Post by VEDA RIVEUX on Jan 2, 2013 19:46:51 GMT -7
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] veda khol riveux. seventeen. bitten. wanderer. | |
[rs=2] | I don't remember a whole lot about being bitten. Honestly, I don't want to remember it. The change, the breaking of bones and stretching of my skin, it was the most painful thing I've ever had to experience. I don't have to remember it to know that much. I don't know what led my parents to make a deal with the devil. That's basically who Bosley Mitchall was... Satan, with his little ring of lemming followers. A pack is what he called them, but that made it sound more close knit than they were. Honestly they were there out of fear for their families and what he would do to them if they left from beneath his tyranny. Whatever made them decide to do business with that scab of a creature is beyond me. I guess in the end it doesn't really matter; all that matters is that they didn't pay up. I was fourteen when the men came in the middle of the afternoon. It was 4pm. I remember because my favorite show had just come on. There were two of them, but then again that was really all they needed. Their arms slid under mine and they hauled me from my home kicking and screaming the entire way to the car. I vaguely remember my mother crying, but it could have been my imagination. I couldn't hear much after the engine of the black sedan roared to life, taking me away from everything I had known and plunging me into this dark world I would soon call my own. Bosley tried to make it seem like he had done me a favor by turning me. I never really saw it that way, but he would constantly sing his praises about how "gifted" I was now, and how "superior" I was to humans. I didn't really give a fuck about any of that. I was fourteen for crying out loud. I just wanted my old life back, but I knew as soon as I changed for the first time that I would never be able to face my parents again. I had turned into something they feared; something that was unnatural. Not human, not a Born... I was in the limbo between two concrete worlds in which I was only half of something. He had me running errands mostly, doing the things he was always too lazy to do. I honestly don't know how the guy got out of bed in the morning. Forty two years old and he can't take an envelope to a guy two buildings over? It was pretty shitty but it kept him off my back. I became like a little pet to him. Over the course of the next year or so he had trained me with one of his better fighters. Lukas was his name. He wasn't one for words, but he set me up with a knowledge of fighting enough where I could do so quietly and quickly. Mostly sneaking around, but with werewolves like this for companions I couldn't really be surprised. They weren't the type to charge in ready for battle. They'd rather suffocate you in your sleep than deal with you in the real world. He also trained me in the ability I apparently attained when I was bitten. I acquired empathy, the ability to feel the emotions and intentions of those around me. I must admit I hated it at first, but it slowly became manageable. At least, for the time being. I had no idea that Lukas was blocking most of my powers. That was his skill, of course. Limiting the abilities of those he chooses. With knowledge like that they almost can't even blame me for running like I did. The best part was I literally had nothing I needed to pack. As soon as their guard was down I bolted into the heart of downtown Waymoor and I never looked back. At least, not until I had put a safe distance between myself and the main meeting place for Bosley and his goons. It took a little living on the streets to realize that I was more prepared than I assumed. I knew how to steal, I could outrun anyone who tried to catch me, and the freedom felt so good I didn't care that I was sleeping under bridges and dumpster diving. It was all worth it for the ability to be as I wanted. To be able to have a say in my life again. I couldn't go back home, refused to go back to Bosley, so I was as free as I had ever been. At 17, I had the world at my disposal. The only bump in the road was the fact that as soon as I was out of Lukas' range, my powers hit me full on. I still haven't quite been able to control them properly. Of course freedom has a price. I've grown to be overly paranoid, but I have to be in order to stay free. Certain things like "avoid fifth and second" and "don't go farther west than Foley street" became second nature to me as I ran around the city doing odd jobs when I could and stealing when work was scarce. Recently I've scrounged up enough cash to live in a crummy motel room, but having a roof over my head feels like I'm in a castle. A warm bed means a lot when you're used to sleeping on concrete. Like hell am I letting them take me back. I'll die before I'm someone else's lackey. |
played by antha. taylor momsen. |
