Topic: Discarded Destiny... (Forgetting Fate)

Martyr · Date: 2013-02-25 06:04 EST

((This is a Story Line Thread created for Sadhbh's Forgetting Fate storyline.))

Fate, destiny, luck" None of these were things Martyr cared about, nor did she believe in. For, if there were such things, it would prove that the universe hated her existence. It meant that the road that she had been traveling on, had been purposely trying to destroy her" It meant that the betrayal, the lost memories, lost loves"and well, the loss in general"were all supposed to happen. Martyr liked to think she created Max"with Valcroix's help, of course"and not some unknown, and certainly sadistic force"

Imagine just how unsurprised the immortal was when an arrow went flying into her heart, the head piercing the pulsing organ. "Hngh!" Martyr groaned out as her body flew back from the force, blood sputtering up from her lips. What hurt more than an arrow moving through one's flesh?"gripping ahold of it with a hand, and tearing it the opposite way. Martyr screamed in agony as her body began to bleed out, felt the clutches of death singing at her ears and swimming in her vision. Then, as if someone pressed rewind, her wounds began to sew themselves up. The blood staining her clothes was without a wound to be claimed by"though some of it swam back into her flesh. Vibrant violet peepers scanned around for her attacker, looking in every crevice of the alleyway.

It wasn't necessary to look everywhere, she'd find out. "Caia "Martyr" Slane, I have come for you?" It was a man, dressed completely in black with a hood covering most of his face save for two, dark green orbs that were pressing the weight of his heavy pupils right into the incapacitated immortal. His lengthy form stood only a few feet away, away casting his shadow from his form (which was easily six feet in length) overtop her rangy seemingly weightless form. Martyr rubbed her eyes, swallowed hard, and then looked again. Nope, he was still there. The illustrious girl parted copious lips to speak, but was quickly halted by the man who seemed to answer her question before it was asked. "I am someone from your past, and no' You do not remember me, nor will you ever, but I remember you? I know all about your"lovely abilities" I am here to kill you?"

Martyr's eyes widened, her lips parted in a gaping, horrified fashion. Kill her" There were ways, she knew" If he had that information, then she was doomed before she set out"but surely she wasn't stupid enough to open up and tell him how to take her down. "W-well then" I g-guess y-you're w-welcome t-to t-try?" The girl offered her broken lyrics for his own displeasure. Then her hand transformed into a metal talon, and she glared up at him, clenching her hand into a tight fist. Amethyst orbs stared him down from her seemingly helpless state.

The girl's confrontations drew out a rumbling laughter that started in the gut, and bellowed from the man's mouth. "A martyr that puts on a brave face, huh' Now, that's cute?" The nameless man cooed softly to her. His shadow began to wrap around her, paralyzing her body within its dark coils. Martyr cried out and struggled as her claw began to bat at the unattainable obscurities. It was to no avail, the moment the darkness wrapped around that rangy wrist, her arm had been forced to transform back. It was a painful experience, being forced to convert. It left Martyr screaming for mercy.

"STOP IT!?

Martyr · Date: 2013-02-25 06:46 EST

"You stop it' Stop struggling!" Closing in on her useless, captured form, he cupped his hand across her chin and squeezed. "So it's true" The living weapon, Martyr, back from the dead?" The man said, inspecting her twice over with a tilt of head and a rise of brows. Martyr stared up at him with wide eyes, trying to jerk her face away and glare. "Yes" There it is, the girl" Trying to fight her fear" Trying to fight her destiny?" The man laughed, his head tilting back and his face twisting with some strange pleasure. "But you can't fight fear any more than you can fight destiny my sweet, sweet little Martyr" And your destiny, I'm afraid, is to lose"by my hand, of course. Then again, you knew that' You've always known you were a loser" Always known you couldn't fight' Now all that's left is for me to kill you? Wouldn't you say?"

"Then d-do it' Stop r-rambling and k-kill m-me already?" Martyr said, her violets shimmering within the moonlight as she stared up at him.

"With a name like Martyr you sure act too big for your boots" Do you have a spine after all, my dear?"

Martyr stared up at him with a glower that if she were any more than what she was, might have made him turn to stone. She wasn't. And he didn't. "M-maybe y-you should l-look up the w-word m-martyr" I'm n-not afraid to d-die" I w-will f-fall somed-day, and w-when it h-happens" It w-will b-be so that others c-can stand up t-to p-people like y-you?"

A ringed knuckle found itself across Martyr's mouth, cutting it wide open. The blood fell, but the wound closed. Martyr allowed barely a whimper's response to his assault. "If you believe that, then you really are a fool, Caia?" Those violet orbs didn't falter against the darkened greens of her newfound master's. "But fear not, when I kill you it will be painless, and it will not happen on this night' You are a weapon, and it's your handler I seek to kill" You two, together really are the only ones who can stop me, you see" I'm afraid I cannot let that happen. I am destined to reign supreme over your village, and you two will die together by my hand?"

"M-my h-handler" W-who' I d-don't even know w-what y-you're t-talking ab-bout?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you do' Somewhere in that head of yours, locked away, you remember her" You two are strong together, your souls function as one" She loved you once, and you loved her....It won't matter whether you remember her or not' She'll find you? Now?" The man's hand twitching to signal the shadows to travel up her body, and crawl into her eye sockets. Martyr screamed out in agony. "SEE HER FACE!"

As the darkness invaded her, she fainted, but not before struggling against it with every ounce of her will. She was left on the ground" An easy kill for the man, but, he had his tastes. They needed to be together" He needed to kill them both' For now, he'd let her dream about her and he'd return when they found one another"

It was like a dream' Perhaps a forgotten memory of the past' "Hey' Don't look at me?" A soft, unsure voice rang out. The girl, spun around in a swim suit. Was this her handler" Dark tresses of hair that outshined her own mocha by several shades clung to her body. Pale skin woke with goose bumps as her arms attempted to cover her wiry form and at the same time, restore some lost warmth. Then there were those eyes"green, dazzling with something that brought out the purest of emotions from the sleeping girl. Martyr wanted to speak, to call out her name"but she didn't know it' She wanted to touch her"but she couldn't reach. Martyr was left to dwell in her own emotions and watch the shy girl continue on in whatever memory this was" With a locked-up throat, and a paralyzed body, Martyr struggled harder than ever to speak to the girl"or at least wake up...

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It had taken some time, but Martyr finally stood to her feet, scrambling to get from the awful place. Was it a dream' Did she faint' The arrow that had pierced her chest, was nowhere to be found....Her clothes" Martyr looked. They were bloody as ever...

"S-so it w-was r-real..." And then she was sprinting from the area...

Meike · Date: 2013-03-24 07:11 EST

There wasn't much of an appreciation for what she was watching" Perhaps because it wasn't Caia" Perhaps because Caia was long dead and replaced with this"Martyr" It disgusted her. She disgusted her. How nice she was, how timid she was and the repulsive way she shied from confrontation' Then there was her face" That beauty' It was unmistakably Caia's face....Flawless, unable to hold a scar or blemish, and it alone was enough to draw a smile to the warrior's lips. Not that there weren't changes she'd make" Thinner eyes to wipe that dumbfounded expression away was the main thing the girl might adjust.

Meike had taken to hiding, and merely watching the woman. One might call her a stalker, but she preferred "obsessed observer" over the former. It had been a few weeks that she'd been back to this place to seek out the woman that was rightfully hers; and in those two weeks she had been secretly spying on the immortal" Caia was her weapon, and she, her handler"and"once upon a time"they were lovers and the immortal belonged to her in every aspect of the phrase....How she longed for those days to come back, and for Martyr to fizzle away into Caia again. It burned her up to see Caia transform into Martyr" That she was making plans to marry, and that she had a child. There was possessiveness when it came to the girl, something she couldn't"wouldn't"control"

She often dreamt of Caia returning to her, taking the time to seek her out for once. The day that the woman had disappeared from the village and taken part of the warrior's heart with her, was the day that Meike, too died. Hopes had been restored when she saw that flawless face a year's time ago, but shattered all the same when she'd found out that along with Caia's memory of her, the immortal had died and Martyr was birthed...

Up in the tree, Meike sat, watching Martyr sit in the Glen, where she often sat. Not that anybody would know, because the immortal always sat alone" Perhaps it was her quiet place" The tree branch broke, and Meike found herself sailing toward the ground. It was an easy save of her physical form however her cover had been blown. A grunt escaped her lips in annoyance, as she dusted off her pants and straightened herself out.

**Done with the help of Martyr's player!**

Martyr · Date: 2013-03-30 05:47 EST

Ayasha was who she'd been tending to in the Southern Glen. Letting the baby fox run around and play. The two had been sitting by the lake in their downtime, and the fox cub was filling her belly with mouthfuls of water at a time, lapping and licking at the cool, still water. Martyr, however, couldn't get passed the thought of how many people must swim in the lake, how few of them wore clothes, and what was worse" How people tended not to get out to go to the bathroom....Yeah, she'd be sticking with the bottled water—though Ayasha seemed to like the lake's water more. She was still wild, after all"orphaned, but feral all the same.

It showed in the fox's mannerisms. How she played too roughly, and constantly broke the skin upon Martyr's pale hands....It didn't bother the immortal, for what was a tiny bit of flesh for someone who just grew it back" "Slow d-down, Ayasha.." The immortal did beg the fox, though she knew it was futile. "Y-you're g-going to g-get a b-belly ache and I'm n-not g-going to rub it f-for you, M-missy.." Martyr whispered softly, and Ayasha totally believed her. Looking back her way and blinking with coal, sarcastic eyes.

The back-and-forth with the cub was cut short at the sound of a break, and inevitable fall rang out behind her. Martyr froze, heart pounding and screaming at her not to look back"to grab the fox, hell"leave the damned creature and run" If only Martyr listened to her heart' Leaving the fallen person was out of the question; let alone leaving Ayasha to fend for herself. The immortal was anything but rude.

Slowly, she'd turn her mocha dressed head, and peer at the woman with dark hair, green eyes"and all the warning signs flared in her head. Violet eyes widened at the sight of her, and she recognized her immediately. The girl from her dream"her handler. Dumbfounded, was the only way to pronounce her expression at the moment'dumbfounded with a side of horrified. Once again, her heart was telling her to run, and not only for her own sake, but for the sake of the emerald-eyed beauty standing over her.

She spoke softly, "Y-you c-can't b-be here?"

Meike · Date: 2013-04-02 02:34 EST

Meike stared down at Martyr. She was surprised by her words, and the raising of her eyebrows portrayed it perfectly. She shouldn't be here" The handler had been following the weapon for weeks and not once"not once did she speak to anyone like that' It burned her up and at the same time, impressed her. Perhaps there was hope for Martyr after all" She wasn't Caia. That was certain" There might be hope, though. "I'm sorry' Do you own this place?" Meike asked, with obvious attitude. Arms folded across her chest. She knew Martyr had been drained of memories, for she had been overhearing many conversations....So why did she seem to know Meike" The way she stared at her...It was like"

She'd seen a ghost'

"What do you know?" Not a phrase, but a question. A demand.

Martyr · Date: 2013-04-02 03:38 EST

Martyr's eyes widened at the woman's aggressive demeanor, and the poor girl began sputtering broken lyrics from trembling lips. "O-oh, n-no' I d-didn't m-mean' I d-didn't m-mean y-you c-couldn't b-be here, like r-right here" I only m-meant y-you shouldn't b-be around" N-never mind?" The girl hung her head in defeat' Her cheeks burned with a fire that couldn't be extinguished; it was the flame of embarrassment and only tender acceptance would put it out'somehow she didn't see it coming from this woman.

When the demands of knowledge met her ears, she responded only with silence for a few minutes" Long enough for the girl to get annoyed or even respond impatiently. "I know w-who' w-what y-you are" You're m-my handler, r-right?" Martyr asked, keeping her eyes to Meike's feet. "W-we used t-to be in love, or s-something" F-fight as m-me as y-your weapon' Is that r-right?? The doe-eyed dame stared at her.