11-13-2014, 12:23 PM
The screams and the pain, the fear and the pain, Aria tried to reach for some semblance of good within her, to find Lucas. If only she hadn't' come alone...
But whatever she wanted, to be the person she could be, it failed to come. The pain and the fear, the suffering, it grew until there was nothing left. Aria could either wallow in it and feel sorry for herself, or she could embrace it. Become what Dane had created at a mere glance. Death.
Aria didn't want to be THAT person. But that person was the only one who was going to get out of this alive. Her own fears had turned full circle, she didn't want to be what could be. Her beliefs were her own. The Atharim had taught her to survive. It may not have been the right thing, but it was the only thing she new. To survive.
Aria could have reached for the darkness and the pain. But she made a choice. A choice to find the strength inside her. Aria did something she'd not really done since she had come to Moscow. On her knees in the little cell chained to the wall. The manacles biting into her wrists, Aria prayed. She thanked God for letting her find Lucas. For showing her that good can come from the depths of hell if you have the will to fight it.
Aria fought the darkness, the desire to kill him, the need to hurt him. Aria thought about the tiny flame that had once been her guide. Everything she fed into the flame. Every emotion but the strength Lucas had shown her. She thought of that first night they'd met. How he'd made her feel safe and loved and accepted. It was the memory she clung to as the world around her screamed for release. The girl on the screen screamed and cried, they had turned to a mere murmur by the end, and then it started over.
The red head's screams drilled down into the depths of Aria's soul. They pierced through her body and Aria wished she could send her hope. She had come to hunt a monster. But she intended to leave with the girl, to bring her home to her family.
All she had to do was get free...
But whatever she wanted, to be the person she could be, it failed to come. The pain and the fear, the suffering, it grew until there was nothing left. Aria could either wallow in it and feel sorry for herself, or she could embrace it. Become what Dane had created at a mere glance. Death.
Aria didn't want to be THAT person. But that person was the only one who was going to get out of this alive. Her own fears had turned full circle, she didn't want to be what could be. Her beliefs were her own. The Atharim had taught her to survive. It may not have been the right thing, but it was the only thing she new. To survive.
Aria could have reached for the darkness and the pain. But she made a choice. A choice to find the strength inside her. Aria did something she'd not really done since she had come to Moscow. On her knees in the little cell chained to the wall. The manacles biting into her wrists, Aria prayed. She thanked God for letting her find Lucas. For showing her that good can come from the depths of hell if you have the will to fight it.
Aria fought the darkness, the desire to kill him, the need to hurt him. Aria thought about the tiny flame that had once been her guide. Everything she fed into the flame. Every emotion but the strength Lucas had shown her. She thought of that first night they'd met. How he'd made her feel safe and loved and accepted. It was the memory she clung to as the world around her screamed for release. The girl on the screen screamed and cried, they had turned to a mere murmur by the end, and then it started over.
The red head's screams drilled down into the depths of Aria's soul. They pierced through her body and Aria wished she could send her hope. She had come to hunt a monster. But she intended to leave with the girl, to bring her home to her family.
All she had to do was get free...