02-15-2021, 08:42 AM
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creed holloway was a curse.
time and time again, she would remind herself of this. she thought that if she kept repeating it to herself, she might eventually stop letting people in, stop letting people close. she was like a fire in that way, warm and secure to be around at a distance, but the closer you got, the more danger you are in until you eventually get burned. there had been one death that she had been silently waiting for - her own. out of all of the people that walked in and out of her life, she was certain that she deserved to die more than anyone else before her had.
there was a deep guilt buried within her that only grew each time she lost someone. why had she been the only one to make it out of so many of those past missions she went on? why did her family die, why did arrow die? like all of them, the same fate was met by her most recent relation. during her plans on taking down her own demons back at the insurrection, she crossed paths with a younger member who couldn't have been older than she was when she was forced into life in no mans land.
his timid nature reminded her so much of arrow... if it hadn't been for the fact that arrow died in her arms and the icy blue eyes in contrast to the dark brown all of her family shared, she could have sworn it was like looking straight into her little brother's eyes again. she had been reluctant to take him under her wing, but there was no way in hell that she could possibly leave him there, even with the strong, deeply buried worries she had that he wouldn't make it out just like arrow.
it wasn't going to end the same, she had decided. ty was going to survive, he was going to get a life worth living, and for the first time in forever, she was right. he did make it out with nothing but a few cuts and bruises. even if creed did get grazed by a bullet in the process, she didn't care because all that was important was that he was alive, and he stayed that way as they traveled from place to place.
until one day he wasn't.
it had been a fluke, a dumb fucking situation that shouldn't even have happened. for so long, creed had always slept with one eye open and had always made sure that whatever place she had been staying in was secure and safe. 'it's okay, it's only one night.' he had reassured her over and over again, but it wasn't okay. even though she should have expected it, she didn't realize that there had been a squad that was closing in on the duo.
she was the only one to make it out that night.
creed had decided to stay on her own from that day on and had for months, but eventually found herself returning back to the badlands. even with the mindless wandering, the scenery began to grow more familiar with each step she took and when she would try to turn around and head elsewhere, she would only loop back. she was soon to give up on the losing battle she was facing and approached the oceanside city, a lazy and unnamed hound following after her.
there was a tightness that grew in her throat, making her reach up to run her hand over the scar on her throat from a more unfavorable memory. how much had changed since she had left? she had been gone for well over a year now, she knew very well that so much could change in that amount of time. instead of stopping at the border, she kept walking right into the territory, a huff escaping her lips as her combat boots soon began to walk through the sand. for awhile, she stood on the beach, staring off at the sun starting to rise over the horizon before she eventually sat down, not currently caring about the sand getting all over her clothes.
creed holloway was a curse.
time and time again, she would remind herself of this. she thought that if she kept repeating it to herself, she might eventually stop letting people in, stop letting people close. she was like a fire in that way, warm and secure to be around at a distance, but the closer you got, the more danger you are in until you eventually get burned. there had been one death that she had been silently waiting for - her own. out of all of the people that walked in and out of her life, she was certain that she deserved to die more than anyone else before her had.
there was a deep guilt buried within her that only grew each time she lost someone. why had she been the only one to make it out of so many of those past missions she went on? why did her family die, why did arrow die? like all of them, the same fate was met by her most recent relation. during her plans on taking down her own demons back at the insurrection, she crossed paths with a younger member who couldn't have been older than she was when she was forced into life in no mans land.
his timid nature reminded her so much of arrow... if it hadn't been for the fact that arrow died in her arms and the icy blue eyes in contrast to the dark brown all of her family shared, she could have sworn it was like looking straight into her little brother's eyes again. she had been reluctant to take him under her wing, but there was no way in hell that she could possibly leave him there, even with the strong, deeply buried worries she had that he wouldn't make it out just like arrow.
it wasn't going to end the same, she had decided. ty was going to survive, he was going to get a life worth living, and for the first time in forever, she was right. he did make it out with nothing but a few cuts and bruises. even if creed did get grazed by a bullet in the process, she didn't care because all that was important was that he was alive, and he stayed that way as they traveled from place to place.
until one day he wasn't.
it had been a fluke, a dumb fucking situation that shouldn't even have happened. for so long, creed had always slept with one eye open and had always made sure that whatever place she had been staying in was secure and safe. 'it's okay, it's only one night.' he had reassured her over and over again, but it wasn't okay. even though she should have expected it, she didn't realize that there had been a squad that was closing in on the duo.
she was the only one to make it out that night.
creed had decided to stay on her own from that day on and had for months, but eventually found herself returning back to the badlands. even with the mindless wandering, the scenery began to grow more familiar with each step she took and when she would try to turn around and head elsewhere, she would only loop back. she was soon to give up on the losing battle she was facing and approached the oceanside city, a lazy and unnamed hound following after her.
there was a tightness that grew in her throat, making her reach up to run her hand over the scar on her throat from a more unfavorable memory. how much had changed since she had left? she had been gone for well over a year now, she knew very well that so much could change in that amount of time. instead of stopping at the border, she kept walking right into the territory, a huff escaping her lips as her combat boots soon began to walk through the sand. for awhile, she stood on the beach, staring off at the sun starting to rise over the horizon before she eventually sat down, not currently caring about the sand getting all over her clothes.
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