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Mar 10, 2016 14:47:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 14:47:29 GMT -7
Marcia vaguely remembered what had happened to her for the last twenty minutes, maybe longer. She had been dragged into the room by some woman and her apparent half sister only to be brain molested and then tortured ruthlessly. They even had said that she was worthless, that they had no use for her, but they still continued to cause her pain. After a while, it became hazy as to why they were even torturing her. Something to do with paying for the sins of her mother... or something? Something to do with some half breed? Something to do with Cain.
The realization came to her as she was dragged and tossed into a dark room, landing on top of something... or someone. She blinked the blood out of her eyes and looked up to make eye contact only to find that she was face to face with her boyfriend, only he was vampired out at the moment. She quickly pushed back, using her hands behind her and her feet to shuffle toward the wall until she slammed against it. She was covered in blood, as for as she could tell, and they had just thrown her in there with him like that.
What had they done to him to get him to that point?
@cainedge
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Mar 11, 2016 15:40:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 15:40:23 GMT -7
The room was fairly dim, which Marcia was grateful for at the moment. She needed a chance to let her fear show clearly on her face without Cain having to see it. Granted, he wasn't looking at her at the moment. She could tell he was starting to say her name but she didn't move yet. She kept her back flat against the wall, her hands pressed firmly into the cold floor beneath her as if the feeling could knock her out of her current state of mind. Her state of fear, confusion and horror. She pressed harder, bending her knuckles so that her fingernails could attempt to dig into the floor as well. He tried to say her name again, coughing even more as he did so. She bit her lip, attempting to stop herself from letting out any sort of sound. She couldn't think straight enough to figure out what to do in this situation. Her mind was still muddle from the intense torture it had just gone through. In fact, she was sure her mind was in a worse state than her body. That woman... what... what was her name? She knew her way around the mind, that much was clear. That much was clear.
Then it finally worked and her name escaped his lips. She let a small whimper break through her lips before she shut them tight again. She wanted to go to him, but she didn't think that would be the best course of action. Think. Remember how to think. Marcia was a smart girl, always had been, and she didn't like this strange has haze was stopping her from thinking rationally and analyzing the best way out of this. She saw him move now, rolling onto his side and facing away from her. He was crying and she instinctively pushed off the wall as if to go to him, but stopped herself after having only made it a few inches away. She slowly moved back again, letting her back make contact with the wall once more.
Should she speak? Surely speaking wouldn't cause a blood frenzy, would it? She opened her mouth, but closed it again. For a moment she panicked. Had she forgotten how to form words? No, no. She could do this. She opened her mouth again. "It's me," she assured him, her voice hoarse from the screaming she had been doing for who knows how long before being tossed in here. She cleared her throat. "Everything's going to be okay," she said, her voice a little clearer this time. "Just... stay there. For a second," she glanced around the room then, forcing herself to break through the haze in her head and remember what she was doing here. There was no way all this blood on her body was her own. They must have added more to her robes before tossing her in here. She didn't even feel any physical pain, now that she thought of it. Where was the blood coming from? Was she actually bleeding?
She pushed off the floor, hands shaking as she untied her robe and hurriedly took it off. Her clothing underneath wasn't as bad but she could tell where the bleeding was coming from now thanks to a few stained spots on her shirt and skirt. She tossed the robe aside, as far away from herself as she could possible get it. Then she assessed herself. The right side of her torso was drenched, as well as both knees. She reached up and felt a sting as she touched her forehead. She pulled her hand away only to reveal more blood from her head. But that could still be okay... head wounds bled a lot. Then she discovered both ears had been bleeding, but they didn't seem to be anymore. Blood had been coming from her nose as well, but no more seemed to be coming now. The rest of her body was no doubt bruised and broken in places as well.
She finally looked over at him, assessing him the best she could from a distance. She glanced at where he had been laying before and gasped at the nails where he had been held Her hand flew over her mouth and she tried to keep down the vomit and the thoughts of what they had done to him where starting to piece together. These people were sick, twisted. She slowly took a step forward as she noticed some cups and bowls scattered around the wooden pole. She didn't want to know what had been in them but she had an idea. What was with the obsession with blood, here? How did they even know he was part vampire?
Elaine. Her fists clenched at her side and she stepped back again, putting more distance between herself and Cain once more. She decided right then and there that if they ever escaped, she would burn this place to the ground.
@cainedge
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Mar 17, 2016 20:08:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 20:08:49 GMT -7
Marcia turned her face away when Cain leeched onto the robe she had tossed aside. She didn't even notice at first when he had stood up but soon she was turning to face him, her back flat against the wall still. As he slowly changed back to himself she pushed off the wall gently, wanting nothing more than to run over to him and wrap her arms around him, but she still wasn't sure if it was safe. She bit her lip and looked at him with eyes on intense longing as he leaned on his own wall across the room. He tried to cast bandages for his wounds, it seemed, and failed in both attempts. Finally, he spoke. The bitterness in his voice was easy to recognize from across the room, the irritation. She didn't move, not yet as he asked if she was all right accompanied by his claim that he had nothing left to hide. She jerked back at his next words, an obvious sharp hit at all of her secrets.
Her eyes narrowed into a glared, her heart pounding hard which she was sure would case the wound on her side to bleed even more. She could already feel the wounds on her head throbbing, her skin growing paler by the second. "Is that the game you want to play, Cain?" she spat, "do you want all my secrets, then? Fine," she took another step forward, faltering slightly at the effect the excitement was having on her physically, "my parents were murderers Cain. They killed so many people. The Sagebrushes are some of the darkest wizards in America. They're like your-your-Lestranges or your bloody Carrows. Whatever your famous dark families are? That's mine," she could feel her body shaking now, feeling the blood dripping down her forehead again. "They did this to me," she said, throwing her metal arm out in front of her, free of makeup since Ambrosia and Ashley had washed it clean, "nice, isn't it? It's not a cover, it's not paint. My entire arm was replaced. Not because it needed to be for any medical reasons, no, because it was a tradition."
She groaned then, clenching her fists in frustration. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand for much longer and she was angry about that. She would literally not be able to stand her ground. Her hand flew to her side and she clutched the wound there as she went on, "so yeah, I haven't given you all the information. But don't you dare judge me for that Cain Edge. Don't-" and there it was. Her legs finally gave out under her and she fell to her knees, her hands slamming onto the cold floor in front of her as she started to sob, her entire body shaking. She kept her eyes on the floor as she spoke again, her tone coming out ragged and shaky. "I don't want to fight with you. I love you," she said, lowering her forehead to the floor.
@cainedge
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Mar 18, 2016 14:01:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 14:01:30 GMT -7
Marcia didn't hear him coming and was surprised to find his hand stopping her head from touching the ground. She lifted her eyes to his as he started to speak but before she could protest his words he was doing more magic without his wand, this time on her forehead. She took in a sharp breath as a slight wave of cold swept over her, but her head stopped throbbing. It still hurt, but she could tell the bleeding had stopped. She sat up slightly as he reached to press a hand ot her side and did the same spell there. As he did so, she reached up and placed it on his cheek. He spoke then of how he loved her too. He asked for her forgiveness and she shook her head but waited for him to lower his gaze before speaking.
She knelt up a little taller in order to be at eye level with him, "please, don't apologize. I shouldn't have yelled at you..." she said, her own gaze lowering to the floor. "I should have told you all this sooner. I just... I liked the way you looked at me. Like you didn't know who I was... because you didn't. And that's not fair," she sighed, sliding her hand off his cheek and down to his shoulder all the way until she reached his hand at the end of his arm. She clasped it, "they tortured me because one of them is my half sister... or something. I don't know, I just found out today. I don't know why they hate me so much," she felt a sob catch in her throat and she gently started to slide her hand out of his in order to reach both hands up to either side of his face, "but we need to be on the same side, Cain. I want to be on your side. I'm the one who should be sorry. I should have told you everything. Please, please forgive me," she begged, her eyes brimming with tears again.
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