Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 15, 2012 21:39:44 GMT -5
Amelia swallowed her pain as her bindings were cut loose. She was shoved to the ground and her face was split open at her cheek by a stray piece of glass. She spat out the blood as it rushed into her mouth filling her senses with the strong bitter smell of iron and the metallic tang of blood over her tongue. She rose shakily to her feet and glared at Liam. "There is," blood splattered from her mouth as she spoke venom dripping words, "something called a merciful death." Despite how weak and torn up she was, Amelia knew her body would break before her fight to stay alive. She flipped and slammed her feet into Liam's head, "You should look it up sometime." she growled, flipping away, ducking a bullet and laughing coldly as he pressed a finger to his bleeding nose. Anger flared up inside of her and she snarled, "When I"m gone, you'll be gone too because I won't let you hurt John if it's the last god damn thing I ever do." Liam laughed and Amelia lunged forward, her fist slamming against his mouth, a crunching sound being heard as one of his teeth fell out. "You kill me, I kill you, quickly. You hurt or kill John or any one of my friends," her blue eyes hardened and a violent light flickered into existence, "I'll kill you just as slow as you're killing me." Then her skull exploded and everything went dark for the second time in the span of a few hours. |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Aug 15, 2012 21:45:04 GMT -5
Alexi took the picture, memorizing everything. In a second she was done and handed it back to him. She nodded at his words. She'd heard of this woman, a article had been in the paper about her success in the field. Now that she thought about it she had heard of John Blake too. He was a detective and he and Miss Smith had found the murderer, that wouldn't be such a great accomplishment if it hadn't been Smith's first mission. Alexi admired the woman slightly, but now wasn't the time for that, now she had to focus on getting information from Blake. She thought about it and decided to stick with the simplest question, "What happened? Why are you looking for her? Does it have anything to do with the fact that Commissioner Gordon was attacked?" Take it easy Alexandria, she thought to herself as the questions flew from her lips. She licked her lips slightly, looking at him, wondering if he'd answer her. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 15, 2012 22:00:09 GMT -5
He took the picture back, softly looking at it. A small tear slid down his face as he looked at Amelia's azure eyes in the photograph. He tore his eyes away as she asked so many questions. "Are you a reporter?" He growled. He didn't want anyone to know, it was to dangerous....He rolled his shoulder. "I' trying to find that out....It does have something to do with Gordon, and as to why I'm looking for her. It's none of your damned business." He growled lightly. He let lose a sigh and didn't apologies as he continued to look... [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Aug 15, 2012 22:07:08 GMT -5
She glared defensively at him when he growled at her. "I'm a journalist, there's a difference." came her defensive grumble, her eyes narrowing. He continued to growl out answers to her and she pulled out her note book and wrote Has something to do with Gordon's attack, won't tell me why he's looking for her, and doesn't know what happened.. She continued to glare at him as she stuffed the notebook and pen back into her pocket. She knew she could glower all she wanted but she wasn't a very menacing person so her glares were usually met with laughs or eye rolls. She turned her head away from him, her jaw clenched. She let out a sigh, her jaw relaxing. "Look if I were someone else cameras would already be swarming this place so you'd better be lucky I found you and not Walsh or Andrews." she told him firmly, her eyes returning to him. "They wouldn't give a shit about Amelia or how much you care about her -don't lie I know you do- they would just care about the story. Now I, I care about both, more that we find her then the story." She watched him, wondering how he'd take her words. "I'm going to do everything I can to help. I give you my word that I won't call any reports or get any cameras out here. But I can't promise that your story won't appear in the newspaper." |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 16, 2012 20:12:10 GMT -5
He shrugged and didn't answer her... He hunched his shoulders slightly as pain shot through his metal braced right shoulder. He had left the hospital on the day he was scheduled to get a new knee and a new shoulder...but he didn't want to waist the government's money as he wasn't planning on living much longer....He nodded slowly. "I believe you....and I appreciate it..." He muttered lowly, forcing the tremor of hunger and exhaustion from his voice. [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Aug 16, 2012 20:48:47 GMT -5
Alexi sighed and came over to his side. "Blake...you need to eat something, let me get you something, please." Her eyes tried to catch his, "What would Amelia think if you died because you so weak?" Her eyes were soft and so was her voice. She was trying to get through to him, but she wasn't sure it would work. But it was worth a shot. |
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
Posts: 473
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 16, 2012 21:20:43 GMT -5
 Amelia woke moments later as water was poured onto her face. She was laying on the ground, her body aching and her head throbbing. Her vision was blurry and she was weak, she hadn't eaten for...she thought about it, she hadn't eaten since she could out of the hospital after dying several times. She hadn't slept since then either, her dreams were plagued with the heartbreak in John's voice and in his eyes. She just wanted to throw her arms around him and cry, but she knew she'd shot him in the heart with her words. She'd killed him with the heartbreaking words and then she had sent him away...she felt like a monster. She felt...just like Sully. Tears poured down her face, not because of her condition, because she was so sorry. A fire flickered in her eyes and she leaped up, adrenaline coursing through her veins. This is for you John, I'm going to get out of here so I can tell you I love you. She twirled, her fist slamming into a thug's jaw, throwing him to the ground. She did a back flip and hooked her legs around another man's neck, twisting it, rolling as he fell forward. She crouched, her eyes narrowed. She flipped onto her feet and punched Liam in the face, his nose cracking as it broke. She glared, her chest heaving. "Let me go you bastard," she growled and a bang went off, she stumbled backwards, holding her side, clenching her teeth. Liam shoved her back, "No" he growled, pointing the gun at her, "Get up again and I'll shut you...this time to kill."  Fighters - Kris Allen |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 16, 2012 21:24:33 GMT -5
He rolled his shoulders back, wincing in pain. "I doubt she'd care...I know I wouldn't..." He muttered softly as he didn't look at her, not even a glance. He didn't want to survive this. He wanted to be as weak as he could, so he could jump in the way of a bullet, and end all of his suffering, and save Amelia as well. He would also save her the trouble of feeling guilty, if he was gone... [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Aug 16, 2012 21:32:57 GMT -5
Alexi sighed, "Blake, listen to me, I'm sure Amelia cares." Her voice was sincere. She sighed again, how could she not care? Thought Alexandria, biting her lip slightly. Alexi could tell that Blake cared about Amelia and she hoped that Amelia cared for him. If she didn't then Alexi sure as hell wouldn't let Blake kill himself because of this.
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
Posts: 473
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 16, 2012 21:46:44 GMT -5
She hadn't tried to get back up, everything ached. Her eyes were blood shot. Her head was murdered by a migraine. Her throat was dry. She was covered in blood. Her blood. She was allowed a bit of water, not much though. Just enough to keep her alive. An hour or so after her rebellion Liam played a little came of target practice. Amelia had to hold a piece of wood and run with it. If she fell she'd get whipped...and that happened more times then she could count. Her legs just couldn't hold her. In the end she lay in a bloodied heap, her breath rasping in and out of her body. She didn't sleep at all that night. The dark bags under her eyes tripled in size, they were big enough to stick a freight train in...well almost.
The next day wasn't as bad because Liam knew that if he pushed her too much longer she'd die. At the end of that day she had more welts and a bullet wound to her thigh and shoulder. There was a slash at the base of her neck that wouldn't stop bleeding. She felt herself slowly slipping away, to the point that she was barely able to open her eyes. She had very little water and that alone was killing her, that and starvation...both slowly wearing on her.
On the third day after going after them she received two black eyes, both swollen shut after angering Liam. Her nose was already broken from the day before and she had trouble breathing so she figured some of her ribs must have been broken, but she didn't know...nor did she care. By now she had given up hope of anyone ever finding her. As she sank in unconsciousness a tear slid down her eye, causing her to wince slightly as it burned through a welt across her cheek. "I love you John..." she breathed, her voice raspy and hoarse, no one would have been able to understand it. But Amelia did. She knew what she had said and she meant it. Meant it with all her heart. She slipped into unconsciousness and she feared she'd never wake up.
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Post by John Blake on Aug 16, 2012 22:01:05 GMT -5
Blake grabbed his keys with tremoring hands. He hadn't slept or eaten in the past three nights. The only thing that had kept him alive was the need to find Amelia. In the hospital he had been hooked up to machines, giving his body nutrients and hydrating it as well, and he would be knocked out by drugs for his rest, but he wasn't at the hospital anymore...
He had not stopped searching, driving all over Gotham to look at warehouses, and still he had not found Amelia..There was only one left now, and she had to be there....She just had to be... I just want to find her...hold her....if I'm not dead already... He though silently as he nearly fell on the stairs, the metal brace on his knee hissing.
He didn't wait for Alexi as he pulled himself off the stairs, limping to his car and with tremoring hands opening the door. He slid into the drivers seat, looking in the rear view mirror, he hardly recognized himself....
His eyes were surrounded by dark bags, of several weeks of no proper sleep. He was tremoring all over, his hands the worst, from not eating a thing. His body had begun to eat itself. His muscles shrinking as his body devoured it. His muddy brown eyes were no longer clear as they were before, and were now hazed in what seemed to be a pertinent wall of pain and heart break. He looked nothing like the hot headed young detective he was....was... [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Aug 16, 2012 22:06:57 GMT -5
Alexi was horrified had how far Blake had fallen. She had tears in her eyes when he made his way down the stairs on that third day. She looked away, a tear falling down her cheek. She ran after him and grabbed the keys. "I'm driving." she said firmly. They had driven all over Gotham, been to every warehouse and still no Amelia. She had to be at this one. She took his trembling hand, and held it in both her hands, another tear leaking from her eye. "Oh...John..." she murmured, looking up at him with teary eyes. She just wanted to throw her arms around him, but she was terrified that if she did that then his body would break...she gently let go of his hand after giving it a very gentle squeeze. "She'll be there...I promise...she'll be there."
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Post by John Blake on Aug 16, 2012 22:25:37 GMT -5
He hardly looked up as she took the keys from him. He let his eyes look up as she took his hand. He faintly wondered why she cared. But he didn't ask. He was going to save all of his remaining energy, there wasn't much, to save Amelia. And he might even have smiled as he took his last breath, because he would be leaving this pain-filled world behind, along with all it's heartbreaking troubles....
He struggled out of the car, losing his balance and slamming to the asphalt, his hands getting cut up and starting to bleed as he managed to stand, shakily making his way around the car, a shaking hand on the hood, leaving drips of crimson, for balance. He opened the door and collapsed into the car, he needed to save whatever he had left...at all costs he would find her, and he would save her....At. All. Costs.... [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Aug 17, 2012 13:48:59 GMT -5
(ohhhh blakey!!!!! i wanna huggle you!!!!!)
Alexi sighed as she watched him fall into the asphalt. She went to help him, but he was already on his feet again, staggering around to the other side of the car, collapsing into the passenger's seat. She looked at him as she started the car. She has to care, thought Alexandria, Amelia has to care...if she doesn't....then Blake might...die... The thought sent a deeper frown to light on her face. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 17, 2012 20:11:27 GMT -5
He didn't have the energy to buckle in his seat belt, though he didn't want it. He didn't care, in fact he wasn't planning on surviving...at all..though he wanted to survive long enough to save her. Then he could let himself slip away...into the dark world that no one comes back from (Or so he thinks...) He looked at Alexi, he was thankful for her help, and her kindness. He had stopped caring if his story was posted all over the newspaper. "Thanks for all your help...." He said, but his voice faltered at every word. It didn't hold the low proud tone it once had. It wasn't even dead like when Alexi had stumbled upon him, it was beyond dead, if there was such a voice.... [/color] |
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