Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

A deadly knot began to form deep in the pit of Martina's tummy. It twisted and turned causing her insides to feel contorted. This poor man had been through so much, his life altered forever, his outlook on life swayed by everything he'd been through and more. And it was her family's fault... her family's. She listened to Zaine speak so bitterly about himself, seeing nothing but ugliness, nothing but disdain. She still wasn't certain what could be so terrible, he seemed kind enough, though a bit eccentricbut when was eccentricity of person a crime? He'd more than proven his worth in her eyes. He'd saved her, risked his own life for hers... Martina blinked back the hot tears she felt forming in her eyes. The last thing she wanted was for Zaine to feel pitied. Instead, she wanted him to feel as though he'd found someone who cared and gave a damn. She might not be an angel descended from heaven to save him from his personal hell, but... Yes, she'd right this wrong as best she could. She'd make him see that he was worth more than exile. Already, he'd shown her that he was even if he might not believe so. Just then, Martina felt a slight brush of warmth, her head turning slightly to see Zaine's body just barely touching her own. She wondered if most would shrink away from him given his unique appearancescarred, slightly altered. But those weren't his fault. No doubt he'd had no choice. They were a means to survive. He had to live with that everyday. Every single day. Again, she felt her eyes prickle and a pang of hurt struck at her core. Martina's eyes locked with Zaine's for a moment, his hand reaching up to touch her face as he spoke. Her heart lurched and she wished to whatever god would listen that she could be his angel, that she could be forgiven for the hasty and horrible decisions her father had made. She'd been a small child then, but now... You flatter me, Martina whispered as her skin flushed ever so slightly, tingeing a pale shade of pink. Out there, no one would ever compare me to such things. Out there, I'm ordinary, with practically nothing to offer anyone. As she spoke, she felt her insides grow slightly cold. Indeed she was ordinary out there. She had no magical skills to speak of, something her father had been saddened by. He'd always hoped she'd have the gift of alchemy, but it was never meant to be... or so it seemed. And so she remained forever the sheltered ornament, a pretty object that was good for nothing. At least Zaine didn't see her that way, yet another thing that beckoned her to him and made her wish to help him all the more. I wish I had more to offer you after all you've done for me. She paused just then, her tongue moving as she licked her lips. Though I should like for you to come with me when its time for me to try and escape. We can go anywhere you want. You and me... together. Martina knew it would mean giving up her current life on the outside by extending the offer and she was fully prepared for doing so. After everything her father had done, there was no way she could go back to him anyway. Besides, after the stirs she'd caused and the questions she'd raised with his colleagues, there would be problems with him on top of things. Life would be a mess. Better to start anew, she figured. But she wouldn't be able to do it alone. Would Zaine go with her? And moreover, would he if he knew the truth of why he was in District 7? Martina felt her insides roil and turn. She was terrified to tell Zaine the truth of why he was there, fearful he'd take things out on her even though it had been her father who'd done everything. He was in so much pain and anguish, loathing himself for who he was, what he'd become... it pained her to see it. Dare she tell him that the one he thought moments ago was an angel was actually the daughter of his Lucifer? But, Zaine, before you decide anything, I... Martina's voice trailed and her eyes welled up again. There's something I should tell you, I... a... a memory that's been triggered... She felt the tears trickle down her cheeks as she looked into Zaine's eyes. You'll probably think me a demon as opposed to an angel... She shook her head, her tummy fluttering as fear began to wrack her body causing it to tremble violently. Swallowing hard, she knew she needed to continue, to tell him. She had to right the wrong and this was where it had to start. M-my father, Zaine... I think he was the one... the one that placed your family here. Just then she choked on a sob. I'm so sorry... forgive me... she begged.