voice still completely devoid of emotion, and his expression unreadable. He stepped back again, distancing himself, then glanced at her again, his jaw still tightly clenched from the effort of hiding his thoughts, and the stinging feeling that her mistrust sent shooting through his bones. "If I wanted to hand you in, I'd have done it when I first saw you running from the police, not once I'd found myself at risk of being charged guilty by association." He explained slowly, choosing his words carefully and keeping his gaze locked on her, demanding complete concentration with his harsh tone. "Think logically." He added, considering an attempt at a comforting smile, but failing miserably. "Now will you just take a moment to think, and tell me the way back to your house, so that we can get there before something happens, and I can sort this mess out as best I can." He offered, turning away and stalking off in the opposite direction, taking the route he remembered from earlier in the day when she had tried to return home before.

He stalked through the empty street, feeling anger burning in his veins, far more anger than the situation called for. He knew exactly why it was... The reason he had made his point unclear, the reason she didn't trust him... All of it was because he was just so messed up, in so many ways. There were times when he became sick of being constantly misunderstood and his speech misinterpreted. All because he had never lived, except in the box he had been born into. If he could meet his father right there, he would punch the man's face into a pulp, which was really saying something, as he was generally a peaceful person who did not even consider violence to be an option, not even a last resort. He would resort to self-sacrifice before violence... Yet it was a violent life that he led, so what was he to do? Fight a blade with a daisy on a stick? Kougu scoffed at his own thought, lengthening his stride so his bare heels struck the cold tarmac with such force that he could feel his soles bruising, yet he did not relent, but kept up the blistering pace, though never breaking into a jog. This was all his fault... All of it. Kougu clenched his jaw tighter, ignoring the ominous cracking sounds from his teeth, and willed himself to maintain his patience. He was losing it... Losing it swiftly, and it had nothing to do with the situation, nothing at all. "Calm down." He muttered under his breath, hissing the words softly through his teeth only to lose the sounds of them in the lashing wind that whistled through his ears, deafening him in its achingly loud silence. "Calm down!" He hissed again, clutching his head in an effort to rid himself of the furious pounding of his pulse in his ears. Not here... Not now... He couldn't lose control now - he had to help Charlie. That thought calmed him instantly, and Kougu breathed a sigh of relief. He came to a standstill, and was not overly surprised to find his muscles trembling violently from the double effort of his straining to control himself, and his body training to resist control. He took a deep, shuddering breath, then released it in a burst of steam, slowly turning back to face Charlie. The tension and anger had left him now, and he was his calm self once more, gentle, patient and logical. He stared back at Charlie, barely able to make out her expression at the distance. He squinted through the rain toward her, then straightened and blinked in surprise, turning his eyes to the sky. When had it started raining...? His hair was already plastered to his face from the gushing water, the surface dark and slick as a seal's skin. He shook his head, sending raindrops darting from his hair and skin to fall to the ground and join the puddles. To think that he had been so furious that he hadn't noticed such a drastic change in the weather... Kougu was suddenly painfully aware of how close he had come to losing control, and it scared him spitless. He walked swiftly back toward Charlie. "Come on." He encouraged, his tone urgent and desperate, yet still with a note of forced patience. "Have you got the gun?" He added, his facial muscles twitching with sudden tension at the question. He hated asking it, but he couldn't trust himself to get out there and do something about Charlie's situation unless he could trust her to keep him in check. A derisive snort burst from him as a sudden amusing thought flashed through his mind. It was as though he was some sort of rabid dog or something... He shook his head, forcing a state of concentration on his exhausted mind and walking toward Charlie again. "We haven't got much time..." He muttered, speaking more to himself than to her. He was obviously on edge, and dangerously so, but he was still calm in temper, at lest to some extent. All the same, he was struggling to focus, and struggling to deal with the tricky situation along with his own endless truckloads of issues, paranoia’s and problems.
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Post  Dreambug on Sun Jul 25, 2010 3:25 pm

It seemed I may have frustrated him with my obvious signs of distrust. But in an odd, twisted way I was somewhat glad he was actually showing his care for me by the way he'd reacted. It sounded strange, but the fact that he was frustrated showed me that he did care what happened to me, and that this wasn't just some way of winning over my trust then throwing it all back in my face. It didn't happen often with me, but now it seemed everyone I passed by that gave me something as small as eye contact made me feel uncomfortable and suspicious, and it gave me the fear that anyone who looked at me could be my enemy, or could be someone who was likely to hand me over to those I was running from. The police. No one ever cared about my side of the story, I was just some criminal running from the law and trying to get away with everything I did wrong. They were all so quick to judge these days...which was one reason why I liked Kougu. I didn't know why he wanted to help me so much, I doubted even he knew. But now, after he'd confirmed that he was taking me there to help and nothing else, no more was I going to argue. I waited for him to burst into a frustrated roar and yell at me to be quiet or whatever, but the calmness of his voice surprised me. In fact, I was so surprised at the calm, expressionless tone of his voice I was unsure of how to react. In a way I wished he could have yelled at me, as I'd have known how to deal with it, I'd be able to quickly think of a comeback somehow. But as I stared up at his blank, yet completely serious expression, I felt as I was stuck in time. My feet were glued to the tarmac beneath me, my body had frozen to it's spot, even my eyelids had stopped blinking. For that short minute, which felt like hours to me, the only movement coming from myself was the violent wind thrusting my hair into the air and intertwining each strand with itself, almost blinding me from the blurriness caused from the mixture of my hair and the light showers of the beginning rain storm that had been threatening us for the past few minutes. The water droplets ran down my pale skin, making me decide that my last few moments of attempting to dry my tears had been a complete waste of time, and caused my eyelids to blink furiously after I suddenly realised I hadn't been blinking for a whole forty-odd seconds. What was it whilst I was in the company of this boy that made me do such strange things? I began to decide he was influencing me, whether he was oblivious to the fact or not. I guessed it must have felt odd to me because I had not had anyone around for me to be influenced by, a convention that came of being alone for so long.
I thought for a moment about his words, realising that he did have a good point after all, and that I truly was becoming overly anxious about his intentions. Paranoia was taking it's toe, and my lack of sleep really wasn't helping. I gritted my teeth together, feeling a tiny yawn pulling at my jaw. But I refused to let go, as I had to force myself to stay awake for at least another hour or so, just enough time for when I either landed face first in a prison cell or collapsed on the sofa back at Kougu's house. I needed some sleep, and soon. Perhaps that hadn't helped me when I was crying earlier, as if I had slept the night before I might not have expressed my feelings so...openly. I doubted I would have even shown any emotion at all, although I guessed something may have shown in my voice. I was never really that good at keeping feelings from showing in my voice, perhaps the reason why I ended up in arguments all the people. The anger had to to be let out somewhere, and it couldn't exactly come out the same way anything unwanted from my body could exit, my backside... I rolled my eyes at myself, shaking my head. Now was not the time to think about my digestive system. No, wake up... I probably would have smacked myself there and then, but the sudden tension in Kougu's body language made me jump so, the thought had evaporated completely from my mind. Was he remembering again? No, somehow I didn't think so. So why was he so mad? Was it himself? His emotions? I was about to ask him, until I heard a faint 'calm down' being wafted in my direction by the wind and my eyebrows slowly pulled together. Who was he talking to? He repeated himself, now in a much more aggitated, aggressive tone, and I looking him up and down defensively. I had definitely calm down since he'd told me to, I didn't have much choice anyway. So what was he yelling at me for? “Kougu, I am ca-” Before I'd even finished speaking, his body tension slackened, and he relaxed himself once again. “Oh...” He must have been talking to himself. I knew that. I looked down embarrassingly, a tiny speck of colour flooding to my cheeks. It made sense. Perhaps I should have realised he'd been talking to himself all along, as he seemed to do it enough. I couldn't exactly blame him, as he had been alone for...well, who knows how long. He was probably more likely than most to act slightly odd, as he was an odd character anyway, but being alone and all might have been part of the cause, plus his mysterious past. He still hadn't told me much about his childhood yet, even when I asked. It was his choice what and who he told told, but come on. How bad could it have been? Surely it wasn't worse than mine? Well, perhaps adding on the insane person that shot him with a laser, whoever that was. Why did he speak so little about his past? It was bothering me, as I was beginning to feel like the more he knew of me, then less I knew him. I looked up from my moment's thought to realise he was speaking again. I froze at his words, although for this one time, it wasn't in fear. He wanted the gun, or more likely, he wanted for me to have it. Was it to do with his little moment just then? I had no idea, but I didn't bother asking. Personally, I saw no point. It didn't matter at that moment in time. “Er...” I thought for a moment. Had I brought the gun with me? I couldn't even remember. Those past few moments of us getting out of the house had been a blur to me, as I was so shaken from the phone call I could barely even think. My eyes widened, and I brought my finger up and waved it thoughtfully. “Yes” I clicked my fingers, paused in my position. If I had brought the gun with me, it wasn't with me now. I trailed my finger behind me to the house, which was just a few meters away from me. “It's in the house” I added, biting the right side of my lip thoughtfully. I didn't even think I needed it. We were out in the open now, even if it was freezing cold and raining bucketfuls. At least I could run. “I, err...thought I'd better not have it, since if the police did get me, I'd be in a bit or trouble if they found it with me. I could hardly say that I'm holding it for a friend. So I decided I'd better not risk it” Well, we weren't too far from the house anyway, but just thinking about having that thing in my hand, pointing at someone, let alone Kougu, made me feel uncomfortable. It might not be able to kill, but it could still hurt people, and I was unsure whether I'd be able to stick it up at someone, pull the trigger and not feel just a speck of guilt for what I'd done. I may have been a thief, but it didn't mean I wasn't sensitive. But honestly, when it came to committing crimes, sensitivity was never a good thing.
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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:52 am

"Okay..." Kougu murmured in response, lowering his head and staring at the ground, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. He stood thus for a moment, completely motionless save for the flapping of the end of his thin white T-shirt sticking out from under his hoodie, the only item on him that was still able to show any motion in the intense degree of saturation brought about by the bucketing rain. He folded his long fingers into a steeple, then tapped the pale tips of his forefingers together, watching the rhythmic action thoughtfully. It was an old concentration habit of his, one his body tended to initiate automatically when he was trying to calculate or plan something. Finally, he dropped his hands to his sides again and raised his head, pleased to find that when his eyes met Charlie's, he felt no malicious desire to harm her, as he had feared. He was calm, at least for now, though he knew he was tottering around on the edge of his temper, and the slightest thing could cause him to fall over to the other side and lose control completely. If that happened... No, it could not happen. Some determination flickered through Kougu's expression, but he would not allow it to linger. He was not allowed to show expression... That was not what a tool was for. Ignoring the bitterness that engulfed him at this thought, Kougu turned his attention back to Charlie. His lips parted, and he began his retaliation, "I understand your thinking... That makes perfect sense. In ordinary circumstances I would agree with you, but this situation could get nasty very easily... No, you must have the gun, else there's no point in me going with you, and as I said before, I am going. Please don't underestimate the gravity of the risk you are putting yourself at by associating with the likes of me... Safety is of the utmost importance." Kougu's tone was firm, and left no room for argument, yet he managed a slight smile to soften his harsh words before he walked past her and headed back toward the house. "You get going - I'll catch up in..." Kougu paused suddenly, coming to a standstill and frowning thoughtfully as raindrops bounced of his slick, saturated hair. "...About 56,5 seconds." He concluded, breaking into a pace somewhere between a jog and a sprint as he headed back to the house. With uncharacteristic awareness, he came to a standstill as he reached the door, and twisted the handle to open it, instead of running straight into it as he ordinarily would have done. He dashed through the spotless house, leaving puddles of water and mud with every step he took. He found the gun on he table beside the sofa and immediately snatched it up. As he did, a flash of colour caught his eye. He turned his head to see what it was, the gun forgotten completely and grasped loosely in his fingers. It fell from his slack grasp as his eyes came to rest on the Benitoite gem, a glittering array of colour and reflection. As the cold metal of the gun struck the tiled floor, it let off a thunderous 'Bang', a rubber bullet flying from it and blasting a small hole in the opposite wall. Paint was blasted away, and the surface of the bricks crumbled slightly, leaving a tiny pile of rubble littering the floor. Kougu did not even flinch. He had not even heard it, so absorbed was he in staring at the gem. It enchanted him, instantly activating his imagination and dragging him into a world of endless colour and shine, where everything was bright and innocent. He caught his breath in awe at the air of mystery, and the sheer beauty of the place, and completely forgot to release it again as he delved deeper into a world of fantasy, completely forgetting to fight the blissful escape from reality, as all urgency was released from his mind. He stood motionless; dripping onto the tiled floor as he just stared and stared, unaware of the passing of time.

Finally, Kougu was jerked out of his reverie as he felt his consciousness ebbing away from him as suffocation took its toll. He gasped, dragging a long, shuddering breath into his lungs, and collapsed against the sofa, clutching it for support as he gasped sweet, life-giving air into his lungs. What sort of a fool was he to almost suffocate himself staring at a rock... Kougu shook his head at his own stupidity, then snatched up the gleaming gem and stalked off to his bedroom. He lifted a small Japanese puzzle box from his bedside table. Grasping it in his hands, his fingers began to fly, sliding the tiny wooden panels with expert speed and skill. After a few brief seconds, it slicked open. Kougu gazed fondly at the box for a moment, forgetting about the gem in his hand altogether. The little, intricately formed box was a gift from his mother. When she and his father had toured Japan, she had found it in an antique store. It was a rare model, requiring over 100 steps to open it, as opposed to the usual 10 or 15. Such boxes were hard to come by, as only the most learned, dedicated and skilled craftsmen could create such a masterpiece, and the majority of them had long since passed on. The box had originally been a gift for his father, whose high IQ had always caused him to enjoy such challenges, but he had been unable to solve it, and had eventually given up. By the time Kougu was born, his father had forgotten about the box completely, and so as soon as he was able to understand and use logic, his mother had given it to him. He had solved it in a matter of minutes, but he would never forget the joy it had brought him... Kougu ran his fingers over the box for a moment, then jerked himself out of his thoughts and lifted the gem. He placed it carefully into the box, letting his dark eyes linger on its gleaming surface. A sigh of awe escaped his lips as he stared, entranced, at it, then he set his jaw and snapped the box shut, quickly mixing up the little wooden slides so that it would be challenging to solve. It wouldn't exactly keep the gem safe, as a hammer could easily smash it, but at least it would be safer than leaving it lying on the sofa. Kougu frowned at the little box for a moment, then started as he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He dashed back to the door, skidding around the corners, then skidded to a halt as he reached it and wheeled around to dash back in the opposite direction. He slipped in the puddle he had left in the lounge, and found himself sprawled on the floor, the rough fibres of the rug covering the tiled floor pressing into his cheek. He grumbled to himself and began to get up, then noticed the gun lying on the floor beside him. His expression brightened slightly and he snatched it into his hand, then leaped to his feet and dashed out of the door again, slamming it shut behind him before darting back up the road toward where he had left Charlie. At least 5 minutes must have passed since he left her... Perhaps 10 or more. His estimate of 56 seconds hadn't been all that accurate after all... His father would be most disappointed in him... Kougu shook the foolish thoughts free of his mind and concentrated his efforts on redoubling his pace, squinting through the sheeting rain to try make out where Charlie was.
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Post  Dreambug on Mon Jul 26, 2010 11:47 am

I guess I could have argued with him, but I was partly still in shock from how calm his voice had been when he'd spoken to me just a moment or so ago. It fascinated me how he could be so...so emotionless all the time, and barely ever show in his face what he was honestly thinking, or even at all. How did he do it? I knew I definitely wasn't able to look at someone and not actually show any emotion or what I thought of them. Just thinking about it made me uncomfortable. I looked up at him, my brow creased in pure uncertainty. Oh look! I'd shown more emotion. I listened intently for a moment at his words, wondering what on earth he meant when he said that I shouldn't 'underestimate the gravity of the risk'. What, was he planning on attacking me on the street? Was he intending on killing me before we even arrived at my house? Of course not! Otherwise he wouldn't be giving me the gun in the first place...would he? No, now it was just getting down right painful. I was getting far too ahead of myself. I mean, I could hardly imagine Kougu sticking a gun up at me anyway, but I'd learned earlier appearances could easily be deceptive. Very easily deceptive. But surely he wouldn't hurt me...? He'd been so nice until now, be couldn't possibly try and hurt me without a warning first. That would just be insanely weird. Although...thinking about it, he wasn't exactly a norm, was he? Now that was mean of me to think such things, but it was partly true. I'd met some pretty odd people in my sixteen years, but he had to be the strangest boy I'd ever actually met. He was odd, but not scary odd or freaky odd. Beautiful odd. Was that the tiredness calling? Or the hunger? The thirst? Nope, I must have really meant it. He never ceased to amaze me, and that was something not many people could do. Really, I hadn't smiled like I had with him for...well, a while. It was his personality and Independence that did it. Finally someone different! I nodded obediently, looking up at the huge black rain clouds above my head with a slight scowl. I wasn't quite as distraught as I was previously, I was feeling much better. So it could stop raining...Yeah, I could keep dreaming. Not even the weather was on my side today. With a tiny huff I slowly began on around the corner, stuffing my hands in my large hoodie pockets, not that it made much of a difference either way. My clothes were now soaked inside and out, almost enough to make them see-through, therefore the chances I was going to get home bone dry were near to impossible. That is, unless the clouds disappeared and the sun came out...? I looked back up at the sky with a speck of hope shining in my glassy forest eyes. I was met with an extra large splash of rain, trickling down my skin and all over my body, causing me to shudder. My face fell. Still no luck. I hated rain, to be honest. Any cold, wet thing just didn't appeal that much to me. Not that I'd been able to hide from it, especially when I was out on the streets. Once thing I knew for certain, rain was the worst kind of weather for sleeping in. I shivered at the memory and slowly carried on walking, wondering what was taking Kougu so long. Surely his estimated 56.5 seconds were up now? I frowned thoughtfully for a moment, debating on whether or not to go back for him. He might have fallen or something, he might have hurt himself. Then again, he might have just started daydreaming again. After all, he was capable of doing so for a good twenty minutes until he actually properly came around. My feet automatically shuffled to a stop. Perhaps I should wait for him, I thought to myself and turned back to face the house, now around the size of a tennis ball from where I was stood. How long had I been walking for? At least a couple of minutes. I let out a tiny sigh, gazing around the quiet neighbourhood and leant back on a dry patch of wall that sat sheltered from the pouring rain, with any hope that it might keep me dry from any more bucketfuls that may so happen to fall right on my face. It seemed to be working, and I felt my body relax slightly. At least no one was here, it seemed. I rose my foot to the wall behind me, my gaze dropping to the puddles on the cobbled road beneath me. The dull grey and muddy brown mix with the wet finish seemed oddly interesting to look at when I was as bored as I was at that moment. I smiled to myself, tracing the outline of the bricks with the tip of my trainer, scraping off the moss that hid within the tiny cracks made my the stones making up the road. Mud scattered over the ground, quickly soaked with the rain water calming to a steady pitter-patter onto the hard floor. It was then when I felt like a little girl again, playing out in the street with my friends. We'd run around and laugh, get up on our little pink bikes, levelled out at the back with the bonnie white stabiliser wheels. I loved that little bike. I used to ride it around these streets all the time, chase Rachel and Jess down the street, laugh at each other, giggle excitedly, make jokes... I'll never forget the day I found it front first in the garbage bin. I inhaled deeply, looking back up at the house to see Kougu appear from out the door. My lips curved into a tiny smile, ad I began towards him, completely forgetting about the rain pouring all over my already soaked clothes, and quickened into a tiny jog. I couldn't be bothered to wait for him to come to me. I stopped just outside his gate, my eyebrows raised amusedly. “The longest 56.5 seconds I've ever waited” I mused, my eyes sparkling. At least he was out now. I hadn't had to barge the door down, find him face flat on the floor and revive him or whatever. My first aid skills never had been all that great. “You didn't shoot yourself, did you? I thought I heard something in there, but I was so far away it could have been anything” I brushed a strand of hair plastered to my forehead away from my eyes. I had thought I'd heard something, but knowing me, I could have imagined it. I did tend to do that pretty often.
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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Mon Jul 26, 2010 1:17 pm

Kougu skidded to a standstill as his dark eyes detected the form of a familiar figure jogging toward him. His expression brightened slightly and he broke into a jog again, his long legs carrying him effortlessly over the ground to meet her. Had he ever been given the opportunity, Kougu might have been a talented athlete, what with his frail build and long strides, but as it was, he had never had the luxury to experience such normalities... Kougu's pace slackened until he was standing still again, a dazed expression plastered to his face as surely as his wet hair was plastered to his head.

Hearing a grunting snore from somewhere above his head, Kougu let one dark eye flicker open. He peered up at the ceiling, knowing that the wooden boards were hiding from sight that upstairs room, his father's study, where the man had fallen asleep yet again. Kougu smiled slightly at the thought, an expression of gentle fondness crossing his face. Of course, if his father saw him wearing that expression he would probably get a beating, but he still could not help but admire the man... He worked so hard to achieve his noble goals, staying locked up in that mysterious room into the early hours of the morning, then falling asleep there and having to drag himself down for breakfast when his wife knocked on the door to awaken him. Yet still, despite how busy he was, he always found time for his son's training. Kougu's smile widened at this thought, exposing little white teeth with a few gaps in between from where some had fallen out. He was forever failing his father, never managing to make him proud, yet still the man persevered, and Kougu was determined that, one day, he should please him. Kougu took a deep breath, then flipped off his duvet and crept quietly out of bed. His characteristically messy nest of dark hair stuck up in every direction, mussed by the pillow. His feet were bare, and he wore a lightweight white pyjama suit with royal blue stripes, which was just a little too big for him, though his mother had promised that he would grow into it. He hadn't been allowed to leave the house and go with her to the shops to choose it, which was probably why it was a little large, but he loved wearing it all the same. His pale cheeks flushed with happiness at the thought of his family, and Kougu tiptoed tentatively to the door. He stared up at the glowing luminous dials of the digital combination lock, and glanced around guiltily before typing in the code that he had sneakily figured out the day before. Kougu winced as a loud 'beep' sliced the silence, but smiled again as the door swung open. He pushed lightly on it with his delicate fingers, leaving it ajar, then crept quietly down the passageway. As he neared the front door, he grabbed a book from the shelves on his right - the only one that was not complex, scientific and educational. "Hansel and Gretel." He grasped the heavy, leather-bound volume in his tiny hands, then stepped over to the room opposite him. There were no locks or chains on the door, just a simple handle. He turned it and the door swung open, casting a ray of moonlight over the cot in the center. The second the hinges creaked, the child was sitting bolt upright, staring expectantly into the doorway. When she was her brother, her tiny pink lips emitted a delighted squeal, and a birdsong of gurgling giggles escaped her cheerful mouth. Kougu smiled and tottered over to the cot, then perched himself on the edge of it. He took a tiny torch out of his pocket and switched it on, letting the beam of light illuminate the ancient, crisp pages of "Hansel and Gretel". His dark eyes scanned the lines and his lips parted to release a soothing monotone as he slowly read the story out loud to his baby sister. He spoke in a hushed whisper, but there was a fond gentility in his tone that pleased the little girl more than anything. Though she did not understand the words of the story, she loved to hear her brother read to her. And so Kougu went on, telling of how The children had walked far off into the forest, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind...

Kougu smiled slightly at the fond memory, but his smile slipped as he recalled what had happened next. His father had caught him, and the man had not been pleased... Kougu had not returned to read to his sister ever again after that incident, and her pitiful, wailing sobs of utter misery had kept him awake for so many nights that he could still hear their echoes in his mind... His little sister... He wondered vaguely what she would have been like, had she been given the chance to grow up. Would she have been like Charlie? Like him? Like his mother...? She would not have been like his father. Right from the start, she was just too innocent... That was why- But no, he couldn't think of that. Kougu released a sad sigh, then turned to face Charlie, forcing a smile as he became aware of the fact that she was speaking. Yet still, his ears refused to hear her words. He was thinking again... What if his sister had met Charlie? Would they have been friends? If they had been, would either of them have spared a thought for him ever again...? Or would he have been forgotten, just like when his sister had finally stopped crying... On the rare occasion that he had managed to visit her after that, she had not recognised him. He would have to speak to her for 10 minutes or more before she recognised his voice... Yet that night, when his mother had been screaming, she had recognised him right away... And she had trusted him. Trusted that gentle tone that she could remember, and trusted that with him there everything would be all right. Powerless to defend herself, she had relied on the fact that her beloved older brother would never let any harm befall her. Kougu felt emotion welling up in him at the memories, and found himself suddenly stiffening in sudden shock and fear as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of tears prickling at the back of his eyes. It felt most peculiar, almost unnatural, after having failed to experience it for so long... Apparently Charlie was rubbing off on him. He shuddered to think what his father would have to say about that... Kougu blinked briefly, leaving his face expressionless, then turned his attention back to Charlie. "What?" He asked distractedly, only half paying attention, then he forced himself to focus, and uncovered her words in his mind. "Oh, I just got distracted... And the I dropped the gun, and it went off, but there should still be more than enough bullets left, so you needn't worry." Kougu explained in an almost too pleasant tone, smiling warmly all the while. His thoughts were still distracted, for he always found he was unable to concentrate properly when his emotions were out of control. Only half thinking about his actions, Kougu pressed the gun into her palm, his cold, pale fingers brushing against the skin of her hand before drawing back and leaving the gun there. It took him a minute or more to register the contact, and when he did he stiffened slightly, almost jumping, and shoved his hands into his pockets, staring at the ground. "Well... We'd best be off then. Show me the way." Kougu mumbled, his tone somewhat distant, and his words far simpler than they ordinarily would have been. He just could not focus... He was too weak, and he had let memories of his childhood infiltrate his mind. Especially his sister, his little sister... He would never forget the shock, the pain, of that one moment when he had come around from his stupor to find her blood enclosing his pale hands in a crimson glove. That moment of knowing that he would never see her smile again, nor hear that innocent laugh... Knowing that she would never grow up to have a future... But worst of all, worst of all was the knowledge that, no matter how he looked at it, it was completely and utterly his fault. Kougu suddenly felt the strange prickling sensation behind his eyes again as he strode swiftly through the street, his bare feet slapping against the cold, wet tarmac. Suddenly, somewhere amongst the raindrops littering his face, Kougu felt a trickle of warmth. The single salty tear merged with the endless amounts of raindrops, and slid slowly to the ground, never to be detected. Yet Kougu knew that it had fallen, and knew also that it was the first of its kind ever to have escaped since that night... When he had vowed to himself that he did not deserve the comfort of crying... Yet now, he had been unable to resist. Being around Charlie, being exposed to her deep, powerful emotion for her family... It had influenced him more than he could ever believe possible. And now, finally, he would have the chance to save those precious bonds, the likes of which he had severed so many times. Determination hardened Kougu's soft expression and a slight eagerness brought a smile to his thin lips. He strode on with a new sense of purpose, glancing over at Charlie and waiting for her to lead the way. It felt good to sit back and follow for once... To follow by choice...
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Post  Dreambug on Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:56 pm

I became suddenly aware at how distracted he had become, as his expression had become almost distant as he'd seen me running towards him. I partly doubted I'd reminded him of someone, but he had that look on his face, that...that remembering look. What was he thinking? Oh, I would have given anything just to be given an extract of his thoughts just then, or just to take a peek inside his mind and see what he had gone through, what had made him into such an unpredictable character, a dark horse, an unbroken stallion let loose in the pen. They could do anything, if given the chance. Attack, destroy, go completely insane. But we weren't in a pen. No, now we were out in the open. Now we were alone, and he was free to attack me if he so pleased. Then my eyes dragged down to the gun he'd thrust in my hand. At least I had something to protect me. But did he really think I was going to use it? Did he really think I had the courage to actually point that think at him and willingly pull the trigger, knowing it could hurt him, if not send him unconscious? Did I seriously think I could use it? I shook my head gravely, searching frantically over my body for a place to hide it. It was far too big for my jean pocket, it would end up sticking out anyway. If I kept it in my hand it would be too obvious. The only other place left was my hoodie pocket, and then it would just bulge out of the material and make me either look fat, or completely demented, as if I'd swallowed a huge spikey ball or something. Yeah, because [ithat[/i] wouldn't be abvious, at all. I paused in my spot, my lips pulling thoughtfully to one side of my face and my brow wrinkled deeply in concentration. I could slip it in my back pocket and hide the top under my jumper? The room in there was definitely big enough, but the rain would make it stick, then tit would be even more obvious. Why did it have to be raining? I grumbled comments under my breath, turning to Kougu helplessly. I couldn't hide it. There was no where to...

A warm light suddenly grew upon my face and I looked up, confused. Where was that coming from? Then the wetness trickling down my shoulders stopped, and it took me a few moments to realise that it was no longer raining. A smile grew on my lips. So the weather was on my side after all! Now all I had to do was wait for my jumper to dry, which shouldn't have taken much time, although it depended on how warm the sunlight would become in a short amount of time. I shrugged to myself, reaching to the back pocket of my jeans and slipping the gun into the slot front-first. I just had to be careful not to sit on it, or pull the trigger. Then, not only would I have an annoying hole in my jeans, I would also have a hell of a lot of explaining to do to several police officers that wouldn't be too far from where we were then. It wouldn't take long to get home, as it was already on that area Kougu lived on, but I guessed it would take a bit of extra time due to the busy road we would have to cross, then the secret alleyways we'd have to go down in order to insure we wouldn't have any unwanted visitors stalking us wherever we went. I pulled my jumper over the rest of the gun, and I found my smile broadening. Already my jumper was drying, so with any luck I'd have no problem hiding it from the police when we arrived there...that is, unless we were searched... No...don't think about it I thought to myself, scrunching my eyes closed for a moment in attempt to erase the thought from my brain. I didn't need second thoughts right then. My lips curved back into their original smile and I turned over to kougu, expecting somewhat of a response back. But he still had that face again, and his eyes seemed to have glassed over. Was he...crying? No... No, surely I must have imagined it. He barely ever showed more than a smile towards me, so he couldn't be actually crying as such... but he was blinking, excessively. But after he had done so, they had gone. Had I imagined it? By his expression, I must have done. He didn't look like anyone who was on the merge of tears...well, he didn't any more. But he might have done earlier, if I hadn't been so deep in thought. Grrr! Why did I have to be so...so day-dreamy all the time? It hadn't got me anywhere other than teaching me to be ignorant. It had been no help for our friend here, so I as going to have to get over it and snap back to reality. I looked at him, properly now, and to my surprise he was smiling. Actually smiling. I should have been relieved, glad that he had got over whatever he was grieving about. But I wasn't. I was curious. Curiosity was clawign at my brain once again, and at the worst of times, too. But I wasn't going to let this one drop. At least, not yet. “Hey, you alright? You looked...I don't know. You just kinda...” Oh, just shut up now. Why couldn't I just leave him alone? He obviously didn't want to talk about it. But I could try approaching it at another angle. I could ask him about something else, so at least I'd have achieved something. I took a deep breath, letting my eyes slip closed. I had to chose my words carefully. Think...Charlie, think... “Where're you from?” Well, it was a start. Much more casual and off the subject of what he'd been thinking about...hopefully. I looked up at him curiously, almost looking forward to his answer. “I mean, you look and you sound like you're from round here. But Kougu...it sounds like it's from a different place, perhaps a whole different language. It's definitely not English. What does it mean? I know Charlotte is French, although it doesn't sound it. It mean small, bonnie, or 'feminine'. Like Charles means 'masculine'. Well, it's hoped I am feminine, I am a girl after all...” my words suddenly dribbled to a halt, and my mouth snapped shut. I'd spoken too much, far to much. Enough to make him nervous, surely. Damn... And I'd been intending to calm him down. I'd really have to practice being in his company, as all this poor reacting was doing me in, and it always seemed to get the wrong thing out of Kougu, if not frustrate, panic, or annoy him. He hardly showed it, but I could tell what he was thinking...sometimes, anyway. But actually acting the right way..I was really bad at it. My gaze slipped to the ground uncomfortably and I nibbled gently against my lip. Bang went that idea.
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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:11 am

As Charlie's question reached his ears, Kougu glanced at her in vague surprise, a confused frown crossing his face. She had noticed...? He hadn't thought that was possible at all... Well, obviously she was more observant than he thought... And perhaps he had been so deeply lost in him memories that he had not noticed just how much expression he had been showing. He had shed a tear after all... How absurd. For him, of all people... But no, that really did not matter now, not in the slightest. Charlie... She was speaking again. What was she saying? Damn, he hadn't been listening again, and now she was in such a flow of words that he could barely put 2 and 2 together. His concerned frown deepened into one of concentration, and suddenly her words became clear. He listened attentively while she babbled on endlessly, and soon felt his lips twitching into an amused smile. Was she that nervous of him...? Well, he supposed she ought to be, but to see her like that was still undeniably amusing. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as she finished speaking, and his expression remained perfectly calm and relaxed when he answered her. "I have been here all my life, living in that same old house. You are right about my name, though. My parents took a trip to Japan shortly before I was born, and so I was named 'Kougu'..." He broke off with a vague shrug, evading the request to know the meaning of his name. That would surely lead to awkward questions, and he knew better than anybody that he was the world's worst liar. Kougu thought back to the rest of her speech, then continued his own. "Charlotte... Feminine... It's a good name." Kougu stated sincerely, smiling pleasantly at her. "You remind me of my sister... I wonder if she-" He broke off suddenly, realizing that he was speaking his thoughts out loud. "Never mind. Come on, Miss Feminine, we have a rescue mission to get to." He gave a cheerful wink, his eyes surrounded by the deep, dark lines of over a decade of insomnia. The way they sunk into his skull at times gave Kougu’s face an almost skeletal quality, yet in some strange way, with his dark, messy hair falling casually over his face, it seemed to suit him. He turned away suddenly and burst into a jog, his bare feet sending up droplets of water from the deep puddles in the road as his soles slapped down into the water, causing the droplets to soar like diamonds through the air before becoming lost in the endless expanses of water the moment they struck earth again. They were given but one moment to shine… After that, all they could do was merge with the rest of the water until they all evaporated, leaving behind no trace of that one moment of sparkling beauty when the first few rays of watery sunlight had transformed them into something magical. Kougu pressed on faster as he felt the last whispers of wind tugging at his hair. It had begun to dry off now, and he enjoyed the feeling that the sheer speed of his dash sent pumping into his blood. Perhaps it was the result of having been contained all those years, he was not sure, but what he was sure of was a sudden pulsing pain in his side. He slowed to a sedate walk and doubled over, clutching the stitch in his side and grumbling miserably. It felt as though a blade had been pressed between his ribs, and jigged up and down. He was unfit, completely and utterly unfit, yet it made perfect sense when one was to consider just how little space he’d had to move around in throughout his life. Kougu sighed and straightened, glancing around at his surroundings. He was near the end of the street now – further than he would ordinarily have ventured without a very convincing reason. The sunlight streamed down in bright, golden rays from the holes in the clouds. It was as though somebody had dropped acid on a big mass of cotton wool, and it was gradually eating its way through, leaving big gaping holes in its wake that allowed the rays of light to pass through and ignite the atmosphere. It was difficult to remember just how desperate the situation was in such bright, hopeful weather… Just as it had been easy to forget the hardships of life when staring into his little sister’s bright, hopeful eyes. Kougu felt his fists clench, and instantly his cheerful mood faded, replaced by a grim acceptance of what had happened, coated by thick, guilty remorse and more regret than his heart could hold. His sister, his little sister… He did not even remember her name. There were times when he longed to forget his own… Yet it stuck with him, just like his father’s… The names that made his blood boil, just to think of them.
Kougu glanced back over his shoulder, wondering if Charlie had managed to catch up to him yet. As he saw her, he heard her words replaying in his mind like the echoes of a record long forgotten. She had asked if he was all right… That concerned him. He was disappointed in himself for having shown such a level of emotion that she had actually worried about him… After all these years, he was still a failure. After all these years, he still hadn’t got it right… It was no wonder his father had never been proud of him. What use was an emotional tool? It would be like having a gun that could have a change of heart and decide not to shoot at the last moment, or a knife that would break down in tears if you clutched it too hard. There was a good reason why tools did not have emotion, choices, or personality… If they did, how could the user tolerate the guilt…? Then there was the other thing she’d said… Asking where he was from, what his name meant… It was a good thing he hadn’t told her… He couldn’t imagine somebody like her accepting information like that without question. After all, even to somebody as messed up as him, it is a telltale sign that something is not right when his father calls his firstborn son ‘a tool’. Yet that was what he was… It was why he had been created and why he was what he was. It sickened him, yet what power had he to rebel? A name was a powerful thing… ‘Charlie’ Feminine… Well, that she was, yet not in the same way as those girls who pranced around the Television screen in their tight tank tops and mini skirts, swinging their hips and pouting their lips… He had never understood it. Why did they do it? Was that supposed to make them seem more attractive? Kougu did not understand it… After all, until you knew what somebody was truly like, how could you find them attractive? Then again, he remembered all too well the admiration he’d had for his father. He had all but worshipped the man, blissfully ignorant and blind of what he was capable of… Until it was too late. But Charlie- Yes, Charlie… What had she said? Something about names… No, wait, he had already thought that through. Charles being masculine… Maybe it was. He had never met a ‘Charles’… Kougu shrugged off his thoughts, pleased to find his mind calm as he turned his dark eyes to search for Charlie again. Was she coming? Which way were they to go…? What would they find when they got there? His mind was simply full of questions… Yet without any answers, everything was just a haze.
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Post  Dreambug on Wed Jul 28, 2010 12:57 pm

Ah, so he'd noticed my nerves then? Somehow, that wasn't making me feel much better. I didn't know why I had been nervous, as it wasn't the fact that he was capable of killing me at any moment without warning. Although, that probably would have made sense. But I had stuck by the fact I could run now and I wasn't planning on letting that slip now, especially when we were out in the open. Plus, we were much closer to home than I had been since the early hours of morning, when I had been running from the police the first time I'd met Kougu. No, it wasn't his capabilities that made me nervous. So what was it, then? I dragged my eyes up to his, only to see him smiling amusedly back down at me. Oh great, so even he thought I'd made a fool of myself. He knew of my nerves now, and now that was going to ruin our whole relationship, if that was what it could be counted as. I'd spent all day trying to make something out of this, I couldn't let it slip from my fingers now. But when I saw the tiny sparkle in his eyes, the innocence – I might have imagined it, but I'm not sure – and the fact that he was finding it amusing that I was falling over myself for no particular reason. Blood flowed quickly to my cheeks as I lowered my head, trying to hide my slightly obvious embarrassment from my sudden outburst earlier. Well, at least he didn't freak out as I'd feared, so it could have been worse. I gave a tiny relieved smile at the thought, jumping in time to notice he had already gone on without me. Wow, he'd cheered up fast. I should have tried that method more often. I barely ever saw him smile like that, and it made me feel a warm tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach from knowing that I had made him better, and whatever thoughts were haunting his mind could at least wait a few more moments. I thought he at least deserved that, after whatever Hell-ish incidents he'd had to go through earlier in his life. I'd ask him about those later, perhaps, but now definitely wasn't the time. He'd just got over what had been troubling him before, and how long had that taken?
Then his words slowly began to digest in my mind, and a certain one stood out from the rest. Sister... He had been thinking out loud at that point, but he'd made that considerably clearl. He'd mentioned his sister, the first member of his family he didn't bitterly hate, like his father. My eyes brightened as I thought it through. He had a sister! I suddenly had an urge to wonder about her; what was she like? How old was she? Was she as...different as Kougu was? I listened intently to see whether he'd say any more on that subject, but he stopped himself. But why? Why was he hiding her from me? Disappointment clawed at my throat, suddenly making it dry and uncomfortable and forcing me to swallow hard to bring the fluid back down my airway. Didn't he trust me? Is that why he was being so secretive about his past? I sighed, looking miserably down at my feet as I slowly followed after him. I'd finally thought i'd got somewhere with him, now I'd realised I'd been imagining it the whole way through. He didn't want me to know anything about him. Unless... Unless he just didn't want to remember. I definitely knew that feeling. His last comment just made me smile want to smile. Miss Feminine… Well, he had his own good moods, at least. Was that a speck of personality sneaking out into the open? I thought it was! My lips curved into a tiny grin, and I quickened my pace into a brisk jog to catch up with him. Wow, he had a good pace for a guy that didn't get out much. Something to do with his long legs and the fact that he was a good foot taller than me. I mean okay, I'm pretty small, another reason why my name suits me so well, but seriously?
After a few moments I'd managed to catch up with him, although only because he'd stopped running. If he'd continued, I'd probably have lost him after a few meters of - my version of - sprinting. Yet it was me who was the runner. How does that work? Panting slightly, I arrived back at his side, surprised to see he wasn't tired at all. Yes, because that wasn't going to put me down at all. Rolling my eyes at my own pathetic thinking, I straightened up, forcing my legs to calm back down to a casual walk. The atmosphere had become somewhat tense again, and I turned to see Kougu looking suddenly uncomfortable. What was he thinking about now? I just wished he would tell me what as wrong when I asked, as now the position I was in was becoming even more impossible and painful for me, and really for both of us. I felt aweful when he was hurting and I could do nothing about it. It made me feel like he didn't trust me. I inhaled, attempting to face the facts. Of course he didn't trust me, we'd only known each other for roughly24 hours. True friends - or acquaintances, whatever – had to know each other for far longer than that. But come one! If someone asks you what's wrong, you tell them. You don't just say it's nothing, when it's so ridiculously obvious that it is something and that it's torturing you because you're not telling anyone about it. You don't have to go into details, but surely it would make him feel better if he jut told me? I looked up at him for a moment, studying his features. I had to ease the mood, just like he'd done before. My face managed a smile as I looked away from him, tryign to keep my pace a similar speed as his long stride. It wasn't without difficulty. “You seem to have cheered up a bit, it's definitely good to see you smiling again. Miss Feminine?” I shook my head in amusement, my smile suddenly broadening. “Thanks for the compliment. I probably would have renamed myself by now, but since I can't find anything else that suits me, I've decided to stick with Charlie. Its much easier to remember” I shrugged lightly, deciding I was drifting off the subject a little. Okay so, back to him. “ Japanese? Interesting choice. Kougu...it sounds... It sounds interesting. I don't know what it means but it seems to suit you well” I said with a friendly smile, nodding in agreement with myself. Well, I wasn't exactly lying. He kind of looked like a Kougu, and it was an interesting choice. But what did it mean?

The sun was slowly rising on the horizon, lighting the sky with a rich golden glow. As if on cue, it reminded me that our time was running out. The night was over already? My eyes narrowed to block out the brightness of the glowing sun burning the skin on my face and my lips pulled into an anxious wince. As soon as the day began they would be sending my mother to a temporary prison cell and both me and Kougu would be in trouble. Kougu... Did he seriously think he could help me, help us? Did he realise how much trouble he could get in for disrupting Officer Samuels plans? I didn't know. But he was determined, which flattered me, kind of. I admired his determination, and the fact he could risk arrest for something stupid like verbally abusing a police officer. Sometimes, I didn't even know whether he even knew what he was doing. That worried me. If he was punished just for simply trying to help me, I had no idea what I'd do. Kouu was inocent, and I wanted him to stay that way.
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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:30 pm

Kougu burst out laughing at Charlie’s comment, clearly finding it extremely amusing for some reason known only to him. ”You seem to have cheered up a bit, it's definitely good to see you smiling again.” Well, that was a kicker… Kougu’s laughter finally trailed off into a chuckle and he shook his head in incredulous amusement, his dark hair sweeping lightly across his pale forehead, no longer held back by the weight of a thousand raindrops. It was light and fluffy now, blowing untidily in every direction and reflecting back the rays of watery sunlight in a disorganised pattern. Finally, Kougu’s chuckles subsided and he glanced over at Charlie again, “Of course, because I’m just always such a ray of sunshine, aren’t I?” He asked sarcastically, chuckling softly to himself again. Well, at least he was aware of his shortcomings, that was something. Of course, Charlie probably would not fully understand his reaction… In fact, likely as not, nobody but him ever could, but all the same… He knew he was not exactly the most cheerful person on earth, just as he was not the most sociable, though at least he kept his problems to himself for the most part, instead of piling them onto everybody else and letting them carry his burdens for him. As for the smile, even he had to admit that that was a new addition to his face by regards to recent times. But wait, did that mean… Yes… Yes, that made sense… It seemed that being around Charlie made him… Happy? Well that was strange, and rather unexpected, yet the more he considered it, the more he knew it to be true. He frowned thoughtfully at her, studying her with a distant expression, as he was so completely lost in thought. He did like her… She was rather accepting, for one thing, and… And… Actually, he didn’t know what else. Basically the only thing he ever encountered in people would be just how accepting they were of the weirdoes and freaks that lurked in the shadows of the globe. Well, she was extremely accepting, in any case… In fact, he felt himself warming to her more and more as time went by. He was seldom nervous in her presence any more, and he was even starting to loosen up a little and become more at ease, instead of tensing up and stressing about everything. Well, seeing as how she had basically fixed him, he supposed she was a better tool than he was… Perhaps they ought to change names, what with her fixing things and him becoming so emotional and depressed all the time, not to mention crying… How pathetic. Yet logical as it was, he decided not to propose it. Not only would it be rather odd, even by his standards, but he also doubted that ‘Charlotte’ would suit him very well. Plus, he never wanted to inflict the horror of his name on anybody, as it was probably infested by ill fortune already, having been attacked by karma for all of the things that he had done… The sins that he had committed…

Kougu suddenly jerked himself out of his thoughts, glancing over at Charlie again. Well, if she preferred him to be cheerful, he ought to make an effort… It couldn’t be much harder than showing no emotion at all, could it? Then again, showing false happiness might be closer to lying than hiding, and he had won his father’s ‘world’s worst liar’ award so many times that he still bore the scars. Even his mother had fondly agreed to that one the time she had caught him sneaking out of bed to read to his sister… He had broken eye contact, twiddled his thumbs, and mumbled nervously that he felt like mowing the lawn. He still remembered the sound of her laugh as she had scooped him into a hug and informed him that he should just always be honest, because he was the worst liar the world had ever seen. She had taught him to value honesty as much as he did, and it was just as well… Lies never brought anything but pain. Pain, suffering, and broken hearts. How could you ever trust somebody if you didn’t know if what they were saying was true…? Kougu sighed, then jerked slightly as Charlie’s voice hit his ears. ”Thanks for the compliment. I probably would have renamed myself by now, but since I can't find anything else that suits me, I've decided to stick with Charlie. Its much easier to remember.” She trailed off then, and gave a small shrug before going on, “ Japanese? Interesting choice. Kougu...it sounds... It sounds interesting. I don't know what it means but it seems to suit you well.” Kougu felt his jaw stiffen slightly at her words, yet he managed to keep the hatred at bay with the knowledge that Charlie would probably rather not see it. His name suited him… Well, it certainly did that. “You’ve no idea…” He muttered bitterly in response, his voice low and quiet, speaking mostly to himself. He paused to think for a moment. She clearly wanted to know the meaning of his name… Really wanted to know. Even he could pick up the not-so-subtle hints she was dropping, and he was as delayed as he was unsociably. A hell of a lot. Well, he supposed it couldn’t do much harm… How bad could it be? If she wanted to know so badly, she would find out at some stage anyway. Chances are, it would sound less suspicious if he just told her now. “Kougu means tool in Japanese. It wasn’t exactly the word that my parents were looking for, but it was the only one they could pronounce of their list of choices, so I guess I’m stuck with it.” Kougu replied, shrugging vaguely and even managing a slight smile. “As for changing your name… I’m glad you decided not to. It is an extraordinarily easy name to remember. "In fact, usually I’d have forgotten a person’s name a minimum of 5 times by now, yet yours I seem to remember…”, He lapsed into thoughtful silence, frowning in concentration, then shrugged it off and glanced toward Charlie with a pleasant smile, only to have it flicker and die on his lips as he noticed her distraction. He raised his head and followed her gaze, his expression instantly sobering into seriousness as he noticed how short of time they were becoming. He quickened his pace slightly, hoping that they were near enough to Charlie’s house to make it in time… If he could just get there, the police ought to listen to him. If they wouldn’t… Well, it could be easily arranged that he could be used as a long-term distraction while Charlie and her mother fled and went into hiding. While on their side, he was the police’s greatest asset. When against them, he was their most revered criminal, and had to be destroyed at all costs. He had bounced from one to the other many a time in the past… He supposed it would all depend on which policemen were there, and just how much they knew about him… And his father’s agency.
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Post  Dreambug on Thu Jul 29, 2010 3:07 pm

Well okay, perhaps I had cheered him up...almost a bit too much. He was laughing, a lot. Wait, why was he laughing? Okay, a chuckle was fine, but I wasn't trying to amuse him... Oh, who cares? He was smiling, more than smiling, he was laughing. So evidently, I had cheered him up. Whether I'd intended to or not. My smile went lob-sided, and I stared at him in amusement, an a speck of confusion. “What? I'm serious!” Although now it seemed I was giggling with him, even thought I still didn't know what we were both laughing at. Oh well. He spoke again, his words re powered by a surprising spark of sarcasm, bringing me off track slightly. I was beginning to feel we weren't on the same page any more. Was he angry with me? No, he was definitely amused, as I'd have been able to tell if he was infuriated, his eyes would have shadowed over, and, knowing him,he would probably start shaking just to fight off the urge to wrap his hands around my neck and squeeze out whatever oxygen I had left inside me. I'd know that, I'd seen it. He would probably look like he did the morning before when I'd made him panic and kill the policeman. Wait, so did that mean it was my fault he'd tried to kill that man that had been ready to chase us near the museum? Of course it wasn't... Kougu had just jumped a little and, ya know, stabbed him a few times with a knife I hadn't even realised was there. But it had all been because I had alarmed him from panicking myself. So it was my fault? The thought worried me. I mean, I didn't want him to chase us, but in the end he was only one man. We could have easily outrun him, if we'd been given the chance. Yet because of me Kougu had gone into the crowd, right up to the man and stabbed him, right in front of everyone. Because of me... The exact reason why I had the gun with me. I didn't exactly agree with being the one with the weapon, but what choice did I have? Even after standing by my decision to run if anything happened, I had to admit the boy had a point. I probably had no chance of surviving against him and his...abilities. Even if I ran. He had legs like a giraffe, that one. He'd have outrun me after only around three or four strides. Was I really that slow?

I jerked out of my thoughts when I sensed the sudden change of atmosphere as he began to speak. What were we talking about, again? Oh yes, names. I listened intently to what he had to say, then I felt my mouth suddenly drop open in horror. They'd really called him a tool? Was that purposefully, or because it sounded good? All that meant nothing, though, if the name meant something so cruel as that. A tool... A person, or victim, manipulated by another for the latter's own end (Oh yes, I'm sad. I looked it up Cool ). Something you used for your own personal game. Of course it could have been an accident, but who on earth would name their child something without knowing what it's true meaning was? And if it was purposefully, who on earth would be so cruel as to call their very own son a tool? I quickly snapped my mouth closed, noticing with a blush that it had been open the whole time I'd been thinking. “Oh...” I started, although I just couldn't find the appropriate words to say in response to something like that. What could I possibly say that wouldn't offend him, or his family? Then a thought flashed in my brain. I'd said the name suits him... I'm such a moron! Why didn't I think before I opened my big mouth? I'd probably have smacked myself if I wasn't stood right in front of him, otherwise he might have felt guilty for...well, for making me feel guilty. I was becoming way too anxious about his feelings, but I couldn't help it. Whether I chose to accept it or not, he could snap at any moment without warning. I just didn't want it to be from anything I'd said. I just wouldn't be able to live with myself afterwards from the guilt, if he hadn't killed me already. I opened my mouth once again, deciding I had to say something to kill the dreadful silence. I was aweful with silences. “Well, okay. Forget I just said that then. But it's...it's a nice name, minus the meaning.It's probably the only Japanese word I'd be able to pronounce, anyway ” I said with a nervous, partly forced smile. Oh God...this wasn't quite going how I'd planned. Although now I had a piece of the jigsaw, and some of it was beginning to make sense. Only 2 people could legally name him from birth, and they were his parents. His Mother and Father. If they knew what they were actually naming him, did that mean they were cruel to him? Or might it have just been his Father? Something wasn't making sense here. My face scrunched into a concentrated frown as I thought hard, perhaps too hard, about the little things he'd told me. His reaction back at the house when I'd mentioned his Father, the times he'd fallen to his knees in pain finding the dreaded memories he tried so desperately to forget. Something, some things had happened in his life that no one should ever have had to go through. Not me, not him, not anyone. I didn't need to know what they were to know they were there. Should I have asked him for more information? Nah, he'd gone through enough already for me to pester him more about his private life. But I was itching to know something, I could barely hold any of it in. Sick with curiosity, I opened my mouth to speak again, then I heard him begin again. Ah, he was complimenting me...again. I just wished he'd stop, as I wasn't used to getting so many from just one person. I was about to die from embarrassment if he carried on. Colour flooded to my cheeks as he finished, and I trailed my front teeth down to my bottom lip and nibbled on it shyly. “Thanks. I guess, simple's good...” I shrugged, looking down at the ground passing quicker and quicker by my feet. Kougu had sped up, I noticed, and I was finding it harder and harder to keep up with him. Not that I wanted to get home as quick as possible, for obvious reasons, but I'd just opened a new door to this boy's life – although I could hardly call him a boy, he was around two or three years older than me, for goodness' sake – and I couldn't just leave it now in fear that it would bang shut at any moment. I just didn't want to miss such an opportunity I may never have again. “Was it your father?” I blurted out, suddenly realising I'd mentioned the word 'Father' yet again. Oh great, now I couldn't cover that one up, I might as well just have kept going.”I mean, the 'tool' thing. Is that why you hate him so much?” I asked quietly, forcing back the questions threatening to rush from my lips. I'd keep it there for now, just so I could understand him a little more -and hope he wouldn't kill me - as it was easier said than done for him. Why was he so secretive all the time? Putting aside the fact that I tended to be nosy anyway, he was making me curious. The saying said that it killed the cat, or the Charlie, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to know more about him, as it felt the more I hung around him, the more I felt like I didn't know enough. Wasn't it meant to be the other way around?
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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Thu Jul 29, 2010 11:38 pm

Kougu chuckled softly at her reaction after he had told her the meaning of his name. Well, he could not say that it was entirely unexpected, but it was still rather amusing how nervous and stuttery it made her. "Relax, you think too much." Kougu informed her, his tone light and casual, which was somewhat rare for him. He shrugged and continued walking, his expression returning to seriousness once again as thoughts of his 'mission' fluttered through his mind. His footsteps tapped the ground in time with his heartbeat, and his senses were so alert that he was fully aware of everything around him. Opening his mind... Yet another thing that had been trained into him so hard that his body did it automatically, completely of its own accord. He heard Charlie's footsteps behind him, and considered slowing his pace to allow her to catch up, then decided against it. They needed to hurry now. "Was it your father?" The words slashed through Kougu's thoughts like a blade, and he froze instantly, his shoulders stiffening an his legs turning to stone. His father... That man... Kougu shuddered slightly with the attempts to control the complete and utter loathing that coursed through him, threatening to overwhelm him. He did not hate... It was not his way. He was a pacifist, and always would be, yet that was hardly the point he was getting across to Charlie when he seemed to lose his temper and start drowning in hatred at every second thing she said. Yes, there was only one thing on the face of the earth that could summon up such hatred in him, and that was his father. Kougu took a deep breath, struggling to calm himself, then realized that Charlie was speaking again. "...is that why you hate him so much?" The words echoed around Kougu's mind as he stood like a statue, his eyes naught but cold stone. Finally, he managed to fix a leash to his emotions, and when he answered her, neither his tone nor his expression gave anything away. "I have better reasons to hate him." Kougu stated simply, his tone a little darker than he had intended, and his voice still holding a slight tremor from the poorly contained repulsion he felt pumping through his veins. Gradually, Kougu’s anger melted away, and before he knew what he was doing, he was speaking. “My father, he- Well, I suppose I never quite lived up to his standards…”Kougu admitted, trailing off into silence for a moment, then hesitantly starting again. “He- No, what am I saying? It was me who did it. It was my fault, really… But had it not been for him, things might have been different. Scratch that. They would have been different. It was both of us in the end… Yet in a way that only made it all worse…” He sighed, trailing off into silence again. “Forget it, you needn’t hear of the pathetic problems of my childhood.” Kougu stated suddenly, his tone distant and detached once more. “The point is that we don’t get along, and as such I stay on my own, and keep far away from him. Unfortunately, that old saying of ‘out of sight, out of mind’ is the worst lie I’ve ever heard.” Kougu managed a bitter smile then, finding some small hint of amusement even in the dark topic. One thing was sure, he could never tell Charlie what his father had really done… He was already nearly trembling in shock from having revealed so much. Never before had he dared trust somebody to this extent… Was he a fool? Oh, what did it matter… It wasn’t as though he had anything left to lose. Not really… Still, that was enough speaking for him. Judging by her reactions to things as simple as his name, and that burn, if she heard what had really happened… What his father had done… She would not even believe him. She would not want to, and seeing as it seemed so unrealistic anyway, she would probably deny it. It was just as well he had checked himself before revealing too much… He still didn’t understand what had come over him. It was as though the words had just started spewing from his lips without his permission. Was this the power that Charlie held over him? Was it perhaps the result of being cooped up alone for so long? Maybe he was just going insane, or worse, sane. He didn’t know, and he didn’t understand. He was just glad that, this time, his temper had stayed calm. Thankfully that part of his mind that he so despised was quiet and motionless. Perhaps that was the reason… He was not naturally hot tempered anyway. In fact, his patience could outlast near anything, except when it came to his past… More specifically, his family.

Kougu suddenly became aware of the fact that he had sped up again, and was walking so fast he might as well have been jogging. He had been so completely and utterly lost in thought… He slowed his pace, flashing Charlie a sheepish grin, then paused and turned to glance at her. “Come on, we’re running late.” He informed her in a somewhat brusque tone, “Can you show me the way from here?” He asked, indicating the crossroads up ahead. He had no idea which way to know. In fact, he barely remembered which way he had come… His mind suddenly darted to the future again, and he was reminded of what lingered in store for him. Charlie’s mother… What would she be like? Now he thought about it, he really didn’t no much about her personal life, other than what he had assumed… Where was her father? What was her relationship with her family? Was she perhaps hiding the same secrets as he was? He doubted that, but all the same, she might have been going through something equally painful… To have had to steal, just to make ends meet… It was awful. He had always just had money… He wasn’t sure what it would be like without it. He supposed in a way she was like him… They had both been forced into crime, her to pacify her mother and him to grant his father’s wishes… Sure, it was different, but in a way it was the same as well… Kougu watched Charlie thoughtfully, then suddenly found himself speaking again, “Your mother… What is she like?” He asked interestedly, an innocent curiosity lighting up his face to the extent that one would not have been surprised to see his ears flick forward. “I mean, when we get her safety, how do you think this will affect her? Will she be all right? It can be quite a traumatic experience, especially if the policemen with her are a rough crowd…” Kougu slowly lapsed into silence, gnawing his lip nervously at the thought. “Perhaps we’d better hurry.” He added, suddenly feeling painful sympathy for this poor woman who he had never met, yet who was suffering due to his tardiness… In fact, she might not have suffered at all if he had not helped Charlie, but then again, often it hurt even more to see your loved ones in jeopardy than to experience the danger yourself. He knew that better than anybody… Unfortunately, sometimes there was only so much you could do. Choices had to be made, and for each one there would be one to suffer and one to prosper. It was simply the way life worked, if indeed he understood life at all… Sometimes he feared that he did not, at least not completely. Still, none of that mattered now. He had to focus! Kougu turned his attention to Charlie again, his expression somber and serious yet again. His attitude was cool and confident, and he was ready for action. He would solve this, and he would do it now.


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Post  Dreambug on Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:55 pm

Eyebrows raised, I turned my head towards him slowly, very slowly, and let my mouth drop open in shocked amusement. He'd said I thought too much? My lips parted suddenly as I let out a loud laugh, clearly amused at his reaction to what I'd said. Did he realise that he was the one who gave me that habit in the first place, if not let it evolve from something that was barely even there before? My jaw still dropped, I let my lips curve into a grin, revealing a set of almost pearly white teeth – although I didn't brush them as much as I should...there, guilty admission, although I had my excuses, to say, oh I don't know, I was out breaking the law every other day - although I did obediently as he said, and let myself relax. He was right, I was getting way too conscious about the whole thing. Although I could have kicked myself for mentioning his Father so...so senselessly, as it was obvious that it'd got to him. Why couldn't I think before I speak? Why couldn't I use my own common sense? Hesitantly, I forced my eyes back up to Kougu, suddenly realising that he was speaking. “I have better reasons to hate him” he'd said, and he sounded very sure about it. very sure. What was going on in his head? That's what I wanted to know. I wanted to know why he acted the way he did, why he had moments where he could scrap all the people he felt for and kill without a second thought, then snap back into the real world and realise to horror that he had a complete strangers' blood all over his hands. I wanted to know why he was so...twisted. No, that was the wrong word to describe him. He wasn't twisted...well, he was, but he wasn't murderously twisted...well, he was, but... Why was this so difficult? He was different. There. Different on so many levels it was unthinkable.

I'd realised with a jolt that he'd frozen in his spot, and it had shaken me. I shuffled to a stop beside him, waiting patiently for his to come around. He would do in his own time, and I knew if I so much as tried to revive him, I would get a hell of a shock. I listened next for his story, my expression surprisingly calm for what we were discussing, and not forgetting the fact I was due for arrest in roughly thirty to forty seconds. But I'd finally opened a new door for this boy, and I was oddly excited. He was telling me about his father...without attempting to kill me first! It sounded stupid, but for me, that was progress. I was on the bumpy road to true discovery after just over one day. So honestly, if I hadn't been in the position that I was, if my mother wasn't about to be thrown in to a prison cell if I didn't get home in time, I might have actually been happy. Properly happy, like I hadn't felt in a long time. He stopped half way through speaking, and I felt my face fall, just slightly. I was getting quite into that. Funny, how I hadn't completely got all the details to what he was talking about, yet I didn't even have to. His Father was an ass – and yes, I mean a donkey – and that was all I needed to know, although I knew better than to say it out loud. I'd got this far without being threatened, and I really wasn't intending on using that gun in my back pocket, if it was still even there... I trailed my hand to the back pocket of my dam skinny jeans, feeling around for the tiny revolver sticking out of my backside pocket. My fingers stopped at the cold, hard outline of the gun in my pocket and I let out a tiny sigh of relief. Even if I wasn't going to use it, dropping it would not do any good. Especially if someone found it, if the police found it... But it didn't matter, I had it with me. That was the main thing.

As he seemed to mentally wave off the conversation half way through, I let out a disappointed sigh, hopefully not as obvious as it seemed to me. I had got this far now to learning more about this boy, yet we were running out of time. Why did it have to be just when we were running against time to save my mother from arrest that I'd finally plucked up the courage to talk to him...properly? Talk about bad timing. Now the sun was becoming clearly obvious in the sky, I knew if we didn't get there soon, we'd be too late. Quickening my pace, I caught a glimpse of the sheepish grin he was flashing cheekily at me, and I soon found myself mirroring it back at him. Kougu...bless him. He was so much older than me, yet, he had such a sweet innocent face on him when he wasn't trying to kill me, or other people. Okay, it sounded corny, and just a bit weird, but that was Kougu. When he wasn't in his little stages, when he wasn't remembering or just plain irritating, he was kind of sweet. I liked sweet. I could work with sweet. At his next question, I nodded, looking forward to the cobbled road before us. “It's not too far now” I said informatively, gesturing to the almost empty road coming into view from behind the brick wall, darkened to a sickly black with the drying damp of the ghostly rain we had just ourselves recovered from. Standing directly under a surprisingly warm rising sun did come in useful after being drenched inside and out from uncontrollably pouring rain. “Across that road, just down the alleyway. There's a street that ends just on the other side, and my house is the one with the old yellow door” I said, grimacing as I said 'my house'. It was my house, I practically paid for most of it, but is was strange all the same. After all, I wasn't the only one who lived there, anyway. “if we run we'll get there in..” I raised my wrist, looking down at my imaginary watch. “...another minute or two” He was right, we seriously did need to get a move on. “Yeah, we'd better get going if we want to get there before...” I trailed off the sentence, deciding it was better not to end it with before the house gets trashed and my mother gets arrested , as it was just that little bit too hard to say out loud. Instead, I left it lingering in the air, and prepared for what my next answer would be. He asked me about my mother, so now, it was obviously my turn to answer the questions. I sighed, looking over to the short, yet surprisingly dark alleyway just beyond the quiet road, with a sign hanging my a single nail on one of the house walls, reading Cloverfield Drive. We were getting close enough for me to read it, so we obviously weren't too far off. It was such an innocent name, it was almost hard to believe it was the kind of place that if anyone went out on their own at night, their chances of arriving back in one piece were about 1 in 75. That was for the usual people anyway, being me, I'd learned how to fend for myself out there, as well as doing a few deals with passing gangs so they wouldn't slaughter me for something as stupid s bumping into them. I thought about his question for a moment, completely unsure of how to start it. What was my mother like? Well, she had very different sides to her, like Kougu in fact. But mostly those to sides were set either in the present or the past. Before the accident, and today, after the accident. How she was before, well, how would any happy young mother be? She always seemed to find the brighter side of life, even when my father was made redundant - which was more than once, several times, in fact – when I was caught failing my grades in school, when my brother came home one night battered and bruised from the bullies after school, even when we were in serious debt, she always seemed to find the brighter side of life.

It was then that I found myself walking down the small flight of stairs at 9 years of age, my bare feet brushing against the soft crème carpet as my mother called me into the sitting room one night before bed. My brother had been battered at the school gates one day after school and had come home, his face burning red and stained with the tear marks, dripping over a grazed mark on his cheek which seemed like it had only literally stopped bleeding. He was shaking, and his pants were ripped at the seam, something I realised later from him being dragged across the gravel by a few of his peers. It was ridiculous really, the fact that he'd only been in primary school for a year. He had been six at the time, and the look on his face when he came through the door, the fear, the defeated look in his eyes that made me want to smack those bullies' faces in for what they'd done to him. He'd said nothing to mum and dad, but being a mum, she's know n something was up. She hadn't said anything to him either, so instead she spoke to me.
“Charlie, love, you care about Alex, your brother. Yes?” She'd said calmly as I arrived at the doorway, slowly and tiredly making my way to the tattered sofa where she was sat. It stank of cigarettes, and some of the seams that should have been sewn, in order to keep the whole thing stable, had been ripped, letting out a small tuft of stuffing escape through a hole in one of the cushions. I kicked it back in, before sitting myself quietly next to her. It may have been old, and worn, and ripped in some places, but late at night, when I was that tired, it was surprisingly comfy. I looked up at my mother questioningly for a moment, unsure of what this was about. She studied me for a moment, her painted red lips curving into a sweet smile – you know the type, so sort that all mothers use when they want you to do something, but they know if they don't ask you nicely, or try some sort of pep talk on you you'll just turn you're back and say no – but surprisingly, this wasn't one of those times. It took me a moment but I soon realised what this was going to be about. Although hit seemed mother had already caught on before I'd even had the chance to speak.
“I know you do” she said sweetly, brushing a lock of hair that had fallen over my bonnie face back behind my ear. “You care about him very much. I can see that easily. Now, you're his big sister. And you see him at school more than me and you're father are able to. Now, Charlie. I'm going to ask you to do me this one favour, because I cannot do it myself all the time. I want you to look after him when he's at school. I want you to stick up for him, because my darling he's struggling to do so himself. He has friends, I know that. But he can't fend for himself without your help. You're his sister, Charlie. You need to protect him from the dangers he's being faced with at school.”
I looked up at her, my tired eyes wide with curiosity, and the fact that I was so shocked that she had asked me to do such a big thing at such a bad time. I was going to school the day after, and if I hadn't been awake enough I would have been in danger of not taking any of my mother's requests in. But I guessed there wasn't really a better time, as if Alex had been here. He would be dying with humiliation by now I doubted he would even be able to cope with the shame that his own sister, a girl, was going to stick up for him. The thought would probably have comforted any other 6 year old, but Alex? Not so much.
“But mummy, you know I have friends too. I can't be seen following my little brother all da-” She raised a hand in gesture for me to be quiet. I obeyed.
“I know, my dear. But if you don't look after him he's going to have a very unhappy time at big school, don't you think? Remember when you were younger, and that girl, Jennifer, was saying nasty things to you about me and your father?”
I nodded, looking down grimly. I remembered Jennifer. I Remembered her all too well.
“If your father and I hadn't come into school and told your Miss Dunkley about her she might still be saying things to you now.”
I sighed, deciding it was too late to argue with her. I slowly nodded understandably, and rose to my feet.
“So, do you promise you'll listen to me and look after your brother?” She asked, standing up beside me.
I nodded hesitantly, forcing myself to look at her. “Yes, mummy.”
She smiled, bringing her lips to my forehead gently and combed my hair once through with her fingers. “There's a good girl. Now come on, you have school tomorrow. You'd better get to bed. And I don't want to catch you with the telly on like last night. Understand? I want lights out by 9.00”
I nodded once, before silently heading upstairs to bed.

I promised myself I'd listen to her, as she'd given me such simple instructions I shouldn't have been able to break them. And yet I did. Right on the day of the accident. I hadn't protected him when I should have, and he paid the price. I guess I shouldn't have felt guilty for his death, but I couldn't help it. I should have been there for him. I should have listened to his cries whilst they could still escape his lips. But I didn't. Suddenly realising I still hadn't replied to his question, I shrugged lightly, pursing my lips for a moment. “What's she like? Honestly? I don't know. I don't know who she turned into after the accident. She'd changed. Completely. Talk about U-turn” I laughed, but it was completely bitter and humourless. “It's weird, after spending so many years being in the same house with her, the same room, I still don't know who she really is. We don't talk any more. When we do, we either end up arguing, or just stop talking right way through a conversation. I don't even know how she's going to cope after this, because the police will be after her, and me. I guess she could stay at some Travel Lodge for a bit, although I don't really trust her any more on her own. I...I really don't know” I shook my head, feeling my breath become suddenly jagged and uneven. I hadn't thought this through. I barely knew what was happening. It was my problem, yet it seemed it was Kougu that knew how it would go, and how it would end. I didn't even know where I was going to go after this was over. I couldn't leave Kougu, but I couldn't leave my mother on her own, either. I let out a long frustrated sigh. Why did I feel like this was such a waste of time?

(Oh dear, okay...I may have got a little excited with my typy mood... 0_0 Let's not try to beat this, because I really can't be bothered to keep up 2694 words Wink )
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Post  Rorah on Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:57 pm

((Okay, feel free to kick me out if you feel I'm butting in in any way...but....wow. You guys write LOADS O.O *faints* ))
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Post  Dreambug on Sun Aug 01, 2010 5:48 am

(Lol Rorah it's fine Wink that last post kind of scared me, since I usually find it hard to find something to write about. I started out writing up to 5 or 6 lines at the most, but thanks to Polokins awesomeness writing skills, I got much better, and sort of wrote a little over too much o_0 *shrugs* oh well Razz)
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(YA, Polo is Awesomeness to the max! I shall let you get on with your amazingness RP Now Very Happy *runs away*)
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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Sun Aug 01, 2010 8:12 am

((DREAMEH! *dies* You're amazing. Razz Great post! *nods and claps* Smile I did not beat it (Yay!) but I did work with what you gave me, so mine also ended up slightly longish... Razz I think we ought to revert to our 1200 goal though, not step it up to, like 2000, yeah? Wink That might be pushing it. Razz *dies* *glomps* Thanks so much for the awesome post my buddiekins. Smile

Rorahkins: *attacks* Wink Dreameh writes rather a lot, and that makes it very easy for me to keep up, because I have a lot to build off. Razz Hehe! We are just a tad crazy and competitive I think... Razz *pokes Rorah and Dreameh*))


Kougu nodded in understanding at her directions, and followed them in silent submission, his attention locked on her as she spoke, though still doing his best to follow the instructions accurately and briskly. She was right, they were cutting it awfully close, and that would hardy work to their favour, especially if he was to talk his way out of it. Negotiation was always a better policy than violence, at least in his opinion. He only hoped that his plan would work... And that nobody would be hurt in the process. He began gnawing on his lip nervously, then released it again as Charlie's words caught his attention. No, not her words, but her tone... The emotion in her voice... She seemed so... What was it? He could not even put a word to it. It was so... No, the truth was that there was something in her tone that made him feel such a powerful empathy that it struck him like a physical blow. 'The accident', what was that? How could it have changed her mother so much...? A 'U turn'...? Wow. Kougu's teeth clamped into his lip again as he struggled to distinguish between sympathy and empathy. He felt so utterly sorry for her, so guilty for making her relive this pain, and so sickened... Just so... Why had he said it? Why had he even asked? He should have known better, him of all people. Just what had been going through his head..? What... He had been reacting to the situation, that was what. He had been following the topic, and speaking simply to give himself something to do, not thinking it over carefully first. If that was the case... Who the hell was he? Because he certainly was not himself. He didn't cause pain. He didn't pry. He didn't feel curiosity... He didn't feel. He didn't- Wait, what was he thinking? It was time he got his act together, seriously. He had been far too messed up for far too long... Then again, maybe this was just the way he was? Kougu could feel his determination and confidence ebbing away rapidly with the tide of guilt washing through him as Charlie's words sliced him like a knife. He wished he'd never said anything, wished it desperately, for he knew that pain of having to spill out one's nightmares for the benefit of another. Some people needed it... But others? Others would rather take their secrets to the grave. He was one of those sorts and, seeing as Charlie had not mentioned anything of her own accord, he ought to have assumed that she was the same. How pathetic could he get...? He was a failure at anything social, in fact, he was not even sure why he bothered... He only made everything worse. Why did Charlie even put up with him...? He failed to comprehend. What if she didn't, really...? What if this was all some scam? Some false illusion of trust meant to lull him into a false sense of security so that he could be attacked when his defences were lowest... Some truth trap, leeching out his secrets so that they could be used against him in future... Why did he trust her, when all this could so easily be a lie, just like so many times before? Why did he persevere, even though he knew that the chances of all this being no more than a scheme for his demise were so incredibly high, it was barely worth considering otherwise? Then again, perhaps he was overthinking it... Overthinking everything. He was so confused, he barely even understood his own thoughts any more. It was all just too much, too soon, and he was starting to feel rather overwhelmed, sinking beneath a tide of things that he had never experienced before. So this was human society... This was what his life would have been, had he been born to a normal family... Something told him that he would not have lasted a day on the streets, had things been different. Yet strangely, that thought did not make him feel grateful. Quite the contrary. What was his problem? Why couldn't he focus? He needed these thoughts to leave him alone... His head was throbbing again now, pulsing violently, and it was all he could do to keep himself from slamming his fist relentlessly against it in complete frustration. Everything he was doing was so unlike him... He needed to get away. Get back to what he knew, far, far away from all this... For a moment he was scared he would actually turn and run all the way back home, but something stopped him. He had to help Charlie. He had to make it through this... He simply had to. As soon as he had the situation in check, he would retreat back to his dark little hole, curl up in a corner and hide from the world. He would hide in the shadows, shrouded by the cool, dark silence, and feel at peace... Feel that sense of bliss that came with knowing that, at that moment, he was not a danger to anybody.

Finally, Kougu became aware of his body again, managing to shake his mind's control over him, and he became fully conscious of his ability to walk, and to speak, and to use every aspect of his physical being. With that awareness, came the cruel knowledge that, no matter what he did, nothing could ever take Charlie's pain away. So what could he do...? No matter what he did, it would only sound cold and heartless beside the obvious bitterness in her tone. "She'd changed... Completely." These words suddenly replayed through Kougu's mind, and instantly, something clicked. "But you know..." He began thoughtfully, frowning at the flow of his thoughts, which was suddenly more orderly again, more like it should be. "People can't change. Not really." He concluded, glancing over to her with a strange encouraging warmth in his expression. He had no idea where it had come from, but it seemed to have bloomed suddenly with the new enthusiasm generated by his thoughts, the one tiny flicker of hope that, just maybe, he might have something worth saying. He might have something to say that could change things... Fix things... "For better or for worse, the person they were at the start will still be there.", Kougu went on, speaking his words as though they were unquestionable facts, yet still with that uncharacteristic hint of supportive warmth in his tone, an attempt to comfort, to reassure... Yet without the desperate, 'clutching at straws' air that one might usually possess when handing out false solace in an attempt to console one whose problem they cannot fix. Kougu spoke the truth, and he did not doubt his own words for a second. "She may have lost her way..." He continued, speaking slowly and carefully, "...But deep down, she's still the same person. One day she'll remember that... So you can't give up hope." He concluded, a hint of steely determination creeping into his voice. He turned to face her as he finished his speech, locking his intense gaze upon her, his dark blue eyes gleaming with the sort of emotion only he could understand, yet which he refused ever to show. "Trust me." He finished, offering a soft smile which showed some extent of the kindness he might have had if things had gone a little differently. His own 'changed' personality that he had lost as life had dragged him along. It would always be there, and he knew that he could never lose it, yet it was still so difficult to cling to who he was... And to show it? Near impossible. Something as simple as that smile, just one accidental slip of personality, and it was already enough to remind him of what was, and what could have been...
Had he not agreed to his father's wishes that one night. Had his mother not been in the house that day. Had he had the willpower to come to his senses a moment sooner... Everything might have been different. Everything would have been different, and he would still have been the person he'd been born to be, rather than the one he had been trained to be... Rather than what he was right now, a confused mix between the two... Kougu turned his head away from Charlie, his dark hair falling down messily over his face, the dark strands gleaming softly as they hid his pale face from view. He felt suddenly uncertain and vulnerable, almost ashamed of what he had said, and what he had done, yet not regretting it, not quite... He turned away from Charlie, immediately distancing himself so much that his body language made it blatantly obvious, so much so that he seemed to give off a palpable cold aura. For one brief moment, attacked by the immense loads of guilt and empathy, he had opened up, only to make himself more closed off than ever when the fear struck him and locked away the personality he had almost shown.

Kougu's long legs carried him swiftly over the ground with a new sense of purpose. He strided out toward the old yellow door now in sight, his jaw set and his expression hardened by determination. The softness of a moment before was gone completely, no hint of it remaining, and Kougu was all business. The cold demeanour made him seem years older, and built a false illusion of confidence that simply demanded respect. The rising sun cast a fiery glow over him, making his expression seem fierce as it darkened the deep hollows under his cheekbones, and cast his eyes into such shadow that they vanished altogether in the darkness, only a gleam of fiery orange remaining as their liquid surfaces reflected the sun. Forgetting about Charlie and the rest of the world altogether, Kougu marched up to the old door and came to a standstill, staring at it and feeling the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders as the magnitude of the situation struck him. He rolled his shoulders to relieve the pressure, then turned the doorknob and pressed against the old wood. It creaked, then moved away from his weight, swinging in toward the house. The soft fibres of his hoodie hooked on some of the sharper edges of the peeling paint, and pulled away with a soft ripping sound. Something so simple, so expected, yet seeming like something so important under the pressure of the situation, making Kougu painfully aware of it, and all other simple, everyday things going on around him. Everything that they all took for granted, yet that could vanish with the fire of a single bullet. His fingers twitched toward his pocket, and to his relief, they closed on air, for there was no weapon protruding there for once. His weapon was clasped in Charlie's hand, and the only thing he could do would be to trust her to fire it when needed. Kougu clenched his teeth and turned his attention to the dark passageway before him, unable to see the shadowed interior of the house due to his sudden sun-blindness. He could, however, sense the nearness of several beings. He felt their presence in his bones, felt the beating of their hearts vibrating through the floor, felt their body heat radiating toward him... Of course, it was mostly his imagination, and he knew that, but he could feel that they were there... He knew that they were there, he knew who they were, he knew what they had done and, had he not been Kougu, he would have despised them for it. As it were, he was not exactly sure what he felt. Perhaps it was nothing at all... Nothing but a desire to solve what was wrong, and leave as he had entered: In peace, and not in pieces. He hoped he could say the same for the rest of them as well.
"I wish to speak with the man in charge." Kougu announced suddenly, his voice sounding strangely large and official in the silence, echoing with a sense of authority that was not his own. "I am unarmed, and I do not insist that you do me the courtesy of mimicking my gesture, for I mean you no harm, and I trust that as men of the law, none of you ought to harbour any wishes to harm me unnecessarily. As such, I request that you allow me to speak with the sergeant in private. I have some negotiations to suggest." Kougu concluded, speaking with toneless formality and showing no hint of unease at the prospect of speaking with the police unarmed. He waited patiently for a reply as his eyes gradually begun to adjust to the gloom, slowly bringing the dark, hazy shapes of the policemen into focus. He hoped that whoever he was due to speak to was a reasonable man, since he was not going to sway on his one and only non-negotiable goal: Charlie and her mother would go free, be given full pardon, and be spared harassment by the law. If it were the last thing he did, Kougu would accomplish his goals. If nothing else, he would make sure that the only person who truly seemed to accept him would not suffer. It was strange... How much he had come to trust Charlie in such a short time. Ordinarily, he would not even have associated with somebody like her, or with anybody for that matter, yet it seemed that for once, fate had been kind to him, and had lead him in the direction of somebody he could ease his suffering, if just a little, and give him new determination when he needed it most. One thing was sure, his goals were clear in his mind once more, and he knew that he could not fail. He no longer held any thoughts of giving up... Charlie had reminded him why he had to do it, and he would be forever grateful to her for that. It was up to him to kill that man, and to make sure that the world was freed from the 'greater good' that he was constantly striving to achieve. He had almost lost his way... But Charlie had showed him the light, and now he had purpose and direction once more. He would not fail. He would not die. He would not submit. Yet for now, it would serve him well to focus on the present, as this was, in a way, almost more important to him than his ultimate goal. He supposed that was rather selfish, but in full honesty, he could not deny it. He just couldn't bear the prospect of Charlie suffering. He refused to. He was simply stubborn like that... As such, he wished that the answer to his proposition would come, since the second of silence in which he had been waiting had ticked by so slowly that it felt like an hour. He was ready, and he was tied of waiting.
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Post  Dreambug on Sun Aug 01, 2010 3:56 pm

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I didn't know what to feel; anger, regret, sorrow, grief, pity, fear...although most of those were for myself. I couldn't help but be a little bit selfish, but now I wasn't with my mother at the time, I was the only one here that was able to feel such emotions for the reasons that appealed to me. But it didn't mean I was the only one who could feel those emotions, no matter how I liked to think I was. Kougu was with me, and he'd most definitely felt the pain of grief, the regret, the loss that had happened in his own lifetime that he wished not to speak out loud, although it was still obvious to me that they were there. He may not have been the most emotional person I knew, but it definitely didn't mean he didn't feel. I'd figured that fact that a long time ago. I turned to him hesitantly to notice that he was speaking once again, and it was suddenly obvious how much he was beating himself up for adding up yet another problem to my list. Honestly, I was glad he'd spoken up in the first place. I needed to wake up and realise that this was the real world, that something was going to happen as soon as we arrived at my house. Policemen were going to be making themselves happily at home in there, drinking tea, helping themselves to a few of the biscuits stored in the cupboard above the kettle. I knew they were going to be loving it in there, even if it did smell of damp and dust. It was a free stay, with the owners of the house either on the run or locked up in another room or shoved in a small, claustrophobic space in the back of the police van. The thought made my fists clench in anger. If I got there to find her locked away some place on her own, especially if she was handcuffed, I don't think I'd care whether those guys were police. I would actually hit one of them. Of course, it would add onto my sentence, but it was worth finally getting them back for what they'd done to my family. I looked up at Kougu, listening to what he had to say, trying to put them to sense in my head. People couldn't really change? He hadn't ,et my mother, before or after the accident. He had no idea. But saying so, I would sound like I was in denial. So I'd put it in a way he might possibly understand. “You've changed” I said innocently, my eyes partially glassy form my moment of panic just before he'd spoken. The words replayed in my head, and I suddenly realised it sounded pretty odd and judgemental, since I'd only known him for about a day and a half. “Well, I can guess” I quickly added with a cock of my head. “You weren't born wanting to kill were you? Something, or someone” I knew...guessed who, although I decided I'd risked enough mentioning his name before, I'd just let it pass this one time “made you like that. But it's evidently not worked, because you're able to fight some of it off, so it's not something that's completely taken over you. But it's still a part of you that I'm guessing wasn't there before” I finished, feeling a spark of pride for my little 'theory'. Now who was being clever for once? My lips twitched a tiny smile at the thought, unable to hide my emotions from my friend, just this once, as I was pretty rubbish at hiding them anyway. Not as good as Kougu. “But honestly? It's been six years, Kougu. She's not changing back now. I've tried talking to her, I've tried to make her see sense. It all ends in tears, from both sides. She just won't listen to me anymore, I don't know...” I trailed off, realising with a jolt, that I was standing right in front of the familiar dirty yellow door. We'd arrived.

I lingered behind to let Kougu go first, keeping exceptionally close to him for safety, but at the same time I kept an eye out for any figures that may so happen to leap out at us at any moment. Police tended to do that these days. Although I partially doubted whether such a thing was possible in such a tiny house. But still... I jumped as Kougu began to speak, rather loudly, and looked at him in alarm. Was he asking for unwanted attention? Apparently so. Still, did he have to be so...so open about it? They were probably only in the other room. He could have whispered and they'd have heard him. I opened my mouth to tell him what I was thinking, but only three words came to mind. Are you crazy? And it seemed that was the worst question to ask him, as knowing him, he'd just turn to me and nod. I stopped halfway down the short corridor, resting my hand on the old, floral wallpaper, stained yellow with overuse, and damp. The smell seemed to infect everything in the house; the dirty brown carpet, the woodwork on the banister and beside the staircase, all the furniture, it stank of the stuff. I could never afford to get it fixed, and it was obvious my mother wasn't going to invest with helping me any time soon. So I left it. Ah, the horrible stench of home. The thought somehow comforted me. I was home, although something told me I wouldn't be for much longer.

Officer Samuels had been enjoying a hot cup of rather revolting decaffeinated coffee, when the sound of footsteps on the corridor came to his attention. Ah, so the jewel thief had returned home. The trap was snapped closed. The thought made him smile as he rose to his feet, leaving his warm mug on the tea stained table cloth as he headed to the doorway of the room. He was expecting Charlie's demanding screams to know of the safety of her mother, but the young, yet firm voice of the male made him stop in his tracks. Ah, so the girl had made a friend now, had she? Did she seriously think it was going to make a hell of a difference to whether she went to jail or not? He didn't have the time for this. But the voice sounded very informal, and it was suddenly clear to him that the male was not one she had just dragged off the street. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about. Curious, Samuels made his way to the end of the corridor, accompanied by a couple of his uniformed work mates. The male wasn't much for looks. He had long, messy, dark hair that looked like he'd just literally dragged himself out of bed. The faint lines under his eyes backed up his theory, and the tall, willowy sense of his figure made him seem less and less like the speaker of the voice Samuels had heard when he had been in the kitchen. The thought disappointed him slightly, but he was still curious to what words may come out of the older youth's mouth next. He leant casually on the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest, revealing the contents of his gun-belt: a pair of handcuffs, a set of keys, a walkie-talkie, a mobile phone, a long chain connected to a ring on his spotless black trousers and a tiny black hand gun. So the boy wanted to negotiate? Well, this would be interesting, very interesting indeed. He smiled pleasantly at the boy, his eyes sparkling in slight amusement as he turned his attention to the girl cowering away behind the shadow of the male and his smile broadened. “Ah, Miss Atkinson. I see you've finally come to a decision?” At the wideness of her eyes in what Samuels guessed was fear, he bit his lips to stop himself from chuckling. She was scared now? She didn't know the half of what she was in for. No. Instead, he simply shook himself in amusement, studying the boy up and down to see whether he was serious about being unarmed. What did he think they were going to do, trip-search him in front of his little girlfriend? Not a chance. They were due to be at the prison by eleven-thirty anyway. He didn't want to be late. His silvery blue eyes flickered back to the male, and he forced his expression back to serious once again. “Negotiation?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in simple curiosity. “Well, if you wish, although I highly doubt it will make a speck of a difference. Miss Atkinson here and her Mother have both been charged with crimes they are clearly guilty of, and on behalf of the law they must be punished. But if you'd prefer to discuss these matters privately, I would happily leave the girl in the safe hands of my personal associates” He said curtly, gesturing to the two policemen stood beside him. The girl's body began to shake in fear and dread, and the image just made tje ends of Samuels' lips crease into a smile once again. He'd waited so many years to finally see her fear the police force for what they truly were, her enemy. Although he forced his attention on the male, aware that his face was deadly serious, and although his presence amused him, Samuels forced himself to keep the same straight face the male was wearing back at him. “But first of all, may I kindly ask for your name, and why you are trying to help this...” he thought for a moment, unsure of how to say it nicely. So instead, he said it as it was. “...criminal?” Not exactly the word he'd have used, something more like, 'dirty thief', or 'pest' or 'pathetic excuse for a female'. But he quickly decided against it. He would use his true thoughts for later, once the girl was left alone, in a room, with only the policemen as company. He'd make her realise that the Police were the sort of people she really didn't want to mess with. No one messed with the police anymore. Not if they knew what was good for them.

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Kougu was only half listening all the time that Charlie spoke. He felt bad or having to ignore her, but he had to focus. One lapse of concentration, and it would be the end. Kougu turned hi head slightly and shot her a meaningful glance. He would talk to her later. He just hoped that she would trust him... In fact, a large part of the success of his plan would rely on her trusting him... Something he had told her not to do. Well, he had been right about that, too. Kougu almost laughed as he realised how ridiculous it all was. He needed her to trust him if h was to help her go free, yet he needed her to be suspicious of his every word, movement or thought if he was to keep himself from destroying her... He shot her one final glance, his expression changing slightly to one he had not worn before, yet it was impossible to tell just what it was. As always, Kougu remained perfectly unreadable.

Kougu turned his head as he heard approaching footsteps. The old, weak wood of the floorboards creaked under the man's weight as he emerged from a shadowy room and walked toward Kougu. Kougu's dark eyes quickly darted over the man, sizing him up. He looked like he had enough strength to lift an elephant, and enough weight to wind a sumo wrestler. Yes, he was built like a tank, the complete opposite to Kougu... Yet something about this man was radiating a powerful aura of overconfidence and cockiness. The man would be his own demise... He held no fear of the underdog. Kougu felt his lips twitching slightly as he was forcibly reminded of his plans for his future. Yes, some part of this man's attitude was extremely similar to his father's. His father believed he was invincible... He believed his control was unquestionable, so if it were the last thing he did, Kougu would prove him wrong. And this? This would just be good practice... Kougu was forced to calm himself back into emotionlessness as he felt himself slowly beginning to enjoy the situation. That was not good... That was not him... He couldn't lose control here. Not now... Else they might all be killed.
Kougu shook his head to dismiss his thoughts, then fixed a blank expression on his face and continued to watch Officer Samuels. His over-active mind had already calculated several rather accurate estimations about the man. His weight, his speed, his strength, what strategies he might have, his most likely reactions to Kougu's most likely actions... Yes, he was well prepared, and thanks to his father, he was rather a good judge of people, at least in some aspects... The more sickening ones. Kougu's eyes flickered to the gun, and he was struck suddenly by how small and fragile it looked... How useless it seemed, compared to the ultimate price of death. How could this man be so ultimately confident in believing that it could protect him...? Kougu's eyes lingered on the dark metal, and suddenly, much to his horror, he felt his mind slipping from the present.

The young boy looked up from a pile of thick, leather bound volumes as tall as he was, their pages inscribed with complex diagrams that were apparently far beyond the understanding on youth. His dark blue eyes darted upwards to meet those of the man who had just entered the room. He kept his expression determinedly unchanging, though it was a great struggle, and held the man’s icy gaze with a Herculean effort. “Come, Kougu.” The man ordered brusquely, tossing a small handgun at him. Kougu caught it in his pale hands, and looked up to his father with a slight glimmer of fear. Oh, damn… There it was. His father’s expression darkened and his lips curved into a snarl as he stalked over to Kougu and swatted him on the back of the head. “Don’t give me that face!” He hissed angrily, kicking the boy’s chair over. Kougu bit his lip to keep from yelping, and scrambled away from his father’s metal-capped shoes, quickly leaping to his feet and scuttling submissively after his father as the man turned to leave the room. He clutched the gun in his tiny hands, his long fingers wrapped tightly around it to keep it from slipping out of his sweaty palms. He hated training with guns… He was never good enough… He gnawed on his lip anxiously as his father walked onwards down the long, white passageway. Finally, he turned into one of the little rooms off to the side, and Kougu followed him, having to dash through the doorway to avoid having the door slammed shut on him. “W-what training are we doing today, Sir?” Kougu asked timidly, his voice barely above a whisper as he barely dared to speak. “I don’t speak coward.” His father replied icily, glaring down at the boy with cold, disappointed indifference. Kougu hung his head in shame, staring down at the gun in his hands. “You must learn to be heartless.” His father informed him grudgingly. “I’ve spoken to my subordinates, and they’ve agreed to let you handle today’s assassinations.” He said, snapping his fingers. At the sound, a part of the roof opened and a machine lowered a line of tightly chained and bound mean, and a woman or two. Kougu’s breath caught in his throat as he looked from the gun in his hands to the terrified faces before him. “I- I can’t!” He exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly. “What’s the problem?” His father asked coldly, “They are criminals. They deserve to die. How can we make the world a good place when it is full of evil people?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and looking down at Kougu. Kougu bit his lip harder. He had no answer to that… His father was right… “But, I-“ He broke off as his father suddenly strode toward him with a vicious expression “Oh for Goodness sake!” He snapped, snatching the gun from Kougu’s hands. “Now watch how it’s done, you fool, and remember it well, or it’ll be you up there next time!” Kougu nodded, scrambling backwards away from his father. He watched in silent awe as the man raised the gun, his face expressionless as he aimed it with flawless precision. As he heard the first shot fire, Kougu slapped his tiny hands over his eyes, not wanting to see the poor people die, no matter what crimes they had committed. “I said to watch!” His father hissed, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, and holding the back of his head in a vice grip, keeping just one hand on the gun as he fired the next shot. Kougu could not look away. He simply stared as the terrified, sobbing criminals were shot down one by one. There was blood everywhere… Spattering thick, gluttonous crimson over the snowy white walls. Kougu felt his knees weaken at the sight, and just as he was about to faint, his father shook him violently. “You’re useless.” He informed him with a cold indifference. “Clean this mess up. If I see one droplet of blood when I return, it’ll be your own blood you’re mopping up next time.” He ordered tonelessly. He glared down at his horrified son for a moment, then snarled and hit him hard over the head with the hard metal of the gun. Kougu crumpled to the ground, unconscious, soaking in the blood of strangers as he lay on the floor. His father walked away without a backward glance, slamming the door behind him, knowing that it would lock automatically. Kougu did not stir, but even if he had been able to, he doubted he would have, for the guilt had drained all his willpower. His father was so amazing… So great… So honourable… Why did he always have to disappoint him? Could he never be good enough? Was he a bad person because he didn’t have the courage to kill the evil people of the world? Did that make him an evil person…? Would he also have to die…?

Kougu dragged himself out of the flashback with en effort, glad to find that he was still standing, and not moving at all. Hopefully he had not given any noticeable signs of having zoned out completely. He doubted he would have, since his dazed expression would probably not have been visible in the gloom… But still, he had to get a grip. He couldn’t risk being so distracted all the time…
Kougu suddenly realised that the officer was speaking, and he turned hawk-like eyes to him, listening intently and paying close attention. Kougu stepped in front of Charlie as the officer began to speak to her. His voice matched his slimy appearance… Supreme confidence, and a certain cruelty that said he enjoyed bringing this suffering. Kougu couldn’t stand it… Tolerant as he was, that was one attitude he just couldn’t bring himself to accept… Biting his lip to keep his cool, he fixed the officer with an icy gaze. He listened attentively as the man began to speak to him. “Yes, negotiation.” Kougu repeated simply. He stepped aside to let Charlie past, his actions agreeing to the man’s suggestion. “Very well.” He replied, “Then if I may have a moment of your time…?” He gestured toward a nearby room, implying that he wanted to speak to the man alone or at least away from Charlie and her mother, who he had yet to see. Then Kougu heard the officer’s next words. His name…? He had been hoping that he would be asked that. A slight smile flickered over his lips as he replied, “My name is Kougu.” He answered indifferently. “I daresay you’ve heard of me, if indeed you are high enough ranking to know what goes on behind the scenes…” He explained, subtly insulting the man without showing any direct attempts at doing so. Kougu hesitated for a moment, then raised one hand and lifted his thick mop of messy black hair away from his left temple, revealing the long, ugly scar that he always kept hidden. At that gesture, a man beside Officer Samuels let out a shocked gasp. Kougu’s eyes darted to the man’s face and, seeing his expression, a satisfied smile curved his lips. He dropped his hair down over the scar again and walked confidently past the policemen into the next room. They would follow. At least one of them knew… Perfect. Just as he had hoped.

Kougu stepped into the empty room, recognising it as a gloomy kitchen. He glanced around, but his eyes were slow to adjust after exposure from sunlight, probably due to all those years cooped up indoors, and he struggled to make out anything beside dim shapes. He hoped that the police would be reasonable… He didn’t like the courage and confidence that this ‘Samuels’ showed… He had been hoping that just the sound of his name would be intimidation enough, but it seemed that might not be the case… All he could do was hope. Hope to the bottom of his heart… Kougu clenched a fist and slammed it against the counter, bending over and resting his head on his arm. What if he failed…? The prospect was unthinkable, and the pressure was destroying him. Already, he could feel a sharp pain knifing through his head. One little slip up and he would lose it. One little push and they’d all go over the edge. He just couldn’t face that… Why had he agreed to do this? It was pure foolishness and nothing more! Kougu uttered a low growl of frustration, straightening himself, then starting to pace back and forth like a caged beast. Finally, he managed to stop himself, and stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door with a cold sense of authority that clearly demanded the respect that his appearance surely did not. He had to bite the inside of his cheek hard to keep his wandering mind focused and to keep himself from trembling with the urge to just run from this place, from the danger, from the risk… It was all very well to want to help Charlie and all, but how much help would it all be if this became just another genocide…?

Kougu jerked his mind into focus as he heard the creaking of floorboards. He would not let them sense his weakness. They were like lions… They could smell fear, and they would not know that it was fear of killing, rather than fear of dying… No, he would appear perfectly composed… At all costs.






The policeman was unable to suppress a gasp as he saw the scar on the boy’s face. Could it be…? This really was… him? Kougu? The man gulped nervously, biting his lip to calm himself as the boy’s arcane blue eyes met his hazel ones. He stepped aside as the tall boy brushed past him and he felt a shiver scuttle down his spine with the wind of his passing. He set his jaw in determination, and quickly made his way to officer Samuels. The nametag pinned to his chest glinted as the light struck it. ‘Officer M. Evans’ it proclaimed, the stark white text shining out in sharp contrast to the black background. He had never been quite brave enough to be a successful policeman anyway… That was why he only went on missions like this, which did not seem to be too dangerous… Well, he had been sorely mistaken… He sidled nervously away from the girl in the doorway, suddenly nervous of her as well. Despite his cowardly personality, he was also curious as they came, and he didn’t miss a tick. He knew exactly what was happened with everybody he knew at every minute of every day. That was how he had heard about Kougu… The legendary asset of the secret government organisation, ‘L.A.I.K.O’. The organisation handled all the ‘behind the scenes’ crimes that were beyond the abilities of the police force. They handled assassination and capture of all dangerous persons… As well as the destruction of those people who the government had decided were too dangerous to leave free, yet who had yet to commit any crimes that would make it legally possible to arrest them. The organisation broke the law, to uphold the law… Well, as far as Evans’ understanding stretched anyway. One thing he knew: The organisation was dangerous. In fact, there had been a time not so long ago when an entire gym had been exploded, killing hundreds of people. They had put it down to a gas leak, but Evans knew better. He had heard the chief speaking on the phone about the case, clearly speaking to a superior, and he had thanked the person on the other hand for handling the situation. Why all those people had needed to die, he had no idea, but what he did know was that it had not been an accident like the court had decided… Then there was that other case… That was the one that worried him.

The entire police force was gathered around the bank, their guns pointing at it. A negotiator was up front, speaking over the phone with the leader of the men inside. They had captured some hostages, and were planning to steal as much money as they could carry, and then blow the place to smithereens. The police had been at a loss, with no clue as to what they ought to do, until he arrived… He had sneaked in so silently that he had escaped just about everybody’s attention. But, attentive as ever, Evans had caught a glimpse of his tall frame entering the building…

“Who the hell’re you?!” The man yelled, dropping the cellphone he was holding and swinging his gun around, away from the hostages, to face the intruder. The boy’s face split into a devious grin, and the criminal glared at him. “Take one step closer, and I’ll shoot!” He warned, brandishing the gun threateningly. The boy ignored him, and the criminal growled under his breath and fired a gunshot, dragging screams from the hostages, and yells from the policemen gathered outside, as well as the various innocent onlookers. The boy tilted his head to the side slightly, and the bullet whizzed by so close that the wind of it fluffed his messy hair. “Stop right there!” The criminal yelled, his voice rising into hysterics. Who the hell was this guy?! He was crazy! The man started firing shots madly, but the boy somehow seemed to dodge them all. Ever as he got close, and one went straight through his shoulder, he didn’t react. He grabbed the criminal’s hand, and the man gave a gasp of pain as his fingers were forced apart, dropping the gun. He growled in terrified fury, and plunged his free fist toward the boy’s fist. His grinning attacker caught his punch and flipped him, striking his head against the ground with such force that his brain ceased functioning instantly, leaving him dead to the world. The boy then picked up the gun and tossed it cheerfully up and down in his hand for a moment. He was grinning cheerfully at it, when a gunshot ripped through his thoughts. “What the hell’d you do Blade?!” the armed man screeched, his hands shaking as he pointed the gun at the boy. He stared at the man with a bored expression, then spun the gun around in his fingers for a while, before firing a series of perfectly calculated shots. All the robbers lay dead on the ground, their blood leaving slick red trails on the polished marble floor. Only the boy had still not had enough… He turned to the hostages, and proceeded to shoot the lot of them, then spun the gun in his fingers again and slid it into his back pocket. He then turned and left the building, walking with casual steps. He made a dash the second he was outside, and thought he police pursued him, he had lost them within minutes.


A week after that incident, after autopsies had been performed on all the deceased people, it was discovered that every one of the hostages had been a criminal recently released from prison. The whole thing had been a set up… Officer Evans bit his lip at the thought. To think that one person hand single-handedly done all that…? At first he had been certain he must be mistaken, but after a little more sneaky research, looking through the chief’s notes, and eavesdropping, he had figured out that the culprit was a boy named Kougu, an asset of the ‘L.A.I.K.O’ that was used only for their most difficult or dangerous missions. It was said that he was not the most reliable, though the ‘L.A.I.K.O’s leader was always insisting that he held complete control over the asset.

Officer Evans turned to Officer Samuels, grabbing his shoulders and staring up into his face. “That boy…” He gasped, “That boy is the… He’s-“ Evans glanced toward the girl standing in the doorway, then let his gaze travel to his co-workers. Suddenly flushing beet red, he dropped his hands to his sides and cleared his throat slightly, shuffling his feet. “You remember that Horace ‘Blade’ Smith bank robbery case?” He asked, his voice suddenly gruff as he attempted to give off an illusion of composure, and not give any information away to those who needn’t know it. “That boy was the culprit.” Evans stated darkly.
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Post  Dreambug on Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:01 am

For the first time in a long while, my head wasn't filled with thoughts of my Mother. I didn't know where she was, what they'd done to her, whether she was even conscious. But the way Kougu was acting in front of the Policemen, so confident, so bold, as if he owned each and every uniformed man in the house hold, it surprised me. In a way, it also scared me. The Kougu I'd been talking to just a few moments ago had vanished, and a new boy, with a new personality, a new voice, had appeared in his place. I didn't know him, and I was suddenly wondering if I ever did. After all, it had only been just over a day, and it had already been obvious in the way that he barely ever said anything that had anything to do with himself. I should have realised, back on the street when I thought I'd known him, that I didn't even know the half of it. Now, I was shaking. I was actually shaking, and right in front of the police force! Why was it now that I had chosen to be so weak? If I hadn't had Kougu's tall figure to hide myself behind, I think I would have actually fled from the house faster than you could say 'Benitoite'. But some force...I didn't know whether it was the knowledge that I couldn't run from the Police forever, the fact that Kougu had finally caught their attention, or the fact that my Mother could have been in any of those rooms surrounding me, curled up helplessly in the corner, her face stained with salty tears, but some force was holding me back, keeping my feet glued to the muddy carpet to stop me from running. Whatever it was, it most certainly wasn't gravity. I clenched my fists by my sides, wondering how long I could keep my emotions in for...how long I could keep my face from breaking into fearful floods of tears. I couldn't show my emotions in front of all these men. It wouldn't do me any good whatsoever. Knowing them, they'd just laugh at me. The thought gave me a new sense of confidence, and I raised my chin daringly, my lips pressing together so hard they were turning white. I decided I wouldn't say anything, as what happened to me was now out of my hands. Could Kougu do it? Could he actually get these men to let me and my mother go Scot free? I had had my faith in him before, but now I was unsure whether this new boy was able to negotiate with someone as cocky and full of themselves as Officer Samuels without breaking into one of his 'mad' phases. If he did, none of us, I knew would get out of here alive. Although, I probably would, if I was fast. I still had the gun with me, in my back pocket. If I could just get it out and point it at one of the Policemen... but something stopped me. The piercing glare of one of the two Policemen beside Officer Samuels probably... and I made a silent prayer that Kougu would keep his cool. My hand slipped away from the outline of the revolver in my back pocket as I listened to the two men – as Kougu was now speaking like one of them, and it was freaking me out, a little bit – having their conversation as if I wasn't there. I got that a lot, but this one time, it bothered me. Why did they have to talk about me, right in front of me, as if I wasn't in the room? As Kougu stepped aside, I gave him an anxious glance. Was he serious? These men were going to intimidate me so much until I got mad enough to smack one of them silly just so they could add 'assaulted a police officer' onto my already full criminal record! He wasn't really going to leave me alone with two of Samuels' 'associates', was he? I waited for a moment, just to see what would happen, although it seemed I had no choice. Hesitantly, I brushed past him towards the officers. I just hoped he knew what he was doing.


Officer Samuels' eyebrows twitched up at the boy's simple answers, for a moment unsure to whether he was serious or not. How old was he, eighteen? Nineteen? Still a teenager, anyway. And yet he seemed to think he had the right to come into someone else's house, even when it is obviously in the hands of the police, and say he wants them to change their minds about arresting a criminal? Well, he would play along for now, but if this youth broke into fits of laughter half way through a conversation he would have good reason to arrest him for wasting precious police time. “Well, we can continue this discussion in the kitchen” he said seriously, turning to the room where the boy had just entered, until something stopped him. Kougu...why did the name ring a bell? It could have been a name on a list from a case he'd studied before, perhaps? It was definitely an unusual one, he could give him that. Who's name their boy such an obscure name, out of all those in the world? All those in the English language? He rolled his eyes at his thoughts, shaking his head. He didn't even know why he was bothering. The point was, he would listen to what the boy had to say, then he would kindly tell him that it made no difference and that the girl and her mother would pay for their crimes. Simple as that. He turned to notice Evans approaching him, looking rather panic stricken. He had to admit, out of all his employees there, this man may have been the weakest of the lot. He was never really taken to any places that had anything other than complaining elderly people about the noise next door had been making late at night, or the fact that a shop window had been smashed for the sake of the fact it didn't sell alcohol. He never took the man to anything like murder scenes, unless they were exceedingly desperate for troops, as he never had the stomach for the true crimes he was meant to be dealing with. Put all that aside, he did look rather bothered by the boy, and that made the Officer curious. What was bothering him so? “That boy...” he'd started, still gasping in...was that fear? Samuels' rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one foot. “That boy is the... He's-” Was there a point coming any time soon? The Officer's eyes narrowed lazily, and he couldn't help but let a tired sigh escape his lips. Then the point came. Samuels' had most certainly heard of the Horace ‘Blade’ Smith bank robbery case, although he'd not necessarily taken part in the shooting threats, he had been part of the problem solving. He'd stood by the sidelines and given the orders, but how the case had ended was one that had puzzled him greatly. He'd not seen a boy appear from within the building, but he had heard shooting, and Blade had gone down after a couple of gunshots. Then went the hostages. But he hadn't believed the men when they'd told him the damage had been done by a young boy, as they were all pretty shaken from what had happened that day. They could have said anything.

The lines around the Officers eyes and brow deepened, and he stared down at his employee with a concerned, and slightly anxious frown. It couldn't be that boy...could it? Not really... He brushed the man's hands from his shoulders, so he could have a moment to think. He winced, feeling a throbbing pain suddenly thumping his temples, and ran his fingers over his tired eyes as they met at the bridge of his nose. This wasn't happening. Not when everything was running so smoothly. He sighed in frustration, looking up at the uniformed man beside him, Officer P. Johnson. “Keep the girl in the living room, and make sure she stays there” he ordered, gesturing to the partially open door on the other side of the corridor. The man looked at him anxiously, hesitation gluing him to his spot.
“Sir, is that wise?” Johnson asked quietly, and the Officer looked at him, eyebrows raised. It was the kind of look his employees didn't want to see when it was aimed at them, as it was a warning that they had put themselves in a dangerous position of possibly losing their jobs.
“Come again?” Samuel's asked, his voice dangerously calm.
“I-I mean, if you're on your own in there, with him...”
Samuels' raised his hand, silencing him. “Relax. You both need to relax. I'm as heavily armed as you are. Anyway, he's not here to kill us, he's here to make a deal. Now, if you don't mind, I'm about to have an important conversation with our friend” he turned to Evans, who was evidently not in the kind of state to be anywhere near the boy, in case he passed out from fear of what he might do. “Evans, make yourself useful and stand by the kitchen door, will you? If you hear smashing, you keep your gun at hand, and you come in at the ready. Got that? Johnson, make sure the girl stays put. I don't want to be disturbed” he ordered the two, before heading cautiously into the kitchen and slowly closing the door behind him. The room seemed dark without the sun's natural light shining in from the door's window, and even with the indoor lights switched on it still seemed almost as if it was night outside, although it was nearly 9.30 in the morning. Samuels' inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts together in his mind. He had to put the memories of this boy and his abilities aside. He had to remember he was a police officer, he was the law. He had to stand by his actions of arresting Charlie and her whimpering mother, as they were both obviously guilty of the crimes they have been charged with. But he had to chose his words carefully, if he wanted to leave the house unharmed. He looked up at the boy, noticing how tense he seemed, and creased his lips into a pleasant smile. Curtness was the key, plus he couldn't show to much fear of the youth before him, as that would completely wreck his standards, and that would not do any good for his title. He leant over the small, wooden dining chair, and looked up at the Kougu boy. “Shall we sit?” he asked pleasantly, pulling out the chair from under the table. Inside he was jumping up and down in anxiety, but he had to put that all aside if this discussion was to go as smoothly as he hoped. He had to get exactly what he wanted, or else he wouldn't be happy.

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Post  Polo trapped in an inkpot on Mon Aug 02, 2010 11:16 am

Kougu raised his head as Officer Samuels entered the room, watching his closely for any hints his expression or body language might give away. He detected nothing, but when the man spoke, Kougu was sure he could sense some form of respect in the man’s tone that had not been there before. Perfect: He was in. Kougu raised his eyebrows as the man asked him to sit, an icy cold expression stretching across his usually kind face. “How strange…” He murmured quietly in response, “Here I had always thought that it was improper protocol for one to offer the use of furniture that is not their own.” He stated condescendingly, though he sat down anyway, a cool sense of superiority radiating from him. It was as though he was a completely different person from before… Yet another thing he had been taught: How to get what wanted from people. In short, he could basically adjust his own personality to bend another person to his will, depending on how accurately he had judged them, of course. As for Samuels… The man was so like his father, Kougu doubted he could make a single mistake. “I trust you know now who I am, and exactly what that means for you?” Kougu asked in a casual tone, the indifference in his voice almost more threatening than if he had pressed a razor-sharp blade to the man’s throat. “I am sure your chief would be most displeased if he was to lose the assistance of ‘L.A.I.K.O’, don’t you?” He asked pleasantly, glancing toward the officer as though actually requesting his opinion, yet not waiting to hear a reply. They both knew the answer to that. “Before I make my proposition, allow me to remind you of one thing: There is no law at ‘L.A.I.K.O’. We don’t care what the law says. All we see is good, evil, and the sole way to purge the latter from the world.” Kougu stated informatively, struggling desperately to contain his temper as he quoted his father’s words. In fact, he was acting so much like his father, that he was almost tempted to choke himself to death there and then. Thankfully, his determination was strong enough that he could overcome the urge without showing the slightest hint that he did not believe even one of his own words.
“Now…” Kougu began pleasantly, “Allow me to make an offer.” He forced a tight-lipped smile at these words, though his expression was as unpleasant as if his eyes had been bulging in fury. “You let the girl and her mother go free, give them a full pardon, and leave them in my personal custody with regards to further rule breaking, and I shall leave this place and forget that any of this ever happened.” He offered, speaking in the same toneless voice that gave absolutely nothing away, besides the words that actually left his lips. “If you refuse…” Kougu began slowly, “You have one of two options:” He held up two fingers, a stern expression on his pale, ghostly face as he stared down at the bulky officer beside him. “One:” He began, lowering one finger before starting to speak, “You refuse to agree to my terms, lock away the girl and her mother, and find a bullet in your brain within the next week, as well as a strong likelihood of a rather dangerous civil war breaking out.” Kougu gave a soft, amused snort at this thought. Only an idiot would choose that sort of option, and he was not one to suffer fools gladly… “Two:” Kougu went on, lowering his other finger and holding up a fist, “You let them both go, in return for taking me in. I believe that the police force are rather keen to catch me, and you may be treated as some kind of hero if you are the man to manage it, but on the other hand, ‘L.A.I.K.O’ may not be particularly pleased by my absence, and this will lead us once again to the bullet in your brain and the rather pointless civil war.” Kougu shrugged as he broke off, dropping the cold formality and smiling placidly at the other man with the classic childlike innocence that made him who he was. “What’s it to be?” He asked pleasantly, waiting patiently for the man’s reply. He wondered vaguely if Officer Samuels would notice the fact that Kougu had not once threatened to kill him personally. Of course, he could not, for Kougu never had intentions of hurting anybody, and as he was incapable of lying, it was impossible for him to say that he did. He hoped that the officer would not notice… If he lost his powers of intimidation, he could have a problem. After all, he was using ‘L.A.I.K.O’ to his advantage, using them for his threats, and if Officer Samuels were to suspect that these were empty threats… After all, Kougu was not exactly ‘L.A.I.K.O’s favorite person at that stage either. He had been declared something of a rebel, what with his habits of only responding to missions on a whim… Or so it seemed. In reality, he only responded to missions when he failed to control himself and was forced to submit to that man’s will…

It was true that he was, and would probably always be, ‘L.A.I.K.O’s greatest asset, but that did not change the fact that they would stick to their own ideals, regardless of his opinions. If they had cared for his happiness at all, he would still had had a family… No, in all honesty he could not use his relations with ‘L.A.I.K.O’ as a valid threat, but Officer Samuels couldn’t know that, could he? Kougu had backed him into a corner and, despite his courage, Kougu doubted he would be willing to risk the possible consequences that he had listed. It all depended on whether or not the man believed him… Kougu fought the urge to gnaw on his lip as suspense weighed down on him, and he struggled to keep his expression perfectly patient and composed as he awaited the man’s answer. He had done all he could… If he had failed… He dared not even think of that thought.

Kougu’s mind drifted as he sat there, drifted back to what had happened when his father had first been trying to teach him the heartlessness that he displayed a false illusion of now.

The boy finally come to, whimpering as he felt the apple-sized lump on his head from where the gun had struck him. He slowly raised his eyes, and was met by the lifeless gaze of a corpse. He yelped in fear and scrambled backward away from what had once been a person, his heart beating a violent tattoo on his tiny ribcage as he pressed his back against the wall, longing to escape the nightmarish visions of ghosts and zombies that the sight of the corpses brought to his mind. Finally, he remembered his father’s threat, and bit his lip to steel himself before crawling over to the nearest corpse. With trembling fingers, he slid the old man’s eyelids down over his glassy eyes, then dragged the corpse toward a trapdoor in the floor. It was hard work, for he was small and the man was heavy, but thoughts of the prospect of seeing his father’s pride at a job well done kept him going. He pushed the old man’s empty shell through the hole, flinching at the horrible dull thump it made when it hit the bottom. He shuddered slightly, then proceeded to do the same for the rest of them. By the end of it, he was feeling rather sickened. His clothes were red and slick from their blood, and he had been painted red all over by his own hands during the dirty work. Fighting back the repulsion he felt for the task, Kougu grabbed a clean cloth from a hook on the wall and went about mopping up the mess. Finally, the room was spotless, and he collapsed against a wall in exhaustion, smiling slightly as he pictured his father telling him that he had done a good job. When he finally woke up, it was to find his father’s shoe nudging him. Kougu scrambled into a sitting position, staring up at the man with big, wide eyes. “What’s this?” He asked coolly, gesturing around the room. “I- I cleaned it like you asked, Sir…” Kougu informed him hesitantly, cowering away from the man. “You call this clean?” His father asked, raising his eyebrows and staring down at Kougu. Kougu knew what he wanted to say, but his father’s expression left him under no doubt that it was the wrong answer. He bit his lip and looked down, noticing, to his dismay, that the blood soaking his clothes had smudged all over the floor and walls where he had been lying…

Kougu continued to watch Samuels, his face offering no hint to his inner turmoil, though even he could feel that his grip was slipping. The emotions were building up, and soon it would just be too much to control… He had to sort this out before then… Before he did something he would regret until the day he didn’t, which would probably be that day if he really did snap. He was unarmed, after all, and surrounded by police officers… Yes, if he lost control, they were all doomed. He was stubbornly certain of that fact, almost like a child who is so completely convinced that Santa Claus exists, and nobody can convince them otherwise…


Officer Evans nodded confidently as Officer Samuels assigned him a job. “Yes sir!” He exclaimed enthusiastically “I’ll watch your back, you can count on me!” He stopped babbling false confidences when he realized that nobody was paying attention, and hung his head before slinking over to the door, holding his gun loosely in his hand. Thankfully, this ‘Kougu’ character seemed rather calm… Not as insane and unstable as they had made him out to be. As long as Samuels didn’t upset him, Evans didn’t think they had much to worry about. He only hoped that Samuels wouldn’t get on the wrong side of the boy… From what he had heard, ‘L.A.I.K.O’ was a very powerful and very important organization, all the more so since so few people would ever see or hear of it. If ‘L.A.I.K.O’ disagreed with the capture and incarceration of Charlie and her mother, then the entire police force might suffer from it. It was said that the leader of ‘L.A.I.K.O’ was a harsh and unforgiving man who left no room for questions and would go to any ends to accomplish his greater goals.
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