Dead to the World | OPEN

[micahpierce]

i'll swallow up all of you
like a big bottle of big, big pills

When people looked at Micah, they feared her. That fear felt like a great empowerment to her. Any other day, had she not been in Lucid, she wouldn't want to be labeled as a freak but times had changed. Now, she wanted to be that freak, that monster. The monster people feared and would discuss behind closed doors only. This meant she wouldn't be harmed and more importantly, no one would bother her in the literal sense. She wouldn't have to deal with people bugging her by droning on about something she didn't care about. All she had to do was stare at someone the wrong way and they scattered like roaches.

Not everyone would treat her the same, though. Some patients felt ballsy, and some guards knew she couldn't very well fight back without being isolated. One guard, in particular, always tried to poke fun at her. "Hey, you look like hell. You pissed off at something? Tough shit." It wasn't much of a taunt but he just annoyed her to no end. The hopelessness of the situation drove her crazy, or crazier, perhaps. The only way she'd ever say something to him would be the day she was ready to be put away in isolation.

Today had been an alright day, though. Not alright by normal standards, but for a day in Lucid, it had been alright. She was being corralled out to the yard now and was going to enjoy her time outside while she could. The chill of the fall air cooled her face and reminded her of her best friend. They always made leaf piles in the fall and would jump into them or play hide and seek, utilizing the piles as a hiding spot. Suddenly, the day became that much worse. Her eyes were dead, looking at the ground as she leaned against the brick wall, by herself. Her arms crossed, she thought about the events that had unraveled the past month.

It was enough to make her cry but she wasn't about to show her vulnerability in front of all the patients and guards. Instead, she channeled her anger. Deep, dark embers replaced her eyes and her aura read, "Don't fuck with me." But, someone didn't get the message, she noticed, as they were entering her 'area.'

you're the one that i should never take
but i can't sleep until i devour you.

[Ian E. Rodgers]

It was Ian. A fairly new patient himself and in complete denial that he needed any serious “help”. In his eyes, the people in this place were completely insane: cutting themselves or others, talking to stuffed animals, uncontrollable rage. The list could go on and on. Why the doctors believed him to be crazy was baffling to the teen. But for now, his time at Lucid Manor was against his power. So he decided to make due with the situation at hand and actually attempted to enjoy his stay. That was easier said than done... The doctors questioned him hourly; the nurses drugged him up daily; the guards followed his every movement, all for the safety of the Manor.

Whatever...

Outside was the only reprieve patients could find from the Manor. At least one could breath real air out here, and not the fumes of the crazed inside the Asylum. Autumn was Ian's favorite season. The air was crisp and cool and brought a rejuvenating feeling to him. No one could take that away from him, at least. He was a die-hard enthusiast about the fall colors, and even behind the large, metal cage, the colors were brilliant: oranges, reds, yellows – all blended in perfect harmony in the forest outside Lucid Manor. He was walking aimlessly, hands shoved in the pockets of a light jacket he wore over his scrubs. His eyes were transfixed on the scenery around him, imagining himself away from this hell hole. Then, his foot stubbed into a couple rocks and Ian looked down. They made a small clank! upon reaching contact with the other and Ian bent down to investigate, still oblivious to the girl feet away from him. He picked up two of the rocks, and a malevolent twinkle filtered through his pupil.

Fire.

The leaves were dead around them, and if Ian could create just one spark by striking the two stones together, the Manor would go up in flames, allowing Ian an easy escape. He chuckled deviantly to himself and glanced around him. He noted the two guards back aways at the courtyard entrance, and then he noticed her. Rich, golden skin and long ebony hair. Lust crept into Ian's eyes as he checked her out from head to two. Then, his eyes met hers once more and he flashed her a brilliant, inviting smile. Perhaps she would be willing to plot the manor's downfall with him...

[micahpierce]

i'll swallow up all of you
like a big bottle of big, big pills

When the boy smiled at her, she was surprised and her brows furrowed at him. What did this innocent-looking boy do to be put in here, she wondered. He was making her uneasy without taking much effort at all. Her attempts at looking untouchable were failing, obviously, if this boy was about to come up to her. The embers that had replaced her Native eyes glared into his. Without saying anything, she just stared at him.

Part of the fear factor about her was the Native American heritage. People saw her and thought she was some ritualistic freak with the demigods on her side. There was something mystical about Native Americans and it all helped her out in this place. With a cold look and a dagger-edged tone, she spoke. "Ho’okol." This came out as an almost animalistic command. She knew the man in front of her wouldn't know what she had said but it sounded intimidating anyway. Perhaps, he would leave her to be just because he couldn't understand.

This word came from her father many times before. It was Yucatec Maya for "leave." She hadn't really paid much attention to her heritage or the language before but caught a few words and phrases here and there. Her father embraced his heritage so he tried his best to teach her the language as she grew older. She didn't cooperate - he was the abuser she wanted to ignore and forget, erase from memory so why on earth would she cooperate?

The girl looked away after issuing her instruction and heaved an angry sigh. Maybe he would be afraid and just leave her alone. In all honesty, he didn't look like a bad kid but that didn't mean anything. He was bad enough to be placed here. She thought this all over while looking away from him, avoiding any eye contact in case she broke her tough façade.

you're the one that i should never take
but i can't sleep until i devour you.

[Ian E. Rodgers]

Her eyes were animalistic as she watched Ian's every move, as if he was a predator and she the prey. Her facade was fearless, but that fearlessness faltered for one split second and Ian's smile grew wider. He meant no harm to her – just thought it was damn sexy that she put off a cold, threatening vibe. She wouldn't have been the first girl to glower at him with ice-like daggers. But he knew how to work past an unwelcoming exterior. He stood up from the rock pile, slipping two of the stones into his pockets casually. His eyes wandered back to the guards who were chatting idly with each other. Good – no one had noticed. So then Ian's attention shifted back to the girl and he casually strolled up to her, lips creased in a dashing half smirk and eyes glistening mischievously. He was about to say something flirty and cute to her, when her voice pierced the autumn silence: "Ho’okol." Immediately, Ian stopped and cocked his brows at her.

”I don't know what that means, but I'm going to assume it means “hello”.
His voice was calm and cool as he leaned back against the chain link fence that entrapped them all.
”Hello back.”

His posture casually relaxed into the lean, propping a leg against the fencing, hands still in pockets, all the while his eyes delicately traced the outline of her figure. He was subtle about it; didn't want to offend the poor girl. But it was hard to break his eyes of a habit that came so natural to him. Ian looked to her again and once again smiled at her: charming and tempting. It was a smile that came habitually to him when he was around woman. It was a smile that pulled them in, because it made Ian look sweet and romantic. It was a smile that had seduced and ensnared every girl Ian had come into contact with.



(Eek! x.x I'm sorry. It's really not the best!)

[micahpierce]

i'll swallow up all of you
like a big bottle of big, big pills

This boy just didn't get the picture. She had made it obviously clear that she didn't want him around her because behind that innocent exterior, she sensed an evil presence - nothing demonic, just a bad person. She focused her eyes on his and spoke, "It means leave." Her gaze shifted back to the ground and she waited for the boy to leave.

The guards weren't paying any attention but if this boy was to bother her, she would cause a ruckus. It wasn't often that a patient would admit the guards were friends but she was one of those people, at least at this moment. Micah wanted to be left alone, perpetually alone, for the rest of her existence. Honestly, she'd believed her life was meaningless until she'd killed her friend's father.

And even then, she hadn't protected her friend. Her friend had died, her one and only friend. But she had not died in vain. That was what made her existence meaningful. It just felt so depressing to think that her role in life was over and now she was confined in this prison of sorts for the rest of her life.

[It was perfectly fine! My posts suck ;P]

you're the one that i should never take
but i can't sleep until i devour you.

[Ian E. Rodgers]

He got the picture. Leave. She had made it very clear now she wanted to be alone. But would Ian give in so easily? Absolutely not. Her words and posture may have said one thing, but deep down, Ian sensed another message. Of guilt? Loneliness? Sadness? Well... it was very easy to feel any of those emotions being locked up in a place like this. But he was intrigued by her coldness, and this only drew Ian in further. He shifted his weight, still studying and observing her as she brought her eyes to his face, then immediately dropped them. This brought out another grin in him and he glanced down himself. His attentions went to the rocks which were still in his pockets. They were a tad heavy, and weighing down his right side a bit. But Ian's fingers delicately stroked the stones. They were his key to escape.

His eyes briefly flew to the oblivious guards at the entrance before Ian turned to the girl again. He spoke again to her, words cool and entrancing.

”Can you keep a secret?”

But Ian didn't give her a beat to respond, but simply slid the stones from his pockets and showcased them to her. His grin was daring, yet seducing as he watched her eyes take in the presence of the stones.

”One spark from these babies, and this place is up in flames, and we're out of here...”

The leaves were soaked dry of moisture, leaving them the perfect tinder to start a fire. And even just the smallest idea of fire sent a rush of adrenaline shooting through Ian's veins. To escape and to be free from rules and regulations – that was the life Ian could only dream of. Where he was his own God and could make up his own law. No one to tell him “no”, but to only cater to his ever whim and desire. The thought was arousing, and Ian bit his lower lip in attempt to hold back a part of his excitement. But his eyes never left hers. He looked at her with a captivating stare, inviting her into his little world. He didn't bite... really he didn't.

”I'm Ian.”

[micahpierce]

i'll swallow up all of you
like a big bottle of big, big pills

Could she keep a secret? That was the problem with her. She did and her friend died for it. Which caused her to kill and then eat parts of her father. Keeping secrets had been the root of all evil for her. Before he gave her the chance to answer, he went on. Her eyes flashed to the rocks and then back to his eyes. His next question wouldn't be easy to answer.

Upon this question, most patients would jump for joy without giving him the chance to finish it. For Micah, though, it wasn't that easy. In short, she had mixed feelings. On one hand, she did want out just so she could hide away and never speak to or be bothered by another soul. But how long, if she got out, would it be before she just offed herself? Did she deserve to be here? That's another question with mixed results.

On some days, she feels like a monster. On others, she feels like a martyr. But, for now, she was enjoying being feared. Plus, if they were to escape together, she didn't know him. He was completely unpredictable as she didn't know him. "I'm fine where I am." She said and turned her gaze to the ground again.

[sucky post, sorry. :P]

you're the one that i should never take
but i can't sleep until i devour you.

[Ian E. Rodgers]

He saw her hesitation in her gaze as her eyes flickered to his stones. And as her eyes went to his stones, Ian's eyes traveled down her body. To her neck. To her breasts where they took a long pause. Then traveled to her hips and remained there for the longest time. Underneath her smocks, his mind formulated pictures of her completely naked and smashed on top of him. But of course Ian had turned into a professional when it came to checking out womens' bodies. He knew exactly how long to look and how to angle his head so no girl ever caught him checking them out. Because he was suave and smooth; that's what he did. He was a professional at charming and manipulating people into getting whatever he wanted. And what he wanted right now, was an escape. Be it physically or mentally from Lucid Manor, Ian needed an escape.

When she looked away from the rocks, Ian expected her to agree with him. ”Yes! Okay! Take me away from here!” was what he was expecting. But she said she was fine with where she was. And at that, Ian's throat dispensed a soft laugh. The rocks returned to his pockets, and as she turned from him, Ian stepped up and whispered in her ear.

”I don't believe that for one minute.”

He glanced over his shoulder and noted a guard watching. Ian knew the protocol and stepped away from the girl, returning to his original lean against the fence. The guard nodded, satisfied by Ian's choice in giving her room. Because of his history, the boy was monitored consistently, especially around people of the opposite sex. Could you blame the guy though? Locked away and expected to remain celibate? Fat chance. Especially when most of the female patients in the asylum were easy enough mislead. When the guard looked away, Ian looked to the girl again and flashed her another debonair smile. On the outside, he looked romantic, good looking, honest and crimeless. But that was all a facade to lure in his prey. He needed, desired, lusted this girl's trust. And by the looks, she was playing hard to get. So he attempted to warm her up with casual small talk.

”I wouldn't have ever suspected a girl looking like you to be dressed in smocks like that.” He nodded towards her outfit. ”What did you do?” He made an expression of pure curiosity, because he truly was intrigued as to what the beauty had done to end up wearing smocks like his. ”Oh, and I never caught your name...?”

(Sorry it took so flippin' long!!! x.x'' Real life caught up with me!!!)