Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

His expression, it was like a million shards of ice piercing her flesh... the way his eyes looked into her own as if they were scrutinizing and judging her soul. And then there was the way he suddenly moved away as if she wasn't fit to be touched... Martina could hardly fault him. Her father had condemned him and his entire family to a life of exile, a life fraught with flesh eating monsters... she was the spawn of a demon in his eyes. Why wouldn't he slink away from her? She wasn't fit to be touched. She wasn't fit to be saved... Martina felt all of her emotions roiling beneath her porcelain pale skin. It was as if she would crack at any moment. Crack and crumble, falling into a lifeless heap onto the floor, nothing but dust to be swept away. Perhaps Zaine should've just left her out there. Perhaps she should've been left to her own devices, her own demise. But... if she could right what her father had done, if she could fix the cruelty and damnation he'd imposed, she wanted that chance. He deserved that chance. It was funny. When she'd fallen and landed upon the cold ground earlier that night, her first thoughts were to get out, to somehow go backdespite how much she knew she didn't really fit in. But now? None of that was seeming to matter. In the matter of hours, life was taking a jagged turn and her eyes were opening. There was more to life, so much more. She'd always known this to a certain degree. If not, she'd never been as curious as shed always been, stirring up trouble and nonsense as her father had always put it. For one exhibiting little to no magical skill, she'd always had a way of causing him troubles with his colleagues. And now that she was learning cold truths about the things her father had done, did and probably always would do... she wouldn't stand for it. She couldn't. No. She couldn't go back to that life. And she'd help Zaine if he'd let her... if he... Martina could feel her tears streaming down along her cheeks. She felt absolutely horrible for all the things her father no doubt had done to not just Zaine and his family, but probably others as well. I... I'm hardly like him... Zaine... I'm not him... Martina whispered through her tears as she brought one hand up to wipe at them. I wish I could undo what's happened... th-the... the best I can d-do is to fix it. Please Zaine... let's fix it... together. You and I. Still crying, Martina reached out a hand toward Zaine. Together... I don't fault you if you don't trust me. How can I after what my father has done? It... it... Another sob bubbled up and Martina felt a fresh wave of tears fall. It's abominable. I'm so sorry... I can only ask that you forgive me. I didn't know... I didn't know he did these things... She reached further. Please... together... let me fix what he's done. I... I wanted to start by telling you the truth the moment I remembered... no secrets, Zaine. You deserve that. Martina looked into Zaine's eyes as she pleaded with him, hoping that he wouldn't cast her out to be the flesh-eaters next meal. If he did, she wouldn't hate him, though she knew the terror that would wrack her body, mind and soul would be unlike anything she'd ever known. Still, she hoped he'd take her hand... that he'd try... that he'd see she truly wanted to fix everything her father had done if she was able.