Post by Praline Kline on Jun 25, 2006 15:17:16 GMT -4
There had only been one other moment before this one when Praline truly felt that she might die. It had been when she was six. Just before she had recieved her powers. There had been a theif in her house at night and she had come down the stairs for a glass of water. Her presence had startled the man, who turned and stuck a barrel of a gun in her face. For those few seconds that it took the man to realize she was just a little girl, she stared at the gun, eyes wide, wondering who would take care of her dollies if she died.
"Tell no one..." The man said, and ran away without taking a single thing from her house.
But she wasn't six anymore. And this was no gun. This was something much worse. This was Liao. His rage frightened her more than what was going on around her. Lightning struck, the earth quaked, and fire engulfed nearly everything around her. No longer cold, all she could feel was the seering heat from the tree behind her. More lightning. More fire. A tree fell as it snapped in two, landing only a foot or so away from where she was. But she didn't scream. She couldn't. She didn't even blink. Focus. She told herself. I have to focus It was all she had left. This mirage. But he barely seemed to realize it was there. He was too wrapped up in his own destruction. There is was again. Someday your foolishness will get you in trouble...Hail began to fall,breaking through the wooded area, coming down on her. She raised her arms, sheilding herself from the danger, but it was no use. The falling ice was bigger than a baseball at this point.
The first one hit her in the back, and she hunched over, gasping for air. The next coulple hit her arms. She didn't know what it felt to have rocks throw at her, but she guessed it was something like this. She could already feel the bruises forming, but she couldn't hide from them. She had to stay focused. She had to do something to get his attention. "Liao." She made her mirage call out.
Not soon enough. The last of the hail hit her hard in her ribs, and she felt something crack. Forced back to the ground she winced in pain, but was too wrapped up in the illusion to do anything but watch. She watched as Liao collapsed, yelling at her and attacking the ground. How was it that through all of the pain he had just released on her, she felt like the monster? Quivering, she finally was able to release the image, and closed her eyes. The boy was gone, and it was just the two of them again. Sitting up slowly, she touched her lip. It was bleeding. She would probably have a black eye in the morning, as well as a few cracked ribs. She looked down. In fact, a bruise had already formed, and it looked like she had taken a cleat to the stomach. Fabulous. A week from tryouts and she had a rib injury already. Her arms felt so heavy, and she knew that they would bruise as well. And yet she knew, that through all the external pain his inner pain went much deeper. On shaky legs she stood, taking two steps toward him and one step back. What now? He wouldn't be comforted, that much she knew. But she had to do something.
"I'm...I'm sorry." She whispered, barely audible to herself. She stood there, looking down at him as he shook, and she briefly wondered if he was crying.
So you do have a heart...
Walking slowly around him, she stepped over to the soccer net, where she picked up her ball. Carrying it over to a set of bleachers, she sat down and picked up her water bottle. She took a sip and stared at her feet for a few moments, before looking back up at him. She watched him from afar, wondering how her power, which was on suitable for defense, could cause so much pain.
-short. and crap. sorry if its hard to respond to-
"Tell no one..." The man said, and ran away without taking a single thing from her house.
But she wasn't six anymore. And this was no gun. This was something much worse. This was Liao. His rage frightened her more than what was going on around her. Lightning struck, the earth quaked, and fire engulfed nearly everything around her. No longer cold, all she could feel was the seering heat from the tree behind her. More lightning. More fire. A tree fell as it snapped in two, landing only a foot or so away from where she was. But she didn't scream. She couldn't. She didn't even blink. Focus. She told herself. I have to focus It was all she had left. This mirage. But he barely seemed to realize it was there. He was too wrapped up in his own destruction. There is was again. Someday your foolishness will get you in trouble...Hail began to fall,breaking through the wooded area, coming down on her. She raised her arms, sheilding herself from the danger, but it was no use. The falling ice was bigger than a baseball at this point.
The first one hit her in the back, and she hunched over, gasping for air. The next coulple hit her arms. She didn't know what it felt to have rocks throw at her, but she guessed it was something like this. She could already feel the bruises forming, but she couldn't hide from them. She had to stay focused. She had to do something to get his attention. "Liao." She made her mirage call out.
Not soon enough. The last of the hail hit her hard in her ribs, and she felt something crack. Forced back to the ground she winced in pain, but was too wrapped up in the illusion to do anything but watch. She watched as Liao collapsed, yelling at her and attacking the ground. How was it that through all of the pain he had just released on her, she felt like the monster? Quivering, she finally was able to release the image, and closed her eyes. The boy was gone, and it was just the two of them again. Sitting up slowly, she touched her lip. It was bleeding. She would probably have a black eye in the morning, as well as a few cracked ribs. She looked down. In fact, a bruise had already formed, and it looked like she had taken a cleat to the stomach. Fabulous. A week from tryouts and she had a rib injury already. Her arms felt so heavy, and she knew that they would bruise as well. And yet she knew, that through all the external pain his inner pain went much deeper. On shaky legs she stood, taking two steps toward him and one step back. What now? He wouldn't be comforted, that much she knew. But she had to do something.
"I'm...I'm sorry." She whispered, barely audible to herself. She stood there, looking down at him as he shook, and she briefly wondered if he was crying.
So you do have a heart...
Walking slowly around him, she stepped over to the soccer net, where she picked up her ball. Carrying it over to a set of bleachers, she sat down and picked up her water bottle. She took a sip and stared at her feet for a few moments, before looking back up at him. She watched him from afar, wondering how her power, which was on suitable for defense, could cause so much pain.
-short. and crap. sorry if its hard to respond to-