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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Apr 7, 2009 1:12:13 GMT -5
I never expected my life to end this way. But, really, dying to protect someone I loved with all my heart and all of my soul? While dying's not high on my list of things to do, I'm kinda glad how it's gonna end. After all... I can't hate Trey for any of this.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Apr 7, 2009 1:12:37 GMT -5
This whole thing started when I was first developed through the Black Garden. It was.... my mother, I suppose you'd say. Siren and I were materialized at roughly the same time, so I guess she's my twin, even though she'd been dreamed up long before I was even thought of. Why am I mentioning her? She, too, plays a part in all this. In fact, a lot of my 'siblings' do. But I'll get to that later.
Now, the Black Garden is a bio-chemic laboratory deep in Vivi's mind. Who's Vivi? Oh, she's our 'biological mother', responsible for the creation of Black Garden itself. But anyway... The Black Garden gets its name from the tangle of black flowers surrounding the lab, masking it, so it looks like a right Eden. I guess that's where Vivi thinks we come from.
Maybe that's not so bad, really.
Only a few hours after Siren and I exited the Black Garden, fully developed and ready to associate, we were plunged into the world of Antique Lullaby Inn and Tavern, where we met all of Vivi's older children.
I got along with most of them, but to be honest, Psycho strikes my as..... odd. Siren doesn't like him, either.
A little while after this, more people start arriving. First Momo and her clan of children/siblings arrived and we met all of them. I've kind of figured out some of the relations, thanks to this visit.
And then he walked in.
As soon as he did, I felt my breath fly away. It's not that he was exceedingly gorgeous, but everything just made sense as to why I was there at that moment.
And when our eyes locked, I thought he felt it, too.
The moment was broken when Becca, another of Vivi's friends, pushed past him to get inside, and I realized everyone had been holding their breath for us, like they knew.
Feeling unnaturally shy for the first time since my creation, I scuffed the toe of my Converse sneaker against the floor, my right hand fingers fidgeting with the belts draped around my hips, their left counterparts tugging at the corner of my black shirt slightly.
I glanced up, underneath my lashes, and saw him nearby, playing with the loose, slightly crooked tie around his neck nervously with one hand, the other jammed in his jeans pocket.
He was watching me from underneath his red hair, and, having been caught, blushed almost twenty different shades of pink and red.
I took a quiet, deep breath, as though I were going to say something, but I didn't move. Well, until Siren pushed me towards him, tugging on a strand of my black hair, her fingers precisely at the point where the transition from black to toxic green began.
I winced slightly, but otherwise ignored her, plunging forward still, from the force of her push. Inevitably, I ran right into him, and to this day, I bet he still thinks I'm as headstrong as I seemed to be.
But as my dear twin knows, and holds over my head, that's not the truth. I'm a big mushy, gooey, easily embarrassed marshmallow inside a thick, hot magma shell. That was a bad comparison, but you get the idea, right?
Anyway, after muttering a hurried apology, I leaned against the wall beside him, forcing a cool expression onto my face in an attempt to fool him into thinking that I was in no way embarrassed by anything.
I think it worked a little too well. He always was kind of slow to catch things like emotional stability. Also known as myself.
After a moment, when my vocal chords would strum together again, I looked towards him and said,"So, you're new here, too, right?"
He looked startled, and a little scared. I wondered vaguely of what, and then it hit. He was scared of me.
Gently, I prodded,"I don't bite, you know." He nodded slightly, gulping, but remained quiet, his face a bright red.
Finally, when I had almost given up, he said,"Y-yeah, I'm new. I'm Trey. What's your name, dudette?"
Apparently, once I'd wrestled the first sentence out, he was fine. Ah, guys. So silly.
I smiled at him slightly, then responded airily,"Name's Toxin. Well, actually it's Jesyca, but no one calls me that anymore."
An adorably surprised look crossed his face. "Why not?"
I raised my eyes at my crazy bangs, tipped in radioactive green. "Chemical spill when I was younger."
It felt weird, saying that, even though it was straight from my memory bank. But then, I'd never experienced it physically, only in vague flashes in the Creation Facility of Black Garden.
He nodded, then gently poked a spot under my left eye. "Is that where this diamond is from? And the circle under your right eye?"
"Mmhmm. And on my neck and arms, too." Seeing his fascination with my markings, I tilted my head back to let him see the band, diamonds, and circles around my neck.
"Woah...." he whispered softly. "Can I....?" I shrugged, then steeled my whole body to fight the chills I felt arising as he gingerly traced the slightly wavy band with his finger. "They feel.... warm. Warmer than, say, here." The back of his hand brushed my jaw, almost tenderly, and I forced my still-frozen shoulders to shrug again. Slowly, I raised my head again, tugging at one of my bangs fiercely.
As soon as his hand gently encircled mine, I knew it was all over. I only fuzzily felt him draw my hand away from my hair, too intent on seeing my mind clank into place firmly, as Professor Jonathan said it would.
I felt the jolt of electricity pass from his hand to mine, felt it course through my body, and I knew. Boy, I knew. I looked at him, his eyes almost comically wide, and I knew he knew, too. We were made for each other.
But looking back now, was there something more I could've said? Something more I could've done?
Oh, there's Doctor Jonathan with my pain medicine. Funny how his name comes so near to Professor Jonathan's.....
What's that face for...?
What do you mean there's no one....?
I'm getting dizzy...
I'll try to help you some more tomorrow, okay?
I.... have to rest...
I'm sorry....
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