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[Noah White]

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How slowly the sun drifted through the sky, taking it's sweet time to dip below the distant hills. Why did it always turn out this way? Too many days before had the sun sunk all too quickly below the horizon when he had wished for only a few more moments of light. But now he wanted the sun to be gone and be done with daytime. When darkness enveloped the Oblitus was when Noah came out to have his fun. So he sat there, on a rock inside the Wicked Woods, his fingers drumming impatiently against the rock's surface. This was absurd, how could there still be light out. Noah's strange eyes flashed over to glare at the light spilling from the trees around him. He watched it slowly receding, fingers still on the rock. After a few minutes a smile spread slowly across the man's face, tugging mischeviously at his lips. In a second, he had risen from the rock to a standing position, checking himself out.

Black leather jacket, white t-shirt and black jeans, a rather fitting outfit for him. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes fell on a spider that was making its way to his left shoulder. This man was known for his rather sadistic ways with his prey, which was why everyone avoided him. Of course, if Noah had really wanted to, he could have had that spider writhe in pain in a matter of seconds, but that was not what his mind was set on at the moment. Biting his lip, Noah threw the spider from his shoulder and watched as it hit the ground. "Poor little thing..." he whispered, and shook his head, as he raised his left foot and squashed it. "What a shame..." he said, and shrugged.

That was all that it had come to, these days. Squashing spiders, inflicting pain on animals and staying alone. He didn't have any kind of problem with any of the previous cases, he loved every single bit of them. However, one thing that his life lacked at the moment was variety. Long gone were the days that he would inflict pain on people, that he would make others understand what he had gone through in his life. Now, he was just stuck here.

An evil grin still lingering on his face, Noah started to make his way to his second favourite place in Oblitus, the graveyard. He loved having discussions with the dead for two reasons. One, they weren't discussions. It was just him talking and laughing. Two, the prospect of death had always fascinated him, which had resulted in him wishing for it a couple of times in the past. It only took him a few minutes to get to the Graveyard, since he had learnt the Wicked Woods by heart after spending four years in exile.

Wasn't it a wonderful sight. Graves illuminated by moonlight and starlight, silence and serenity presiding over the indisputed fact that this was exactly where he belonged. He was alive because he was better than them. He looked around, checking the names on the graves, as he let out a cry of excitement as he found what he was looking for.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, and raised his arms, a wide smile on his face. Inching closer to the grave, his smile grew even wider. He knelt in front of it and laid a hand on the ground. "So, old friend, we meet again!" he said. "How have you been? I suppose death's loving arms are better than my own hitting your face again and again, am I right?"

The memory of him beating that child to the death was fascinating. Every now and then, Noah would relish the fact that the child had put up a good fight at first and hadn't burst into tears from the second Noah's punches had hit his face.

No response. "That's what I thought! So, tell me, any good looking girls down there?" he said. "Shame, I'm pretty sure that one over there is out of your league, buddy." He pointed to the grave next to him. "Besides, she's a little old, don't you think?"

He sighed. "I had warned you not to call me your big brother. Now, look what you've done. I am forced to hit spiders and animals. I have no one to manipulate, no one to hurt, just a few mindless creatures. It's like all the fun's been drained away from my life, you know? I suppose you do, seeing as you're dead." There was a hint of regret in his words, which wasn't entirely true. He regretted the fact that he had been forced to inflict pain on animals rather than people, but he didn't regret beating that child to the death. Not by a single bit.

[Darrius Watson]

DARRIUS WATSON

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The sun was setting and the forest seemed calm and quiet. Most of the orphans were heading into their tree-houses to get ready for bed. There wasn’t an official curfew really; it was just habit for everyone. After completing his rounds and making sure that Lilith was safe and sound, Darrius left his room and headed out for the night. He had decided to just leave for a few hours and not bother anyone by telling them where he was going. Not only did he not want to wake anyone up, he didn’t want them worrying about him. It usually wasn’t unsafe for the orphans to travel about at night, but it wasn’t recommended.

By now this was a tradition for Darrius. His heart burned with the pain of loss. Every so often he would become withdrawn and he was sure no one knew why. It would become easier once he did what he needed to. The memories of that day flooded back to him as he walked on, out of the security of the tiny village, if you will. His name was Isaac. He was a younger orphan and he got along with everyone. The kid was such a loving and loyal person, he never deserved his fate. Even though Darrius only saw the very end of Isaac’s battle for his life, the images flashed through his mind. There was so much blood on and surrounding Isaac’s frail, lifeless body. And then there was Noah. Standing over Isaac, blood dripping from his fists, he had a demonic smile on his face. It was as if he was proud of what he had done.

When Darrius got to Isaac it was too late. Fury ran through Dar’s body that day and he took it out on Noah. No one could understand how or why someone would do this to such a sweet, innocent child. As Isaac’s funeral was being prepared Darrius brought the idea of exiling Noah up to the Council. It was unsafe to have such a vicious and dangerous person in their community. All of the Vetus Orphanus agreed and directly after Isaac’s funeral ceremony Noah was brought out in front of the entire community of Oblitus. It was there he was publicly exiled by Darrius. Four years had passed and Darrius had heard or seen no sign of Noah, which in his mind was a good thing.

Even though Darrius never found out why Noah attacked Isaac the way he did, it was still inexcusable and Dar still hurt from the memory. Even though the young orphan wasn’t being mentored by the Dux Orphanus, he was still bonded to him. The two boys were almost as close and Darrius and Lilith were today. He would be damned if he ever let anything like this tragedy happen to Lil, Addison, or any of the other orphans. After all these years, Darrius still blamed himself for this event.

The sky was growing darker and Darrius was growing closer to his destination. The graveyard. Whenever Darrius began to feel the way he did right now he would head over to spend time talking to Isaac. Even though he wasn’t physically there, Dar believed he could still here him in a way. Letting out a sigh he shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them warm. As the graveyard came into sight, his breath was taken away by the sight of a figure crouching near one of the gravestones. Darrius had never run into anyone out here, especially this late. Walking slowly through the gates, he stopped a few feet away from the person. As he stood, listening and watching with his hands in his pockets, emotions came roaring back.

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words: six hundred and twenty.
notes: oh boy. this is gonna be intense..
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[Noah White]

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"Oh Isaac... I miss your skull...."

Noah leaned forward, whispering in his hollow voice to the grave in front of him, but as he did, his ears caught the sound of footsteps approaching him. Glancing around for less than half a second, he sighed. People nowadays lacked the common sense and tact that demanded from them to leave people alone. It was infuriating. But, the fact that they had decided to spoil his privacy and his loneliness was perhaps the thing that angered him the most. For now.

Turning his attention back to the gravestone, Noah flashed it a wide, malicious smile that only grew wider now as the person started to approach him. For now Noah would ignore the tactless, disrespectful person. He wouldn't let him ruin his fun just yet. Though he was nearly positive he would make himself known to him shortly. There was something about every orphan here. They were impatient, that was their weakness. And Noah would use it to his advantage.

Inhaling slowly, he got up into a standing position and cracked his neck. His right hand fell to his eyes, covering his face. He kicked the gravestone hard enough to create an odd sound, right where Isaac's name was written. "I miss this...so much..." he said, his voice mockingly filled with sorrow, cracking in mid sentence, as if he was trying to choke back tears. "So..." Another kick. "Much" And another.

As the footsteps came to a stop, Noah took a deep breath and wiped away fake tears. He turned around to see who had dared to intrude during this heartbreaking moment.

And raised an eyebrow at the sight of him.

His mesmerizing eyes locked onto his. "My..my...if it isn't..." he answered in his whispery voice, menace ringing through every musical note. He opened his arms wide. "If it isn't... The Great. The Powerful. The Almighty" he said, and took a long pause, bringing a finger to his lips, as if he was trying to remember the man's name. How could he forget? How could he forget about the man that had exiled him? The man that had made sure he wouldn't torture another person again?

"Darrius." he spat, and flashed the man with a cruel smile. "Don't I get a hug? It's been so long..." he said, and opened his arms wide again.

His eyes remained fixed on his glowing with their evil light, his face keeping that perfect coldhearted poker face in play. Right now, he was playing it safe. He was trying to play his cards right. Make it seem like he wasn't a valuable threat. But truth be told, Noah was lethal in every sense of the word. First things first though.

Why would Darrius wander to the Graveyard at this time of the day? Probably to cry and weep about the fallen. Noah was quite certain that that was the case. Darrius, as far as he could remember, was always the good guy, the one that never made mistakes, the one that cried over a loss and forgot every single thing that made life perfect.

Pain.

"So, what's the King of the Jungle doing here? Came to pay your respects to my dear friend? Wait a second..." he said, widened his eyes, and raised a finger as if to silence everything. "Oh, he says he missed you. He also says that..." he turned to the gravestone. "Nooooo.... No way..." he said in mock disbelief as he turned to Darrius again. "He says that he was crying out for your name all this time... But you weren't there..."

[Darrius Watson]

DARRIUS WATSON

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This night was not turning out how Darrius had planned. As he continued to listen to the insulting garbage being released from Noah’s mouth, he fought to control himself. His emotions were running so high and crazy at that point he wasn’t sure how he was able to remain so calm. Inside, Dar was screaming and crying all at the same time. Yet, on the outside he just stood there, watching and listening. He made no comments and flinched only slightly as Noah repeatedly kicked Isaac’s tombstone. There was no other choice but to give no reaction. If Darrius was to continue being a Dux Orphanus that others could look up to, he had to make sure he made no foolish mistakes. No matter how hard it was.

My..my...if it isn't... If it isn't... The Great. The Powerful. The Almighty. Darrius simply shook his head. “What the hell are you doing here Noah?” He asked, his voice unsympathetic. He wasn’t demanding or even rude, he simply asked the question in a somewhat annoyed tone. "You obviously have no respect to pay here, seeing as you are the least respectful person on this planet." Surprisingly he was finding it easier than imagined to hold back. So far at least. Darrius. Don't I get a hug? It's been so long... Dar noticed the disrespect in Noah’s voice. Obviously he hadn’t changed, unless you could consider him even more foul and bitter. That wouldn’t surprise Darrius one bit. He sighed and shook his head again. “Unfortunately my friend, not long enough.” He added with a hint of unpleasantness.

Even though four years had passed the two obviously never overcame their grudges. How could they? Noah killed a defenseless little boy. Oblitus was supposed to be safe for the forgotten orphans. Especially for innocent children, such as Isaac. And Darrius exiled Noah. In truth, Dar probably added to Noah’s hostility. But Noah brought this upon himself. All of the orphans here had been through hell and back, but did they go around just killing little ones? No. They all obviously had more human decency than the world showed them. It doesn’t matter what you go through, your choices are still your choices. Noah made his, which had consequences. It didn’t matter if he liked them or not, he was the one that made the decision to attack Isaac. He should’ve known that he would be exiled. You can’t just go around heartlessly killing others. Darrius took a deep breath as Noah’s voice started again.

So, what's the King of the Jungle doing here? Came to pay your respects to my dear friend? Wait a second... Oh, he says he missed you. He also says that... Nooooo.... No way... He says that he was crying out for your name all this time... But you weren't there... Noah’s dramatics weren’t something easily tolerated, especially with such a touchy subject as death. “It’s a shame we won’t meet again in death Noah. I’d love to see what the higher powers have in store for you. Eternal damnation possibly? I think you’d actually enjoy that too much. And how many will come to your grave, not to pay their respects, but to dance on your grave… Oh what a sight it’ll be. I only hope I’ll have a front row seat.” Dar’s voice rang with conviction and a smirk began to place itself on his face. Only on the inside was Darrius still weeping for Isaac. He would make his peace once more with the departed soul once Noah was gone once more.

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words: five hundred and ninety-five.
notes: sorry it took a few days..i didn't know how to respond. hope you like it!
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