Brief RP memory post. Reviews wanted. ~

Keoynna, Memories

Two small fingers traced the outline of an old brick building, walking down the side and whistling a mellow tune. Birds flew overhead, forming a compact ‘v’ stretching across the azure horizon. Those fingers belonged to Keo Erin, daintily walking down a narrow alleyway with thoughts of tonight's meal and tomorrow's clothing sets in mind. With her other hand, she gripped two plastic bags pulling at her growing prominent muscles uncovered with her dirtied white T-shirts sleeves wadded around her shoulders. Her auburn hair tied up with a red ribbon, dreaded and reaching her mid back. Sweat trickled down the majority of her dark skin and she wiped away the salty liquid on her forehead, trying to calm a consistent flood that wasn't quite ready to give up. The Sun's rays kissing her skin, causing little freckles to form along the exposed areas glowing with healed scars sporadically placed along her body.

The young girl advanced, stopping at the end of the alley and grimaced upon arriving at an apartment's door. Hazel eyes ran over a green sign labeled ‘106’, but the six spun around into a nine. Ripped cardboard boxes littered the pavement surrounding it, trash filling the inside. She griped the rusty handle, residue painting her free hand with the sudden turn and release. A new stench lingered inside the musty air, alcohol and the vague scent of an unknown drug being imported. And we can't forget the addition of many uses before brought to its rightful owner. Heaving a grave sigh, she sat two bags inside a scarred up table. To the left was a makeshift kitchen and in front, a living room with a hallway at the end.

“Oh, I was wondering when you'd get back..” Grumbled a man, a man sheathed in black. Brown eyes glowed yellow even through the darkness, the only light emitted from a small broke window behind the recliner he sat in.

“Where’s your brother, huh? You off to cradle that boy and have him suck on your damn titty while you're at it? He's 13 now for Christ sakes..” snapped the man with his voice rising, pounding a fist on a small coffee table and waving around a glowing stub. A broken TV wiggled, along with the other raggedy furniture occupying the room. Pills of blue and red flew up, landing with a loud tap against the table’s glass. Silence began to fill, but it didn't last long.

“If only I had a sister that would be that generous..” He traveled off, a sinister tone marking his words when arriving at the end.

“Once you're done cooking me something to eat, I want you to come on in my room and fluff my pillows..” With lips curved into a sly grin, he flicked the remainder of his death stick into a 5 gallon bucket stacked with many just like it piled high. He stood, in nice jeans along with a red t-shirt and disappeared into the hallway. Meaning held strong within his words, meaning that frightened Keo more than anything at the end of the day.

She tightened her fist and turned away as she didn't hear the words being spoken. Pain racked her chest, causing her hands to tremble. Taking a few produce items from the plastic container shakily, she pushed dirty dishes from the counter and sat down the materials.

‘Just..Just another day.. Aiden will be home soon, I- I’m sure of it,’ mumbled Keo, shooting her hands toward her mouth to keep a pool of tears at bay. Whispering prayers would do no good and she found that out a long time ago. Aiden was working, even at such a young age. They both had to. Child labor laws had no effect, here anyway. Delivering pastries, cleaning for the town's shopkeepers, or stealing for another, he was there; always busy, anxious upon knowing what lies at home. But the claimant of false hope, rose. The wish to have her brother with her sooner was merely to keep calm. Maybe it was either a good or bad thing he didn't return home like she prayed he would. He wouldn't have to see the daunting expression her uncle gave as time passedー the one that flushed her body in warmth to stop the crying. To stop the tremble of her footsteps while she silently tiptoed through the house, to stop her hands from cramping while pouring milk into a pan to cook dinner, to stop everything..

|| Authors note : These are from a roleplay I'm in with some friends. This was a memory/flashback and the top one is a memory from before the next one happened- obviously. I'd just like to know some things that are wrong with my writing to improve. Thank you. x ||

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  She ran until her body said no more. Her legs wiggling feebly beneath her and she grasped her chest, sucking in every bit of air she could. Rainwater toppled down on her hot skin from a building’s rafters above. The air felt thick, warm, the sun’s rays contributing to the humidity. Her clothes clinginging to her skin from the continuous beads of sweat. Grimacing, she sat on a wooden stool inside an old thrift shop, near the entrance followed by racks and shelves of miscellaneous items. So old, yet so poise. This atmosphere was pulsing with sentimentality and many memories. Keoynna stood, walked to a mahogany antique dresser and pressed her palms to the smooth wood. Her tail poked the dust polishing the surface of the mirror containing three small, single cracks in the upper left portion of the rectangle.

Her eyes blinded white and she waited, motionless with her head faced down. She entered a trance like state and naturally willed herself to stand.

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A small stretch of a hallway, similar to the one Aiden had murdered their mother in. Dark, ominous, yet to contain mass bloodshed. The boards creaked while frogs croaked. A dull night with the sounds of wildlife’s nocturnal ecosystems raging outside. The vitality of nature seemed so surreal to young Keo and she found herself drawn to it. She spent most of her time wandering outside of their apartment. Going to visit a nest of baby birds growing ever so steadily with soft peeps that could soothe her light sobs, or simply let her spirit be immersed into the many magnificent sights nature had to offer; grand oak trees towering over the city, flowers of many different hues solemnly closing their buds at night, or a little hare settling in after barely missing it’s curfew.

She knew the forest would be taken soon and a few months before that be so, she started spotting a blue light trailing her to many different extraordinary scenarios. Once it led her to a waterfall, glimmering under a fragile blanket of moonlight. The glowing orb lay rest at the top of a rock dotting the middle of a large lake and would leave small pieces to trail off of. Each time it pulled her to a dangerous situation, and would disappear into thin air. No smoke marking its existence, just the memories caught by the seeing one. And it was little after she had started nearing the flame, did she know it was all to make her better. To increase her skills in a variety of ways; most physical, of course.

That same night she crept down the eerie hallway, cautious and determined to grasp the light within her fingertips. Her tiny footsteps tapping the wood, finally making it into a 10ft x 9ft bedroom occupied with a single bed and the same wooden dresser. Furnished by their mother's orders; wanting her sibling to have somewhat nice, modern housing. It’s wood newer and without nicks, holding a few pairs of clothing suits fit for two children. She swung the door, an alarming click signaling it’s final closing. She had been following the gentle azure liquid through the bustling city and oddly enough, it led her to their apartment. The time was approaching dusk. Outside signaled the sun’s slow resolve into darkness, or a rusty old clock with broken batteries. 

Young Keo pressed her hands against the frame of the door and sighed, a wave of some type of reassurance washing over her. The wind was picking up and there would be branches whacking the decaying structure soon enough, and once again, their Uncle would come looking for them to do something for him before the storm. On cue, heavy footsteps trampled through the buildingーsimilar to that of flustered horses being kicked to run. They advanced and would be here any second, but the child was not yet prepared to deal with such a nuisance. Scanning the room in half in panic and the other on a search for the flame, she scrambled to an open wooden box occupied with broken toys; Aiden and Keoynna’s. Because Uncle Murdok ‘did not believe in such things’ and took them away two years ago when she was 13.

The familiar blue light shined from a doll.

A dall clothed in cheap, red burlap cloth cut and placed atop its tan plushie form sewn closed. Two spots dotted in ink for eyes and an ‘x’ for a mouth and a nose, apparently. It was stilled and long, sharp edges of a broken stick similar to a broom formed the handle used to hold it. The wood was firm, seemingly impenetrable in the hands of two dark fingers. It possessed a blue light, calling to her. A mission she was not sure of handed to her oh so quickly. Gripping the toy, she scampered under the wardrobe and laid horizontally.

All at once, the door flung open.

“Keoynna, Aiden!,”

His tone was stern, pissed. Heavy breaths told silent truths of him still being on the hunt for his nephews. They weren't quite sure ᴡʜʏ he wanted them, but chose to avoid his calls due to his masochistic nature. He curled his upper lip inward and stalked over the room, peeking under the unmade queen sized bed. By the way the dresser was made, it's bottom covered the front view and the sides were left open; the woodcutters fault, probably. From the first glance, she was safeー but when he tried the other two sides, she was a goner.

With furrowed brows and a heart pounding with speed of light, she wiggled out from underneath and pressed her tiny body against the wall. He was still on his knees, searching and unaware of her presence. Keo held the sharp end of the dolly up and shed a single tear. Fright usually aided in the hesitancy of her desires, but this time she wouldn't let it. Aiden and Keo’s fates depended on this man's due date.

Launching herself from her fears and rational thinking, she flew forward with heavy footsteps and drove the stake like weapon into his back by drawing her arms upwards and sending it down with all the strength she could gather. It took Murdoc a minute to process his situation. The splintery substance aimed and proceeded to puncture the area right under the nape of his neck.

“YOU LITTLE BITCH,” he yelled. His words dangling densely in the thin air.

Surprisingly, she had applied enough pressure to drive it in about 4 centimeters. Blood snaked down the wound and his eyes flared with intensity and enragement. Taking his hands from the soft mattress, she tried to swing his arms to the left in efforts to grab the child. Keoynna leaped backwards, covering her mouth with vigor and anxiety. Small yelps escaping her, becoming aware of how serious her situation was upon her uncle's now standing form. He took a lunge for her and she gripped the sides of the door, slamming her own body on the wall near it as he stumbled weakly outside the room.

“I knew I should've sold you to the market sooner.. I SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!”

Her eyes twinkled with excitement and fear as she was formulating a plan that had already been started before she thought about it. His remarks had no effect, now. She kicked his now hunching back and darted back into her bedroom. He began to fall, catching himself on the railing of the stairs.

Grasping the cold golden knob, she tried closing the door. Two grubby fingers emerged, holding onto the frame.

With wide eyes, Keo opened and thrusted the door against his scarred phalanges. Frantically, she did it over and over again as she held her body against the dark straight of wood with struggle. Panic covered her face and she repeated the same process through shrieks of Murdoc’s pain, but not once did the two let up. Two bloody, mutilated strands of meat held strong. Usually she would've given up, take the lashings and do as he says. But today.. today was different. There would be no more beatings. No more shouting.

With another slam, they fell weightlessly and tumbled inside her room. Wind from outside picked up and loose limbs knocked against the house, filling the brief moment of silence. She locked both locks on the door and back pedaled, stuffing her face into her knees in pure bewilderment. Two hands beat hungrily at her door, but no longer did she flinch. In more ways than one, did she feel a liberating sense of authority. But she only wished it lasted longer and wasn't overcome by other emotions. The many emotions of hopelessness and fright, eating at her stomach and causing a migraine. She began to cry, sob. Her wailing only made the pain much worse.

Her lithe body fell limply to the floor.

Then,

Only darkness.

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|| Authors note : I included the part where she enters the memory to introduce how she was put into this state .ALSOO, she does have a tail. It's a species with a tail and elvish ears, keen senses but you wouldn't know anything about it due to not reading this RP. Haha. ~ So I had to include this. Please, give me feedback. That would be great. ~

I also didn't add what happened after she was brought from the memory because I felt no need to. ||