Post by cain izzak terror on Feb 25, 2009 1:44:15 GMT -5
fueled by hatred dragging
DEAD BODIES UP REALLY STEEP HILLS.
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It was after a good old round of dodge ball when Cain slipped into the boy's changeroom. The game, without a doubt had been brutal and the petite wolf-swain had inflicted as much damage on his opponents as possible. He left one fellow with a bloody nose after he whipped the ball straight into his face ; causing to get a penalty and getting booted off the game field. Whatever.
Cain glided towards his locker and fiddled around with the lock until he got the right code and popped the door open. Pulling out his gym bag he rummaged through it for a bottle of shampoo. After that he tugged off his shirt whilst heading towards the showers. Resting the shirt on a bench, he looked down at himself with a disgusted sneer.
His porcelain skin and lean body would've been perfect if it didn't have a collection of scars all done his bag, with scissoring like slashes that someone had intentionally caused. Cain glanced down at himself and traced the scar that lead from his collar bone all the way down to his navel. The mark was faint and barely noticeable but had the shine of damaged skin that had healed over, and could be seen in the right light. Painful memories swam back to him and could see himself in his minds eye when he was a small lad.
He was about the age of ten, what his memories took him back to.
The left side of his face was badly mangled and hurt every time he blinked. A scar had fused the lid of his eye to his cheek, making the muscle's in his face ache. His right eye was somewhat operable, but had a strange haze over it similar to a cataract . He had been beaten so badly two years before by his father that the lining of the cornea of his right eye had been severely damaged. His left eye had been blinded several years before that by another beating but from his own older brother Noir.
Cain wasn't able to see much more than shadows and blurs.
Not that he care much really. At least he didn't have to look at his own reflection nor the disgusted stares from others as he shuffled across an old, crowded street in the marketplace. In his left hand he held three silver coins that he kept with him and headed straight to the bakery. It wasn't much but it was his. One of his siblings had dropped it in the Vila of their home and Cain had snatched it after one of the other scapegoats of the pack had to pick them all up and give them back to his brother. But Cain had managed to get a bit of money. His stomach growled hungrily as he shuffled towards the bakery. He could smell the delicious fumes of freshly baked bread wafted towards him, and his stomach growled loudly as it churned in pain.
As he moved towards the small shop he could hear people curse him as he drew near. Saw their shadows scurry away from him. He didn't care. Cain knew how repulsive he was. He'd been told so since the hour of his birth. And for what , because he was born with silver orbs ?
Had he ever been given a choice, he would have left himself, too. But as it was , he was stuck in this lame, scarred body.
He just wished he could go deaf as well as blind. Then he wouldn't have to hear their ringing insults.
As he approached the bakery stand he walked up to a young man. But before he could get close enough, something hard hit him on the back of his head and he fell onto his face against the ground. He grunted in surprise and slowly tried to pull himself up to his feet. But alas his damaged leg wouldn't bend but only caused pain to shoot through-out his entire body. He hissed softly but got himself to his feet before he realized his money had escaped him. No ! His mind screamed as he went to grave it but got smacked upside the head once more.
"Get out of here !" A man growled as he swatted Cain with the broom.
Cain wasn't able to move quick enough before the end of the broom handle jabbed in between his shoulder blades. He yowled and rolled onto his back, before hoping up and using a clawed hand to swat at the man who hurt him. Black claws extended from a dainty, pale hand and made contact with flesh. Cain froze as he felt warm liquid gush over his hand and before he could pull away the man had screamed in utter-most pain. Shaken and afraid Cain made a run for it, forgetting about his money and dashed through the marketplace. No sooner he was tackled down and dragged to his fathers Vila. None of the towns folk knew of Cain's father and the wolf pack, given how everyone else was human. If they found out the Lords of this small town where actually dogs, they'd all be attack. Not that they humans would be any match against a group of were-wolves. . .
Cain was dragged into the fortier of the large mansion and dropped onto the cool marbled floor. Servants of the house called for Cain's father and the alpha appeared seconds later. The town's people complained about the man's 'slave' and demanded for some consequences. The guards took him then into the courtyard, tied to a pool and stripped of his clothes. He wasn't prepared for what came next as one guard picked up a nine-tailed whip. Wiggling Cain tried to get away but it wasn't any use. For hours he was tied down and beaten countlessly.
Then his father had arrived and told the guards to stop. Cain slowly lifted his head, white blonde locks drenched in blood and stuck to the sides of his face.
"You're worthless."
Cain caught a silver glint of a knife and froze. His good eye widenend slightly as his father came closer with the knife. The boy couldn't do anything but whimper softly and didn't have much time before the knife dug into his chest and carved all the way down to his navel. Cain's lips parted in a silent gasp, eye wider and tears starting to build up. Entrails and blood gushed out and onto the floor at his feet, pooling there. He couldn't speak, couldn't move - but he didn't feel anything as he looked down and saw what he was really made up of. Face paling the realization hit him hard and he screamed in agony. The only thing he remembered before he blacked out from blood loss was his fathers smug face, twiddling with the knife between his fingers and laughing at his son.
Cain came back to the present with a sharp gasp and clenched his eyes shut tight, wanting to banish the thoughts. He ran his hand over the scar once more, remembering how long it took for him to heal, and how much time he had to spend in bed, waiting for his blood count to go back up. After all of that, he still stayed with his father up until he couldn't take it any longer ; the beatings, the hurtful and smart-ass comments, Cain snapped and brutally ended the man's life.
Now here the wolf-swain stood infront of one of the showerheads, staring at his feet before he quickly tugged off his shorts and knickers, throwing those as well onto a bench before turning the shower on. At first the water was cold and he jumped in surprise with a yelp. Stepping out of the stream he turned the focets until the water turned scolding hot before he walked into it again. Instantly his pale skin turned a pinkish color. But the water didn't bother him as it would with anyone else.
status , done && open ! (:
song , stop the fuckin' car CIRCA SURVIVE.
