ashes to ashes we all fall down [MARSHAL]

[helena alicia rush]

The school almost seemed to asleep, except for the few people out and about in the dead of night, not caring about getting in trouble if they were caught. Helena happened to be one of those few, she often was. she walked without fear of getting caught; everything was in darkness, and she was wearing all black, she doubted they would be able to see her if they tried. She kept her eyes on the floor as she walked, her hands stuffed into her pockets. She was still getting used to walking to places by herself, she didn’t have her brother as her shadow anymore making sure she wasn’t getting herself in trouble. She had never realized how much she actually needed his over-protectiveness before, not until he was gone and she was all of the sudden getting in trouble almost every five seconds. She wanted her protective shield back, the closest thing she had right now was Caspar, at least he claimed he was trying to keep her out of trouble, she just didn’t see it very much.

Sighing, she pushed any thoughts of her family or of Caspar out of her mind. She didn’t want to think of any of that right now, she would rather not confuse herself or get all depressed. She just needed some fresh air, to get out of her for a few hours and forget about everything. She was letting her feet take her where they wanted to go, and she would know where she was when she got there; hopefully at least. Coming up to the main doors, Helena clasped her fingers around the knob and turned, slowly letting the door open, and trying not to make any noise at the same time. It sort of worked, until Helena was outside of the door and shut it; it made a loud clicking sound when she did so. Oh well, she doubted anyone would come after her now, and if they did, she didn’t really care.

Sliding her feet to wherever she was going, she rarely picked them up, and rarely looked up either. The occasional time that she looked up was to make sure that she wasn’t accidentally about to walk into something, though the few street lamps game her some light to help her see where she was going. It seemed almost deadly quiet right now, it kind of freaked Helena out, because it was a little too quiet. She just expected someone to jump out and scream at any second, she was relieved when nothing happened by the time her feet stopped her. Looking up, she took in her surroundings. Swing sets, slides, and a tire swing that looked broken. A small smile crept onto her face, she was in the park. She had always loved going to parks before, but her brother had never let her come to this one before, because most people seemed to believe that it was haunted.

Helena broke into a sprint, going straight towards the swings. This was the perfect way to try and forget everything, just be a little kid again and o on the swings. She quickly hopped on, curling her fingers around the chain and swinging her legs back and forth to get some movement. Soon the swing was bring her higher and higher, and she started to go faster and faster. All thoughts that had been in her head before quickly dissolved away. She wanted to jump off now, she used to do it all the time, even though her mother always told her not to, and she wanted to do it once again. This time when she went up, she jumped off, or at least tried to, it ended up more of a fall than a jump. It was a half-jump, half-fall, one in which resulted in her ending up with her sprawled out on the ground and her face in the dirt. ”Ow.” she muttered, before a small laugh came out.

[marshal alex wolfe]

"The rest of your family had a knack for getting themselves into trouble also." The comment was dry and made in a voice that almost seemed to be drawling the words lazily. Sarcasm tainted the tone and made the words malevolent and almost frightening to listen to. He was accustomed to being outside in the dark and to listening to all the unsuspecting people walk past. They weren't to know that fear lurked only a few feet away and they weren't to know how easily disposable they were. He was leaning against the pole to the swings, watching the girl as she was spawled along the ground, obviously she was a little too clumsy for her own good, it was shocking. Even she was too innocent for this school, no wonder the rest of her family had been disposed of.

Slowly he walked over to her and his steps were intentionally slow. If she could feel the change of atmosphere, the new menace that now lingered in the air was intense and if she felt it then she would know something horible was about to happen. Crouching down beside her he extended a hand and brushed the air out o her eyes, although te touch was a little too sadistic to be confused with a caress. "Helena, i assume? Lets talk." At the end of his sentence the words became hard and cruel and his hand moved to her shoulder, wrenching her into a sitting position.

Marshal had been following Helena since she left the school, she was a fool to have left the school alone. Especially with the track record her family had, it was almost murder, almost suicide on her behalf to even contemplate leaving. Marshal had kept the the shadows and matched her pace, watching her all the while and plotting. She would not go near his brother and if she tried? He would stop her if it was the last thing he did. No, filthy human was going to taint his families lines. No filthy human was going to corrupt his brother. Marshal would stop this, it was the only option left.

[helena alicia rush]

A faint chill crawled up her spine at the sound of a voice, a voice that terrified her almost every time she heard it. Marshal’s. She didn’t like to show fear, or admit to being afraid, but she almost seemed to forget that whenever she saw him. And she hadn’t even seen him yet, only heard. She was dreading the actual seeing part, which was why she was choosing not to move right now. Maybe if she stayed still he would leave…or not. Her logic wasn’t that good, but it was mainly just wishing now. Having to hear him speak was bad enough, and with the words being about her family, well, that just made her mad as well as scared. She hadn’t noticed her hand curl into a fist seconds after he had spoke, but she was never going to use it, she wasn’t that stupid. Well..actually, she might be, but not tonight.

She could feel her heart start beating faster and her breathing speed up also as he walked closer. She couldn’t really hear him coming very well, but she knew he was, she just felt it, and it didn’t feel good at all. Actually, she felt like running away. Running away and find a place to hide, and just stay there. She didn’t have a good feeling about what was going to happen, but she also couldn’t get any of her limbs to work for her now. If only she would have ran while she still had the chance. Or just never of come outside at all. This all could have been avoided if she would have stayed inside, most likely at least.

Feeling the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes in her attempt to jump off the swing being brushed back, she felt another chill run down her spine. She was half tempted to shut her eyes and keep them closed right now, as tightly as possible, so she wouldn’t have to look at him. She would rather not have to talk to him either, but she doubted that would happen. And any chance of being able to get away with not looking at him diminished when she felt his hand on her shoulder, and then herself being forced up so that she was now sitting. ”Is there a second option?” she asked, slowing her breathing down and trying to keep her voice steady. Actually, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear a second option, knowing her luck, it would probably be worse.

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[marshal alex wolfe]

There was no chance that Caspar could come and prevent him from harming Helena at the moment for he was probably being his studious self. Hiding away in his dorm room and studying for an exam that was ears away, Marshal may have been exaggerating a little but the idea was still the same. They were alone and they were far enough away from the school that nobody would be able to come in time to stop whatever future events may take place. There was something not quite right in Marshal's head, something that made him love playing God. For he loved dictating who lived and who died and he loved making people's life hell when they were unsure what would happen and what the outcome of the meeting would be. Honestly, most people suspected him for being in th Execution Squad because of his sadism, however others thought him 'the obvious choice' and thus disregarded him as being part of the Squad. It was amusing to see the way some people worked things out, it was honestly stupid how they reached a conclusion.

It was too late for regret now, she couldn't go back and change the events that hd already happened. For some reason Marshal had the knowledge that she was regretting coming to the park tonight, but as said before - it was too late. She shivered in fear and it sent thrills up his spine, it was invigorating to know that after all these years antagonizing the school, he still had the ability to make others quake in fear. He still had that malevolent touch that everybody feared. Perhaps it was because he rarely repeated himself, be it actions or words. Marshal was as unpredictable as an autumn day. He could be hot or cold but then he could be somewhere inbetween. Nobody knew and nobody would ever find out.

"A second option? Always Helena, but i don't think Daddy could stand the other option." His words were hissed in icy tones and his mouth purred out her name. There was a patronizing tone in his voice as he continued to crouch down in front of her. He released his grip on her shoulder but his cold gaze told her without words that if she tried to run away then he would catch her within an instant. She would not like it, and quite possibly she would find it very, very painful. "Are you in love with my brother?" As always his quetion was blunt an this time his tone was tainted with curiosity aswell as malevolence. Helena would want to answer truthfully or this night could get very tiresome, very quickly.

[helena alicia rush]

Hearing him say her name like that caused a shiver to crawl up her back. She didn’t like him saying her name in the first place, or being anywhere near him for that matter, and it was just creepy hearing him purr out her name. She almost didn’t hear the rest of the sentence, but she had a hard time blocking out his voice, even with her thoughts, she was afraid to not hear it if he spoke to her. Her teeth clenched together when he said ‘daddy’, she was almost positive that he had something to do with at least one of her siblings dying, and she didn’t like him saying anything about her dad. Or any of her family…even if the rest was dead.

If she had thought before that she didn’t want to hear the second option, she was positive of it now. Helena was actually a little relieved that he didn’t say what it was, just made it sound like it would be bad. Which she was sure it would be. Now, if only he would just walk away and never talk to her again, preferably leaving her alive. At least he let go of her shoulder, that was a start, right? Maybe she could run away now and hide from him…yeah, one glance at Marshal and she knew that was never going to work. Maybe if she hugged him like she did everyone else she could get out of all of this? Yeah, she discarded that thought quickly, she did not actually have a death wish tonight –or any night- so there was no way she would touch him voluntarily.

Helena looked like a deer in headlights with that question. Did she love Caspar? She had a major crush on him, and has like him since she was a freshman, and even though he confused the shit out of her half the time, she still couldn’t help but want to be around him whenever possible. But did she love him? She wasn’t actually sure about that one. part of her told her to say ‘no’, but she didn’t want to flat out lie to him, because she had a feeling that he would be able to tell if she was. ”I..I don’t know.” the words came out more like a whisper than anything else, for once, fear not showing in her voice at all.

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[marshal alex wolfe]

Being in such a close proximity to her, made his skin crawl with the lust to end her life here and now. It would be so easy, she was breakable and it was his every urge, his ever need to kill her. Certainly it would end the troubles being produced with Caspar, his brother was becoming to soft and that was not acceptable with the Wolfe family. Besides, if Helena died now, it wold only take away the pain of her dying in the games. Eventually, she would go just as her family had before her it was inevitable. Helena was a Rush, and they were about as long lived as a moth, easily crushed and quite frequently ... that was what ended up happening.

Watching her shiver made a low and menacing chuckle escape from his throat, the sound itself was caressing and patronizing. Both Marshal and Helena knew the pecking order here, they knew that Marshal held control over this pathetic excuse for a human. How could she fight him? But Marshal knew something else, she would never let Caspar know because that would bring him into it. It would mean admitting that she was being 'tortured' because of her affection for a vampire, it would mean admitting how she truely felt about him. Perhaps he was just musing, but he didn't think that facing up to the truth was one thing that Helena was good at. She may have had guts, but eventually, Marshal would break her, just as he had broken her brother before her.

The way he watched her was like a hawk surveyed its' prey. His eyes never wavered, never blinked. Just continued staring at her in that dead, cold stare. It would become nerve wracking for her in the end for as he did not need to blink then he wouldn't. Marshal was a professional when it came to getting into the minds of his victims, he could easily figure out what made them tick and how to get them to react. Silence fell over the atmosphere when he had finished his sentence, it was almost as if she was contemplating not answering his question - that would be bad for her. At this thought his eyes narrowed, a glower placing itself upon his lips, to the extent where he was almost scowling at her although there was still that boredom, that blankness that lingered in his stare and his expression.

"You don't know? Dear, dear Helena. You are going to have to try much harder than that." His voice was deceptivly soft although there was still that menacing tone within it. His pale hand stretched out, grabbing her hand quickly so that she had no time to move away from him. His thumb caressed the skin on her hand, intentionally trying to scare her to intimidate her. "Lets try again shall we?" He hissed, his voice lower this time, a smirk playing upon his lips.

[helena alicia rush]

Having to be this close to Marshal just made Helena wish she could run and hide, be anywhere but here, preferably alive and anywhere but here. It made her think of everything she hadn’t done in her life yet and wanted to do, and how much she really, really didn’t want to die. Because being this close to him, made her feel like she was about to die at any second. She felt like he at least wanted to kill her, and doubted that he didn’t get what he wanted a lot. No, she guessed that he normally got what he wanted, and that just scared her a little bit more.

Everything in her body was telling her to run, to just get the fuck out of here, but she knew that was impossible. And hearing him chuckle made it seem even more impossible, it was like it sucked all hope out of her. The sound of it just made her feel like she couldn’t do anything at all. Which she knew was pretty much actually how it was, she couldn’t do anything. Not now, because he was the vampire, she was the human. He could kill her without a second glance, he could do anything to her, and she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Yeah, again, she really didn’t feel good about this, she felt terrified and kind of like crap.

He was fucking creepy. He just stared at her, and it was a really creepy stare. One that just scared the crap out of her. he just stared, and didn’t blink. She really wished that Caspar was staring at her right now instead of Marshal. Oh why couldn’t she have run into Caspar instead? He at least didn’t make her feel like she could die at any second, and his stares were not nerve-wracking like Marshal’s.

What!? She had tried! What did he mean try harder? She honestly didn’t know. Helena jumped, letting a small gasp escape her when she felt him grab her hand. She started shaking when she felt him start caressing her hand, she just wanted him to stop touching her. ”I told you I don’t know!” she said, her voice starting to shake. Tilting her head down, a thought crossed her mind. ”But I think I do love him…” she whispered, her voice still shaking. She really didn’t want him to know that, she really didn’t.

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