Post by ∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥ on Nov 27, 2014 16:38:17 GMT -5
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The sun was shining, bathing the fields and hills in a golden glow, the turning leaves in the trees swaying in a light breeze. It had been a great day, starting off with a grand family breakfast, moving on to a walk through the local wildlife center, and now, ending the day with the yellow disk in the sky shedding its last rays upon them, a picnic dinner. He was laughing, smile stretching wide and genuine, while he played with the blue bouncy ball in his arms, his little brother following after whilst giggling.
One time, the smaller one kicked the ball so far, the teen had to run down the hill and into the field to retrieve it. Turning once claiming the toy back into his arms, he blinked in surprise at seeing his mother and father standing and folding the blanket, the three of them disappearing over the ridge of the large hill. Panic slightly setting in, he bounded up the dying grass and stopped at the top. They already had everything in the back of the car, and his mother was getting in the driver's side while his father helped his brother into his car seat. How could they leave now? It wasn't even late...
"Wait!" He called with a smile, jogging down the hill. "I'll be there in a sec!"
As if they couldn't hear him, his dad shut the back door and opened the passenger, making him swallow.
"Dad! Wait!"
The aging man halted, grip tightening on the handle. Lowering his head, he flung the door open, about to get in.
Skidding to a halt by the back of the car, he smiled and was about to walk to the other empty seat when he was held still by a fist in his shirt. Looking up with wide eyes, he came face to face with his father. Well, he would have if the man's face wasn't turned away. His hold didn't falter, though.
"Dad?"
The man with grey in his hair reached in his picket and pulled out a folded but of worn paper. Smacking it into the boy's hand, he turned and headed back to the car. The bot looked down at the parcel, reading the front which said 'open me'. Lifting his head to ask what it was, he paled at seeing the back of the car already speeding away and kicking up dust.
"Wait!" He yelped, trying to run after his family, only to see the car speed faster. Stumbling, he sniffled and trembled, unable to continue. He was never seen as very athletic. Running after a car, even after just a few seconds, winded him. He watched them leave, their speed never once slowing, the parcel clung tightly in his fist.
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Jolting, he exhaled heavily and looked around with blurry vision, body stiff as a board and on his back, his hands clasped as if around a rose on his stomach. Peaceful. As if he was in a coffin. Sitting up, he winced at the pop in his shoulders and sighed, throwing the covers off of his partially naked body only to be reminded he wasn't alone by the slide of fingertips on the dimples in his back.
"Where are you going?" The husky voice of his sleepy one night stand murmured, half into the pillow. The eighteen year old stood and pulled on his shirt, necklace jingling against his collar bone.
"Home."
"Already?" Now the one night stand was awake, sitting up a bit and watching him. "What about last night?"
He pulled on his black distressed skinny jeans. "What about it?"
"You're just going to pretend it didn't happen?"
He was silent while perched on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots and tying them. Standing, he grabbed the black cloth from the nightstand and wrapped it around his mouth, covering his nose. Turning, he looked at the one night stand who had no name in his eyes and yanked his coat onto his shoulders, the black material settling close to his frame and hugging him.
There seemed to be some recognition of him, however, because the man turned ashen. "Cronus."
He wasn't given much time to speak anything else, as the color of liquid red spotted against his white face, pooling in the sheets and covering up DNA.
Slipping through the window, the assassin kept his head low, sliding into the shadows of the alleyway.
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"Cronus?" The man beside him at the bar looked amused. "Like the Greek god?"
"Titan." The man on the right of him corrected his friend. "He was the youngest of the titan children of Gaia and Uranus, and was the father of the Olympians."
The first speaker waved a dismissing hand, uncaring of the origins. "Are you going to accept our offer or not?"
The legal teen watched his reflection at the back of the alcohol shelving system; his alarmingly blue eyes, the dark limbal ring bleeding into the color, giving it a geared look, and the slightly more dilated than normal pupils. Pale skin, untouched and unbruised, save for a few scars of battle. His mask, covering his mouth and nose. Everywhere else was completely covered. Dark fingerless gloves, long sleeve shirt layered with his gothic trench. As for what was underneath the bar: skinny jeans colored like shadows, feet hidden in thick boots that could leave you bleeding should you receive one in the gut.
The two men beside him were getting agrivated. "Just answer the question!"
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The sun was shining, bathing the fields and hills in a golden glow, the turning leaves in the trees swaying in a light breeze. It had been a great day, starting off with a grand family breakfast, moving on to a walk through the local wildlife center, and now, ending the day with the yellow disk in the sky shedding its last rays upon them, a picnic dinner. He was laughing, smile stretching wide and genuine, while he played with the blue bouncy ball in his arms, his little brother following after whilst giggling.
One time, the smaller one kicked the ball so far, the teen had to run down the hill and into the field to retrieve it. Turning once claiming the toy back into his arms, he blinked in surprise at seeing his mother and father standing and folding the blanket, the three of them disappearing over the ridge of the large hill. Panic slightly setting in, he bounded up the dying grass and stopped at the top. They already had everything in the back of the car, and his mother was getting in the driver's side while his father helped his brother into his car seat. How could they leave now? It wasn't even late...
"Wait!" He called with a smile, jogging down the hill. "I'll be there in a sec!"
As if they couldn't hear him, his dad shut the back door and opened the passenger, making him swallow.
"Dad! Wait!"
The aging man halted, grip tightening on the handle. Lowering his head, he flung the door open, about to get in.
Skidding to a halt by the back of the car, he smiled and was about to walk to the other empty seat when he was held still by a fist in his shirt. Looking up with wide eyes, he came face to face with his father. Well, he would have if the man's face wasn't turned away. His hold didn't falter, though.
"Dad?"
The man with grey in his hair reached in his picket and pulled out a folded but of worn paper. Smacking it into the boy's hand, he turned and headed back to the car. The bot looked down at the parcel, reading the front which said 'open me'. Lifting his head to ask what it was, he paled at seeing the back of the car already speeding away and kicking up dust.
"Wait!" He yelped, trying to run after his family, only to see the car speed faster. Stumbling, he sniffled and trembled, unable to continue. He was never seen as very athletic. Running after a car, even after just a few seconds, winded him. He watched them leave, their speed never once slowing, the parcel clung tightly in his fist.
&&
Jolting, he exhaled heavily and looked around with blurry vision, body stiff as a board and on his back, his hands clasped as if around a rose on his stomach. Peaceful. As if he was in a coffin. Sitting up, he winced at the pop in his shoulders and sighed, throwing the covers off of his partially naked body only to be reminded he wasn't alone by the slide of fingertips on the dimples in his back.
"Where are you going?" The husky voice of his sleepy one night stand murmured, half into the pillow. The eighteen year old stood and pulled on his shirt, necklace jingling against his collar bone.
"Home."
"Already?" Now the one night stand was awake, sitting up a bit and watching him. "What about last night?"
He pulled on his black distressed skinny jeans. "What about it?"
"You're just going to pretend it didn't happen?"
He was silent while perched on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots and tying them. Standing, he grabbed the black cloth from the nightstand and wrapped it around his mouth, covering his nose. Turning, he looked at the one night stand who had no name in his eyes and yanked his coat onto his shoulders, the black material settling close to his frame and hugging him.
There seemed to be some recognition of him, however, because the man turned ashen. "Cronus."
He wasn't given much time to speak anything else, as the color of liquid red spotted against his white face, pooling in the sheets and covering up DNA.
Slipping through the window, the assassin kept his head low, sliding into the shadows of the alleyway.
&&
"Cronus?" The man beside him at the bar looked amused. "Like the Greek god?"
"Titan." The man on the right of him corrected his friend. "He was the youngest of the titan children of Gaia and Uranus, and was the father of the Olympians."
The first speaker waved a dismissing hand, uncaring of the origins. "Are you going to accept our offer or not?"
The legal teen watched his reflection at the back of the alcohol shelving system; his alarmingly blue eyes, the dark limbal ring bleeding into the color, giving it a geared look, and the slightly more dilated than normal pupils. Pale skin, untouched and unbruised, save for a few scars of battle. His mask, covering his mouth and nose. Everywhere else was completely covered. Dark fingerless gloves, long sleeve shirt layered with his gothic trench. As for what was underneath the bar: skinny jeans colored like shadows, feet hidden in thick boots that could leave you bleeding should you receive one in the gut.
The two men beside him were getting agrivated. "Just answer the question!"