Post by Anna gully on Dec 24, 2013 15:28:26 GMT
 Faster. Why are you quitting? You think this is some sort of game, Anna? You think you can stop early? You can't stop until you're dead, Gully. Why are you getting so worked up? Because you have to? No... It's something quite different, isn't it? Perhaps the word is... competition? Is that pure anger, Anna? Surely it's been tainted by some stray emotion that you're not too familiar with. Envy? No, you've passed that stage. Jealously. Being left alone for too long could do that. Make someone crazy, make them act one. Of course, Anna would never think of acting out against anyone. But the alone time she was given allowed her to visit the mansion's training room, the target one. Her knuckles wrapped around a small item-- a blade, about six inches of hard steel. Her body was tense, exhausted from the hours she had spent running, slicing. No satisfied smile would come about her lips this time. While she was required to keep in shape, Anna was not scheduled for training hours this week. After spending all of the previous week wasting her body, exhausting herself, working until she couldn't move, Anna was required to take a few days off. However, newly delivered information would push her over the edge. Despite every muscle in her body aching, Anna pushed herself further than she should have. A blond. Of course it was a blond. Not that Anna would allow a detail that petty dig at her, but everything about the new... 'recruits' was digging under her skin, eating at her heart. She shook her head, dashing forward, side stepping, sweeping behind the target only to dig the blade into the flesh of the target. She twisted, yanking it out before falling to a crouch, slinking under various obstacles, eyes on the next prize. And call it Pnumbra. She paused long enough that, in real time, any noise she had made getting in her position would be forgotten. Anna found herself slinking around the wall before lunging, slicing the target across its face, rather than the torso. Blind. Her leg came out to knock the torso-target in the diaphragm. She was being sloppy, and it occurred to Anna then that the cameras were still on. She scowled, moving away. The session was over. These emotions were unnecessary and she expected a punishment later for acting out against permission. Even as she made her exit, Anna couldn't help but think there was something better than this life. She had every luxury, and while she owned nothing, she considered the lap of the head of the house to be her own. As promiscuous as he was, it was true Fernando had spared her when others would not. That... jealous, feeling would not exit with her. She carried it, even when it began to spread like wildfire, burning every inch of her body. She couldn't help but think that there would be others. It wouldn't end with that dainty blond. Fernando would drive Anna to her edge yet. To keep him to herself would be an impossible task-- one she wasn't sure she even wanted in the first place. Had he made her a masochist? Or perhaps Anna was doomed to this way of life. Chained, shackled to Fernando. He had just loosened her chain so her could wander out, find her replacement. Anna did not recognize it as isolation, or a grace period. Abandonment, disposal. If he truly wanted her gone, surely Fernando would have killed her long ago. To earn him back would be treacherous-- Anna would forever be bruised, and the marks would surely only get darker with time. Would that leave her with limited options? Of course. Get his attention, show him that she was still very much present. It would only work if she did not become her own enemy first. No matter how many times she would tell herself to hold on to anger and determination, Anna was almost sure she would find herself falling back into that black pit that would welcome her, only before swallowing her whole. |
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