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May 29, 2019 17:47:30 GMT
Post by Veronica Wright on May 29, 2019 17:47:30 GMT
| | 'I'm a monster' | | Veronica had the same bland routine that she considered somewhat punishment for her literal hand in her brother’s gruesome demise. She would forever remember the agonizing scream coated in gold for as long as the nights allowed her to live through the traumatic night. She couldn’t remember the last time she woke without being absolutely soaked with sweat and fearful that her demons would reach out from the dark corners of the small room and drag her to hell for what she’d done wrong. In the past few weeks she’d gone from fearing the dark to eradicating it, the dim light overhead was never truly switched off. And yet, she still feared her demons as if they’d wreck vengeance through every ounce of light. She felt evil for something she could not control, it made her wonder if the demons were out for her because of her actions or because they sought her in their ranks. These were the fears of a young girl who had everything and lost herself for an act of heroism that ended up solidifying her brother in an eternal hell.
There wasn’t much in her small apartment, the awful wallpaper was tearing free of the wall. The ugly desk in the corner was chipped at the edges and the varnish long scratched off by the previous tenant. Atop it’s rickety top sat her only connection to someone she deemed safe in her company, at least not in person. The window was forever half open and half closed, it’s hinges stuck and revoltingly rusted. There was a single couch in the corner with a small stack of books, all of them based in worlds where dreams and reality entwined in wonderful fantasy. A world where she could escape from the cruel reality around her. She supposed with her ability she could have lived a far grander life, something alike the one she left behind but she was on the run from her sister and everyone who wanted her locked up for murder. She feared every stranger’s peering eyes and found herself awfully secluded in a small apartment barely holding together at the seams. It was her prison, one where she punished herself in mental terrors of remembrance. She hated herself more than any other person ever could.
Veronica `grabbed a leftover slice of pizza from the counter in the corner opposite the cough and the door to the bathroom before lowering herself into a wooden chair facing the laptop. Her fingers worked routinely until she found herself glancing at her only connection to another human being. The short conversations she had convincing a nearby pawn shop owner that the golden rock she’d sold him was simply a family heirloom and not stolen property were brief and annoying. He didn’t trust her until she simply asked for enough money to survive the week, not nearly what the rock was truly worth.
Her lips tilted into a small, stiff smile at the sight of the laptop screen. More than anything, Veronica missed having actual conversations but she feared hurting others too much. She wore thick leather gloves when she was outside, walked a distance from every other soul and didn’t dare glance at anyone she didn’t need to converse was. She was a scared, lonely girl who lived with her own regret and hate. There was some outlet however, a friend who she couldn’t hurt. Not that she truly considered anyone friends. Simply an acquaintance she could truly converse with.
Instant message session started:
Goldengirl25: Morning. Hope your night was more eventful than mine x.
She waited patiently, tapped her finger to a crumbled piece of paper on the corner of the desk with intent. It started at the corners first and then shifted over the entirety of the object. It turned to gold. Solid gold that left her somewhat pleased that there was a measure of control over her mutation. Until a dove took a nose dive into the dirty window, she visibly jumped from the sudden thud and slammed her palm over the table. Of course, the fear and adrenaline forced a self defence sort of reaction and her mutation overtook the wooden surface. Before she knew it, she was facing a solid gold desk and found herself awkwardly ducking her face into her palms.
“Fuck!”, a whispered shout left her lips as she tried to calm her beating heart. “How the hell am I gonna get rid of you”, she poked at the table with an annoyed huff. How was she going to explain this to her landlord? She didn’t even notice a response of her friend, all because of one uncoordinated fucking bird.
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May 29, 2019 20:16:39 GMT
Post by Havoc on May 29, 2019 20:16:39 GMT
There was a time when Dominic found himself innocent. Back when his mom was still alive and he had hope for a future. He wanted to work with animals. A love for the little creatures had always brought a smile to his face. He had decided he was going to go to school to become a veterinarian.
That seemed like a long time ago. Back before blood soaked his knuckles and he carried a gun. Now he was nothing more than a thug. A criminal and a scumbag not worthy of being a role model of his little sister Naomi. The kid was all he had. He never knew who his pops was. That asshole bailed out when he was nothing more than a little pink line on a pregnancy test. There was a big age difference between them. Dominic was 23 and Naomi was only 8. Suddenly he found himself raising a kid by himself with cancer stole away the only role model he ever looked up too.
Shit. It was just the same. Statistics said he was going to end up in a gang anyways. Coming from a poor neighborhood where the cops didn't give a shit about you.... It was up to you to brandish your own street justice. Popping off on a fool and gunning them down meant someone came shooting back at you and your people. It was a violent circle and it went around and around, but the money wasn't bad. Boosting cars and stealing stereos kept his little sister in clean Dora the Explorer t-shirts and put applejacks on the breakfast table. They weren't living like kings, but they were getting by.
Dominic sighed as he came home. Sticking his key into the lock and opening the door to find another bill stuffed through the mail slot. Bending over to pick it up he looked at it with tired eyes. Past due. Fuck. I just paid them! He thought as he tossed the bill on the side. He could hear movement in the back of the house and quickly he stuck his gun in the closet. Retrieving it from the back of his sweatpants where it was hidden. He stuffed it in an old shoebox.
"Dom. Is that you?" He heard a voice call out. "Yeah, Misses K. It's me. Thanks for watching Naomi for me." He said calling out to the disembodied voice with no owner. Then around the corner came his elderly neighbor. Man, she was a god send. Taking time to handle some street business meant he needed to find a sitter and Misses K was always available to watch her. Dom figured she missed the human connection. Her husband had passed on and she had nothing to do but sit and watch the kids on the street. Must've been lonely. "She's already eaten and she has quite the little ego beating me twice in monopoly." She said patting Naomi on the back. "You're terrible at that game." The little girl honestly replied.
"Aye! Why don't you get ready for bed little shorty I'll come in and read to you in a minute. Thanks Misses K. You really saved my but tonight." Dominic said. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he needed a sitter so he could go out and kill someone. Yes, Dominic was a murderer but it wasn't by choice. He was foolish enough to get tangled up in a gang because the promise of a payday when he really needed it was too good to pass up. He should have gotten a job flipping burgers or something because now they owned him. If he hadn't found a way to kill that guy.... It would have been his little sister with fresh slugs in her. That was the way it worked with The Bastards. The Bastards were a street gang that owned his ass. Now, he was just a puppet cashing checks paid for with blood money and doing what he had to, to keep his sister healthy and alive.
Naomi left to go get ready for bed, when Misses K looked down and gasped at Dominic's shoes. They had blood on them. "Oh, that's ketchup. I stopped for a burger on the way back home. Goodnight Misses K. I'll call you tomorrow alright?" He said ushering her out the door before she had a chance to form any questions. Fuck. He locked the door behind her and quickly kicked off the shoes. He didn't need baby girl seeing all that. Moving through the house he went upstairs and went to Naomi's bedroom to read to her. She was already in bed. Lights out and everything. "Oh what? So you getting to old for me to read to you huh?" Naomi looked at him from the dark. "Yeah, but leave my night light on okay? I don't want the boogey man to find me."
Dom frowned. "He's not going to find you. And can I tell you a secret?" He looked at her and she nodded slightly. "The boogey man works for me. He just prowls the house sometimes to make sure we're both safe." He lied. "Like a body guard?" "Exactly little mama. Not get some sleep. You got school tomorrow." He said tucking her in. Turning on the night light for her Dominic shook his head and walked down the hall. His bedroom was at the other end of the hall and he needed to unwind.
That's when his phone buzzed off.
Instant message session started:
Goldengirl25: Morning. Hope your night was more eventful than mine
Darkpassenger23 is typing...….
Dark passenger23: Aye. Been thinking about you. Night was shit. Could use a friendly voice in my ear. What happened with you?
Dominic sat there a few moments staring at his phone. The soft glow lighting up his face as he closed the door to his bedroom. Kicking off his pants and pulling off his hoody he got comfortable and slipped into his silk sheets. So far this was just a friendship. Nothing had ventured far into romantic lanes, though he wouldn't have been opposed. The only thing though... Neither of them knew what the other looked like.
It was purely intellectual. He talked her up when she was feeling down and he had shared a little bit too. About his mom's death and raising his kid sister. Giving up college trying to be a provider when she had no one else to turn too... It felt good to get some of this stress off his chest and just tell it to someone who was understanding and willing to listen. Dominic didn't tell her he was a member of the Bastards. She thought he worked at a super store as a cashier.
Darkpassenger23: Come on...Don't clam up on me now. Tell me why your day was bad. Give me a reason...And I'll make you smile.
He said trying his best to be cute and flirty. It was harmless and he would never introduce someone into his little sister's life unless it was serious. Dominic had a few girls that he messed around with, but it was never anything physical. And nothing recently. No, he stopped talking to them when he first started talking to the mysterious golden girl.
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Post by Veronica Wright on Jun 3, 2019 8:20:52 GMT
| | 'I'm a monster' | | There was a bittersweet smile atop Ronnie’s lips as she read the words half a dozen times. She was scared to respond even though he was quite obviously safe from her, she feared herself more than she did her demons. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard with a fearful shake until the dove darted right back into the dirty window pane. She sat upright, concerned at the poor animal’s coordination and found him sitting outside on the small ledge just past the window looking at her. Her open palm gestured annoyed at the small animal, “Do you even have aim?”, it twisted it’s little head sideways before pecking the glass and darting off. He almost appeared to be as annoyed with her as she was with it.
She turned to look at her laptop when a small notification sounded, another message that left a ghosting grin on her full lips. He was the only friend she truly had, albeit a friend whose face was as much a mystery to her as hers was to him. She knew some details about his life as he did about hers. She told him that she was hiding from her family because of their estranged relationship, not that her sister wanted her dead or locked up for accidentally killing her brother. Ronnie told him how she was fearful of new people but she didn’t tell him it was because she feared herself, feared that she would be their demise. Again. She didn’t tell him she was a mutant but she wanted to, not because she wanted to confess the whole truth but because she yearned to tell someone so she could know if it would lessen the burden or regret and sorrow.
Goldengirl25: Morning. Hope your night was more eventful than mine
Dark passenger23: Aye. Been thinking about you. Night was shit. Could use a friendly voice in my ear. What happened with you?
Darkpassenger23: Come on...Don't clam up on me now. Tell me why your day was bad. Give me a reason...And I'll make you smile.
Goldengirl25: Honestly. Haven’t been sleeping too well these past few days, thinking I need someone to knock me out for a bit.
Veronica chuckled softly to herself, she wondered in all honesty what it would feel like to talk to someone in person again but fear was always there, lurking in the shadows of her mind. Once again though, she only offered him a half truth in a desperate effort to rid her heart of the heavy weight that anchored her in fears and demons that haunted her every dream. She wasn’t sleeping well these past few days, it was true but in all actuality, she wasn’t sleeping well for a very long time even before all that. Still, there was a slight relief in confessing her most recent troubles to someone who was seemingly safe from her and the horror of her mutation.
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Post by Havoc on Jun 3, 2019 16:17:36 GMT
Dominic waited patiently for goldengirl to finish typing her message. He sat quietly thinking about all the choices in his life up until this point. The only good thing he had ever done was looking after his little sister.
If goldengirl knew him, i mean really knew him. He wasn't entirely sure she would turn away in disgust. But that was kinda the beauty of an internet friendship. He didn't have to justify himself to her because she didn't have to know every one of his deep dark secrets.
Goldengirl25: Honestly. Haven’t been sleeping too well these past few days, thinking I need someone to knock me out for a bit.
Darkpassenger23: That's not good. I can't imagine anyone wanting to do that. But if you're not sleeping well. I have plenty of room over here in my bed. It could use a woman's touch....
Dominic was honestly a bit nervous. He hadn't really dared to push the bounderies of their friendship to new and exciting places yet, but he wondered......
Darkpassenger23 is typing....
Darkpassenger23: By the way... You should send me a picture. Bet your beautiful. After the crappy day he had, he wouldn't have minded at all a little honest to goodness attention from a beautiful creature with a beautiful spirit.
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Post by Veronica Wright on Jun 12, 2019 5:09:28 GMT
| | 'I'm a monster' | | She found herself actively blushing at the words she read. Her cheeks were a perfect match for the red hair softly cascading down her back, but amidst the warmth to her skin there was a smile on her lips. A genuine, carefree smile. At least for a few blissful seconds until her mind ran laps around her in worrisome fear for a undecided future. There was something surreal and attractive about the stranger, something unique to a friendship built solely on words and masked honesty and yet she couldn’t put a face to the name without feeling her chest close in on her. The walls of her mind felt thick and unrelenting as she thought about the horrid possibility of turning a good soul who slowly remedied hers to solid gold. It was a crime she could not commit again, a ruthless act of a scared girl that haunted her near every thought. It was a living nightmare and yet, his name broke light through the darkness of her inner demons. It was confusing and overwhelmingly wonderful to Ronnie every time she thought of it.
Goldengirl25 is typing….
Goldengirl25: It’s a tempting offer, I might take you up on it
The words left a nervous joy inside her, something she’d grown accustomed to talking to him. The nerves however were new, a unique addition to the risky leap over the boundaries of the built friendship. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was a good idea giving form to the thoughts in her mind but she couldn’t mask all the truths that littered her tongue.
She contemplated sending him a picture, a version of herself where he wouldn’t see the fate of all she touched but she was scared. Fearful that he might see her eyes and realize the darkness she believed to be in them or see the curled fists when her nails dug nervously into her palm. Nevertheless, she wanted to see him to. Know who was the person who barrelled through her walls with honest intentions but she wrote it off as the dream of a young girl who was only just growing used to disappointment.
Goldengirl25: Lets just say I’m a little camera shy, maybe I’ll show you in person. Someday
Someday? Tomorrow? Two years from now? Never? It all ran through her mind at an impossible pace but there was a glimmer of hope that left a soft smile on her rosy lips. Something only one person had managed to achieve in a very long time.
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Jun 14, 2019 22:51:37 GMT
Post by Havoc on Jun 14, 2019 22:51:37 GMT
As she said that she was possibly camera shy, Dominic got a strange feeling in his gut. What if she was telling lies. What if she wasn't who she really claimed to be? Sure, the chances were low that she was after his identity or anything that dramatic, but it was the internet after all. Still. He was more concerned about her not measuring up to the beautiful woman she had described herself as.
He was a man and no matter how platonic the friendship was, every man would have asked what she looked like. She described herself like a dream, and really that's what he had imagined. Even if she wasn't a beautiful redhead with perfect skin like his imagination told him she was, he would be okay with whatever she turned out to be.
Beyond the superficial of looks and attractiveness he had grown rather attached to this anonymous screen name that typed to him on his phone. Dominic thought about his next reply carefully. He was about to type something back but she started typing again saying maybe he could see her in person. A cocky smirk washed over his face as he turned on the smooth and instantly typed back.
Darkpassenger23 is typing.....
Darkpassgenger23: I'm free tomorrow. Pick you up from the Stedderson Library on main street at 4pm....Goodnight goldengirl. I'll see you tomorrow....
Dominic didn't give her a chance to turn his offer down. Instead he logged off of his account and sighed. Setting the phone on the nightstand beside the bed he actually stared at it for a while before falling asleep.
Not really concerning himself with the phone actually, but zoning out and thinking about their meeting tomorrow. Dominic couldn't tell you how long he laid there daydreaming before eventually falling asleep. It wasn't long though as his imagination took him off to dreamland.
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Jun 19, 2019 18:02:43 GMT
Post by Veronica Wright on Jun 19, 2019 18:02:43 GMT
| | 'I'm a monster' | | Ronnie couldn’t recall ever really feeling her chest close in around her like it did in that moment. The breath she inhaled caught in her throat and left her speechless, her gaze was awestruck and frightened all the same and she felt her fingers shake. To stop the shaking, she pressed her nails into the soft flesh of her palm and felt the painful break of skin as thin layer of blood coated the half moon indents. She wanted to meet him, there was no doubt about that but she was insanely fearful of what she could do to him whether it was intentional or not. Of all the people she still had in her life which roughly counted to a single soul that didn’t know the haunting details of her mutation, she didn’t want to end up hurting him in any way.
Her mind was racing so much that she couldn’t find a way to put her thoughts to words. She was scared though, a fear that was relentless and merciful as it raged across her mind. Ronnie was also excited at the idea of meeting someone who calmed her demons with simple words and support for a strange soul he hadn’t ever met. She stood up with a slight glare at the golden desk, as if it mocked her and the extent of her abilities.
Goldengirl25 is typing….
Her fingers typed random letters that didn’t make any sense, nerves drew her words to an immediate halt and she deleted it all in a brief second. She took a deep breath, felt her heart beat mercilessly against her rib cage and typed a final reply before she welcomed the terrors that haunted her dreams like the familiar ghosts that they were.
Goldengirl25: See you tomorrow. X
A simple response with an abundance of thoughts running laps in her mind. Veronica left it at that, drew her hair into a messy bun and slipped into the darkness of her bedroom. The curtains were thick, albeit torn in some places but it still left the place clouded in a thick darkness that swallowed her and her vibrant red locks in a quick instant. Her dreams were the same haunted nightmares that clawed at her sanity, images of her brother’s face contracted in terror, golden tendrils strangling her until she could barely breathe and pointed fingers all wanting her hung for the horrid crimes she committed.
Nevertheless, time passed painfully slow. Every second ticked by in what felt like an eternity. Her demons relented in the early morning hours when sleep no longer enveloped her. She spent the entire morning digging through the old tenant’s things in a large trunk in the corner until she found a soft quilt to hide the golden change of the desk before nervously rereading the address for their meet. She could hardly understand the contradicting thoughts raging in her mind. Nevertheless, when it was nearly time she found herself wrapping her fingers in thick leather gloves that seemed odd in the weather but she had no choice. It was her only hope to shield him from her touch and she wished dearly it was enough.
Ronnie tucked her signature red hair into a loose braid behind her before worriedly casting a glance at the barely visible golden table corner and shut the door in hope of leaving her fear right there. She wasn’t all too sure it was a smart choice to meet the charming stranger but she was compelled to follow the slight excitement bubbling in her chest. On the way there she bumped into an elderly lady and nearly felt her heart shatter at the mere thought of what could happen if she didn’t don gloves and yet her feet excitedly lead her path with a rapidly beating heart in tow.
She glanced up at the library with a soft sigh, decided the people inside were all too close for comfort and leaned nonchalantly against the wall instead. She hoped he would recognize her by her description alone but she wasn’t all too sure what to expect. Ronnie rubbed her gloved hands together with a nervous sigh and glanced at the people passing by with cautious terror in her gaze. It was the biggest risk she’d taken in months but it was a risk she needed to take, a risk to bring the demons that haunted her to a halt and drive the passion for life that she’d lost in the aftermath of an uncontrollable mutation.
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Post by Havoc on Jul 3, 2019 22:42:09 GMT
Dominic knew all about risks. He risked his life every day on the streets just to provide a life for his little sister. When their mother passed away and left his sister with him and him alone; Dominic was basically thrust into the role of father. His sister was something he had never told Veronica about.
Not that he was ashamed of her, but more of their conversations had been light. He didn't want to burden her down with too many of his own problems. She didn't know about the gang he was in. She didn't know that he was a single dad or even that he had a kid. He didn't share those things with her and thought it might have been constrewed as an insult to their connection he didn't want to scare away his one connection with the real world.
She was his whole social life in a sense. She was the only girl he was talking to. He wasn't some playboy stringing along multiple women. His mother had raised him with more respect for women than that. And though he was a gangbanging thug who had killed people before....It wasn't who he was as a person. Deep down he was a kind, caring guy who just wanted to do right by his kid. He was going to tell her today.
He was going to lay it all out on the line and hope that this friendship would blossom into more than just that. Because though he hadn't shared a deeply personal part of his life with her, there were things she was hiding from him too. Things she was afraid of him knowing. Dominic felt connected to her. She was funny.
God was she funny. She made him laugh when his hands were covered in blood and he returned home just hating the type of person he was. She had brought a smile to his lips. It was never even anything important either just stupid little things. Random little conversations that jumped from movies to tv to music to art, politics the girl just got him. Domic was wearing a black shirt with black jeans and sneakers. HIs hair was pulled back in braided dredlocks as he pulled up to the library.
This was it. Moment of truth. She had no idea what he even looked like. She never asked. Maybe because she never intended to meet him until he sprung this on her. He sat there staring out the window for a few long hard moments. He almost wanted to drive away. His stomach was twisting and turning in knots, and he almost.....That's when he saw her. God damn. Is that her? She was gorgeous.... Dominic parked the car and got out. His heart beating rapidly as he approached her.
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