[Flashback] Prison Playground [Finished]

[Dervish]

Season of Summer, Day 53, 497 AV The cast iron gate rattled into it's sockets, and Nameless looked around the courtyard, shadowed by his long chaotic dark hair, the orphanage building and the old stone wall, towering high over the boy. Dust seemed to cling to him, hanging in the air, itching in his eyes and weighing him down with the heat, and the weight of the kids' stares, bearing down upon the stranger. Time seemed to pass slowly. Nameless clenched his hands, the small pain from his black nails entering his palms sending him moving towards the shadow of a nearby tree, offering cool and refuge. He never made it that far. Nameless bumped into something hard, that wasn't there a second ago. Looking up, cruel, demanding eyes stared down upon him, an older boy in his way, as well as another, with expecting eyes and motions just behind and to the left. Nameless stepped backwards, something gripping his heart and stopping his breath, a shiver seeming to coil it's way up his spine. He cowered, unwillingly. "What is someone like -you- doing here...?" The boy's voice cracked, he smelled of sweat and salt, and stepped closer. Fiery eyes looked up from below, but Nameless didn't reply, his tongue seemed to wrap itself back, along with his feet and the rest of his cowering body. "Hah! It can't even speak! What a freak!" Suddenly, hands struck Nameless, but instead of a fall or laughter, a howl erupted across the courtyard, as Nameless immediately grabbed onto the arm with black-nailed hands, and buried his teeth in his assailants arm instinctively. It tasted salt. He let go and struck the boys face viciously from the left, tearing his long nails across his nose and forehead, and then jumping into his chest, causing him to topple backwards -- Black spots suddenly danced before his eyes as the world turned, the sky was a white-blue screen as the light blinded his eyes, and Nameless felt himself flying backwards. He hit the ground, which seemed cruelly intent on drawing out every single bit of air in him. He rolled quickly, and somehow managed to get onto his feet in time to see the two approaching, eyes filled with anger, hatred and what may even have been fear. Nameless crouched low, breathing in a hiss and staring at them with feral eyes, which twisted from side to side seeking a chance of escape or vengeance.

[Lorcan]

It had started out as a regular day for Lorcan, spotting where the adults and older kids were, or any potential threat for that matter. After making sure that the area seemed safe enough he grabbed his favorite, and only, book from his little backpack and started reading. While he was reading he was mumbling along with the words, he'd read the book thrice before, so almost knew every word, but still enjoyed every second of it. After a while he suddenly heard a noise he hadn't heard in quite some time, the rattling of the gates. He looked up and immediately noticed the dark haired kid that was getting pushed in. Slowly he tucked his book back safely and stared at him. He was.. different. Very different. Which is probably why Lurch and his idiot friend Bulge went over to pick on him. Lorcan went a little closer but made sure not to get noticed. "What is someone like -you- doing here...?" He heard from a distance and mumbled to himself. "This is not going to end well". The other kids around them just kept on minding their own business. Before Lorcan had blinked his eyes twice the new kid was on the ground. As soon as the new kid hit the ground he howled which caused a chill to run down Lorcan's spine. Lorcan could see the new kid crouching and hissing. Then mumbled "Wow... this kid is creepy.. but he's not gonna last long." Since Lurch and Bulge were approaching him rapidly. "What do I do what do I do!? I can't go and defend him, they'll tear me apart, but if I don't he'll be torn apart...". But instinctively he started moving towards the two bullies. Not sure on how he was going to handle this he knew he had to do something, so he grabbed them both by their shirts, just as they were about to reach the new kid again. They turned their heads and Lorcan instantly knew he was going to die, he should have never attempted to rescue him. He tried to speak but the immense fear rendered him speechless. Gulp!

[Dervish]

A figure approached his two assailants out of the dusts, grabbing their shirts from behind causing them to turn around, like a hero out of the blurry hot air. Their attention gone from Nameless - He ran. Bulge suddenly flew forward, Nameless jumping onto his back and crossing his legs across his knees, clawing at his head and throat with both his skinny arms, both of them falling into an entangled mess. Hitting the ground they threw up a screen of dust, with muffled cries and howls and a hissing breath. The fist kid, Lurch, looked on in utter surprise, long but not particularily deep scratches and scars across his arms and face from his previous run-in with Nameless. He suddenly screamed and threw a high right-handed punch at Lorcans' face, assuming him to be an opponent.

[Lorcan]

Lorcan closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable punch in the face, but it wasn't there... Out of nowhere the new kid had suddenly jumped Bulge, causing them both to fall on the ground, where they soon became a messy pile of scratching and biting flesh. Lorcan blinked again and this time saw the expected fist fly towards his face, time seemed to slow down while Lorcan tried to yell out. Apparently his speech had returned because he yelled so loudly it even threw Lurch off his balance, which gave Lorcan just enough time to dive down and make himself a lot smaller, so the expected deathblow only barely scraped him. He almost started to cry with joy, but he knew he had better things to do, run like hell for example. He tried to turn around but felt Lurch' hand on his shirt, grabbing a firm hold of it. In his mind he spoke his last words: "Thats it... I'm dead... goodbye cruel world!". He was soon lifted up into the air, hanging by his shirt and flopping around like a fish on dry land. "Whats your problem redhairshorty!? We was just gonna mess 'r up a lil'!" "Yeah, but.." Lurch was tired and let go of Lorcan, putting him back on the ground, but keeping hold of his shirt. "No buts you little twerp! Now you're gonna suffer too" Before he had even finished that sentence he pulled his arm back already, preparing a punch that would probably knock Lorcan out cold for days. In defense he raised his arms above his head, normally he'd put his right arm in front of his left, but today he instinctively put his left arm in front of his right. In a flash Lurch struck at Lorcan, all Lorcan could do was brace himself and hope he wouldn't be maimed for life. It was the moment of truth, Lurch' fist had made contact with Lorcan's left arm and he felt he was being blown backwards. But... some strange god be praised, it didn't hurt as much as it should have. Or well, his arm at least, the region that hit the ground first didn't feel so lucky and would probably be sore for a couple of days.

[Dervish]

Bulge landed heavily, but Nameless clung onto his ragged shirt and larger corpus, and flailed his fallen body with small fists. Bulge rolled and twisted, in an attempt to throw off the beast ontop of him, suddenly turning and swinging his large right arm up towards Nameless, it's weight as well as Bulge's twisting sent him flying. Nameless grabbed out at Bulges face, and felt something squishy around his nails as he flew off the boy onto the dirt. Another shriek rended the hot, dusty air in the courtyard, as Bulge clutched his bleeding eye, got up and ran towards the house. Nameless slowly rose himself, staring blankly at the two others, a few feet away from Lorcan and slightly further from Lurch, seeming even more menacing but feeling even more confused than ever.

[Lorcan]

Lorcan was still laying on the ground, when Lurch started walking towards him. He tried to get up and run away but Lurch was faster. Once again he had fallen in Lurch' clutches. Lurch came within striking distance and pulled his fist back again. While waiting for another blow at him Lorcan heard the shriek... Within it lied so much pain and suffering it seemed to hurt Lorcan as well, he looked around and saw Bulge with a bleeding eye, and the new guy... standing tall looking down upon his enemy. Bulge had started to run towards the house and knowing he'd be next, Lurch made a run for it as well! "Wh... what happened!?" Lorcan said. He tilted his head a little, wondering What in the name of something this new guy had done to Bulge.

[Dervish]

Nameless slowly walked towards the tree. His right leg dragged a little, it had been under Bulge when he landed. He seemed even shorter now, blood dripped from the tip of the fingers on his left hand in small occasional droplets. Everyone seemed to avoid the boy, a he slowly dragged himself towards the shadow of the tree.

[Lorcan]

"Wow! That was ama... hey! Hey, where are you going?" Lorcan muttered, apparently this new kid wasn't much of a talker. Then he started to walk away from Lorcan, this kid was really strange.. Lorcan looked at him while he was walking away and noticed the drops of blood on his hand. He started to walk after him and as soon as he stopped Lorcan stood in front of him. He felt as if he could rattle on forever, maybe it was the nervousness after having a brush with death, or because he was in another one of his moods again. "You sure showed him, He needed to be put in his place, the bastard.." "So yeah, whats your name!? Mine's Lorcan pleased to meet you!"

[Dervish]

The kid looked up at Lorcan. His elbows and knees were covered in short fur, and the long nails on his hands were either broken or bloodied. He had dark eyed, which seemed blank, and his entire posture seemed exhausted as he replied in a harsh but light voice. "I'm nameless..." Nameless looked over at him in a way that could be perceived as either scary or pitiable, then went over and sat down next to the tree, licking a scratch on his one hand, looking more or less like a wounded animal.

[Lorcan]

"What does that mean? Does that mean your name is Nameless, or that you don't have a name?" "How come you don't have a name, where you from?" While Lorcan was rattling on the new kid simply ignored him and moved over to the tree to sit down and lick his wounds, there he finally got a good look at 'nameless' and he was even weirder then Lorcan had first thought. He had hair on his elbows, long black nails and a very... feral feel about him. So Lorcan moved over with him to the tree. "Can you believe we just survived that!? I mean those two are like, the biggest meanest guys on the playground here." "You still haven't told me your name have you? Come on I told you mine so you're supposed to tell me yours, isn't that how it goes!?"