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I. (Written May 22, 2024, just back posting to make my profile less empty :3) II. For better quality/backstory/info, please visit my site <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed">https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed</a> III. Writing commissions and requests are open! Dm me on my main site or my insta; <a href="https://www.instagram.com/lanalightspeed/">https://www.instagram.com/lanalightspeed/</a> A little 'fanart' of a story concept my friend wrote: Phoenix's Toyhouse: <a href="https://toyhou.se/17903704.phoenix-c-sona">https://toyhou.se/17903704.phoenix-c-sona</a> And Fox was based off a friend's oc: <a class="_3Bkfb _19Iz5 _1lsz7" href="https://toyhou.se/17698142.shade" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc">https://toyhou.se/17698142.shade</a> Pain radiated, like a tremor, through her body- the wind knocked from her lungs. Fox lay helplessly on her side, taking shallow cautioning breaths. The earthy smell of rain lingered in the air, bringing back memories from Fox’s childhood that hung of the edge of being forgotten. Dancing shadows drifted across the carpet of brown fallen leaves as the light sifts, like sand, through the ever-flowing canopy far above her head. It seemed so untouched by the cruel, destructive hands of humanity. Yet, the stinging scent of copper and iron still hung on the breeze. The same smell that coated the facility; inside and out, clinging to the armor the soldiers wore as they valiantly stood guard for a cause they believed to be noble. The smell was a bitter reminder that though the facilities electric bars and concrete walls no longer held them; they weren’t free. The ringing in her ears was slowly replaced by desperate cries for help and screams of terror belonging to the pursuing guards. Dragging her lower body like a soldier crawling through trenches, Fox dragged herself to the shelter of a rocky overhang where she permitted herself a short rest to baby the mutated, foxlike leg that was sending white hot pain up through her body.    Tears threatened at her eyes. She could hear the birds, quietly cautioning to each other, as silence rippled through the forest. Something was off. A crack followed by a cry of agony, echoed through the forest, originating somewhere above her. Birds took panicked flight into the bright azure abyss. They wouldn’t shoot her… would they? Imagine; their unstoppable war machine ruined by a few gunshots. The thundering of something massive tearing through the canopy sent vibrations through the cliff wall behind her back. A heavy, earth rocking thud pulsed through Fox’s body, inducing more pain to her growing agony. That could have only been one person. “Phoenix…” Fox whispered, trying to drag herself out of under the overhang. The giant bird-like human pushed herself up with a mangled groan and climbed to her feet, trying to untangle her knot of tattered wings, broken netting and angry, bleeding limbs. Her once-powerful demeanor an exhausted hunch as Phoenix rested, hands on knees, trying to catch her breath. “Phoenix,” Fox whimpered, managing into the patchy sunlight. Their eyes met and relief washed over Phoenix’s face as if her pain has melted into the ground; “You’re okay!” Stumbling over to where her friend lay, Phoenix dropped to her knees, taking Fox’s face in her hands. “I didn’t think you’d survive the fall… They grabbed me; right out of the air…” “I… know-“, Fox breathed “-but It’s okay… we’re okay…” Holding Phoenix’s hand to her face, she tried to let go of the returning terror that had gripped her, only minutes ago, as she had watched Phoenix and the facility soldiers rapidly fly upwards and the nauseating feeling of freefall. As they crouched, time seemed to stop for a moment… But only a moment, as the whoosh of a flare gun being fired broke the silence. Phoenix swore under her breath. She was exhausted- Fox could tell. They’d been on the run from the facility for days. That was until she had hurt her ankle and Phoenix had carried her for the rest. Not that the powerful, beast of a person would admit fatigue. Phoenix was far too proud. “We have to keep moving, they know where we are now.” Phoenix declared, pushing herself to her feet to throw off the last of the singed netting that clung to her magnificent, yet tattered, wings of red, orange and gold. Phoenix gave the cliff face, and just beyond; the ledge which sat just beyond the canopy, a blistering glare of deep rooted loathing. “The longer we’re here-“ “No…. I-, I can’t.” “What?” Fox pushed herself onto her side with a gasp of agony. “I can’t, Phoenix…” She begged, tears running down her grimy, dirt covered skin. “Please, let’s just stay here-…“ “N-no; are you serious? They’ll catch you and you won’t be able to get away again. I won’t be able to help you-…” Phoenix’s voice was slowly rising, laced with concern and utter disbelief. “I can’t keep going…” Fox whispered; words choked and dry. Phoenix looked as if she was about to punch something or break down in an exhausted mess. “You can’t-” She forced through gritted teeth, “I can’t- I can’t leave you…” “I’ll be oka-“ “YOU WON’T!” Suddenly; silence- heavy silence. Phoenix crouched, bringing her hands up to her face to bite down onto her knuckle. “They’ll get you.” She whispered, “And, they’ll turn you into a monster. They’ll do to you, what they did to me. They can’t have mutations running free- they won’t stop until they get you… I can’t… I-I can’t let them… I can’t lose you.” For the first time since being taken into the facility, 6 years ago; Fox saw tears rolling down Phoenix’s unnaturally hot skin. Steam danced off her tan complexion and curled elegantly up into the air, fading into the breeze. “You won’t lose me… I promise.” Fox whispered, taking Phoenix’s hand and pressing her cracked lips to the bird’s bloodied knuckles. With a reassuring glance, Phoenix lifted Fox onto her back, cradling her with her outstretched wings to prevent her from slipping. The heat radiating off the bird’s body made Fox sleepy and she wrapped her arms around Phoenix’s neck. Like a titan, Phoenix slowly rose to her feet and began the grueling hike, away from the cliff face, into the valley below. Maybe, just maybe, they could find somewhere to hide.

The Fox and the Phoenix

Posted by Lanalightspeed

[I’m sorry for the ending in advance- I listened to rock when I wrote it and got carried away. ;-;] [CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT! DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED BY DEATH, SUFFERING, BLOOD, MURDER!!!!] I. (Written May 9, 2024, just back posting to make my profile less empty :3) II. For better quality/backstory/info, please visit my site <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed">https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed</a> III. Writing commissions and requests are open! Dm me on my main site or my insta; https://www.instagram.com/lanalightspeed/ The hand that I had clutched at my abdomen is stained bright crimson. I’m not sure what else I hoped for. Deep down, it’s probably what I expected. I blink, trying to clear my blurring vision- each time trying harder and harder to will the blood to be a corrupted figment of my imagination. The sickening pain in my stomach tells me that it’s not. I sit back, looking at the sky. You can’t see the stars because of the city lights, but I would have given so much just to see them one more time. I push myself to all fours, trying to find the willpower to stand. A wave of nausea- worse than the last, washes over me and I crouch into a ball, postponing any thoughts of trying to continue until the feeling subsides. Everything hurts… I’m so tired... There’s a price to pay for national secrets, one too hefty for a single mere person to pay. The rabbit can’t outsmart the fox… Even if I thought I could. I feel it seep through my fingers: warm, sticky blood.  I’m so tired, but I’m not scared. I’m almost comforted by the thought of what awaits me. Better than anything they could dream up as a punishment for what I’ve done. I feel it trickle out from under my hand. I’m losing blood faster than I’m losing hope. I’m suddenly gripped by a violent coughing fit that paints the dirty highway shoulder below my hands a metallic scarlet. Pain tears through my side and I pull tighter into my ball clutching my empty stomach as it threatens to turn itself inside out again. The wind from a passing car in the far lane of the highway blows dust up into my eyes, sending empty plastic bottles and discarded papers flying in its wake. My heart stops for a moment as I try to assess the car with doubling, uncooperative vision. It’s not the black tinted SUVs driven by the government- but you can never be too careful. Not now, not these days. The car races away as quickly as it appeared, the taillights disappearing into the blurry mess of lights from the iridescently glowing city outskirts. I hear the mournful wail of a siren, quickly drowned out by the clacking of a passenger train passing on the bridge overhead. I feel the vibrations through the highway. I could have been on that train. Two more cars emerge from the tunnel in front of me. With each one’s coming and going I freeze; unable to move, unable to breathe. All I can do is watch helplessly and pray they don’t skid to a stop and blow my brains all over the litter strewn concrete. No, actually, they wouldn’t do that. They’re too cruel to offer me the mercy of death. They would string me up, carve their lies into my mind and leave me in agony while they destroy everything that I’ve worked for, everything that I’ve suffered for. Another coughing fit racks my body, leaving me exhausted and only able to take shaky breaths between muffled cries of pain. I can feel it, in my jacket pocket; the heavy metal box that pushes roughly into my side. I push myself up, clinging to the concrete barrier that acts as a bridge railing for the normally busy highway. Crimson and ash smear on the dull grey blocks as I try to guide myself toward the tunnel, using the barrier as my crutch. One hand, one step at a time; I’m shuffling toward the shadow of the tunnel. I feel like a sink with the plug pulled as more warm fluid flows from the bullet wound in my side, weakening me with my every step. I’m okay… just, so tired… I manage slowly into the shadow of the tunnel before dropping to my knees like a puppet with the strings cut. So close… So very tired… I feel the weight of the contents and despite all odds, I find myself chuckling before another set of deadly coughs double me over. I’m going to be okay… I just need to get a little further… I pull out the box and weigh it in my hand. The glossy silver sides, now smeared with blood and grit, reflect a fragment of a person I once was. Not that I recognise that person anyway; the one with his photo plastered on LED advertisement boards on every building in the city. There’s no going back.  I’m left to stare at my worse than dishevelled appearance; blood running from multiple cuts on my face. My jet black hair, wet and stricken with blood and sweat is stuck to my dry and peeling face. Was it all worth it? In the end, did I even stand a chance? If I fail, all I leave is broken hopes of a world that could have been different. My thoughts stray to the fragments of dreams I once had, fuelling me to bring myself, once more, to my feet. I’ll do it for them; I’ll keep going for them. I stow the box, that caused all this pain, safely back in my pocket and inch forward alongside the concrete barrier.  I feel so exposed, so alone. Like an addict reaching for his pills with shaking hands, I reluctantly draw from my pocket; my mobile device. I’m naively wishing for a message, a missed call. The isolation of rebellion is slowly eating away at me. Pressing the button I have a thousand times; the little screen flashes to life. Someone help me… As I attempt to navigate the little menu, my vision doubles and another wave of nausea hits me. Anyone… Please…  I’m crouching over again, clinging desperately to the concrete slab as my stomach forces a full body wretch sending white hot paint up through my ribs. A mangled cry of pain escapes my cracked and bloodstained lips and I fall forward, hanging to the concrete barrier like a lifeline. If I hit the ground, I don’t think I’ll be able to get up again. So tired… I hear the screeching of tires, belonging to a car I didn’t even realised passed through the tunnel, from behind me. I wait for the rough hands to grab me by the hair and manhandle me like a rag doll into the back of the cold and clinical cars. Wait for the all too familiar jabbing of the barrel and the flick the safety switch being turned off… But… they don’t… The voice who I hear calling my name sends tears, I didn’t know I had left, flowing down my cheeks, carving paths in the crusted blood. Washing away the ache from grieving the life I lost, with the people I loved. Instead of scalp wrenching force, I get gentle hands, gliding along my back to settle under my arm. I feel the warmth of her next to me, lifting my up like my crutch. The only words I can let out are drowned out from a body racking sob. All strength fails me, but determinedly she holds me up. “When you didn’t check in…” She tries to start but I can hear the pain in her voice and she chokes on her words. We hobble in silence. It happened so fast. It’s almost ironic that time seemed to slow down. The small army of the government’s SUVs screeching to a halt on the freeway and the blinding flash of the escape van being blown into raining shards of flaming metal. The brief weightlessness of being lifted off my feet. I might have lost consciousness for a second, because it seems all too soon that I’m being forced to my knees, my hair ripped back to lift my head. Steady hands hold me fast. It’s not like I had the energy to struggle anyway. I hang limp in their grasp. The silhouette of a man in all black approaches me; flame and smoke outline him like a hero walking away from a battle scene. Ironic- isn’t it? Lexi has the energy to struggle, and I can see her fighting the men who force her onto her knees, cuffing and gagging her. Maybe I’m too tired to think straight, but it seems pointless. They’ve already let me slip through their fingers once- it won’t happen again. The man, from his pocket, takes out a pair of gloves like a butcher preparing to gut an animal. “Doctor Jack Halsey…” He muses, circling me like a vulture. I’m so tired… too tired to feel anymore. Just let me-... Let me go… I stare, with hazy eyes, into burning wreckage of the escape van. “Seven border crossings, four different identities… and yet you still can’t escape us.” He comes around again, crouching down to take my chin roughly in his hand. He lifts my head violently, staring into my face; studying me. He’s looking for fear, or hate- but I won’t give him anything. For a moment, it seems if we’re hung in the balance. All time stops and for a moment, behind his eyes filled with pride and bitter resent, I can almost see-… “But you never could anyway. We’ve been watching you, tracking you. There wasn’t a hope in hell for you.” He shoves my head away, straightening up with a light chuckle, but it’s forced; I can tell. The way he turns away as soon as he’s upright, the sudden alertness he has for his surroundings. He’s scared. Of me; maybe- but I know for certain it’s of what I’ve done. What I’ve started. “It’s all a game, Ned.” I manage with all the confidence and strength my failing body can muster. “You got me… But you don’t win. You never win. They’ll always win. It’s their game, we’re just playing it.” The man only laughs, “You’re just trying to buy time… But for what- I can’t imagine. You don’t think we don’t know about the rest of your plan?” The shock that washes over my body like a tidal wave doesn’t show on my face. Impossible- how could they have known? Lexi however fights back with furious screams and insults, all muffled by her gag, while I hang limp in a stage of complete and utter horror. “So!” He concludes triumphantly, clapping his hands together. “With nowhere to go, no one to help you; you might as well give up now. So I’ll only ask once; where is it.” I choose to remain silent as I continue to stare into the flames. “Mm… Uncooperative are we?” He muses in a pitying tone. “Well, that’s too bad. Search him.” The order was issued with a snap of the fingers and rough hands are instantly slapping my sides, feeling for anything that might resemble- The box is drawn out from my pocket and I’m released to flop, exhausted and defeated to my side. True agony sends another wave of nausea through my body and blood trickles over my barely parted lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? It’s almost like-….” The irritatingly smug voice cuts off and the heavy metal box is hurled at my broken body. The contents; a single piece of paper, flutter down in front of my face. Scrawled across the yellowing and stained scrap was two words; Screw. You. “You think this is a game?” He snaps forcefully, ignoring my groans from my newly acquired bruise to add to my collection. The flames are hazy and I can feel the blood that has drained from my body soak into the fabric on my thighs. I can’t keep this up, I’m just so tired… My hair is grabbed, pulling my limp body back to its knees. I hardly feel the crisp slap that’s forces my head to lull to the side. “Well, perhaps we have to be more persuasive.” He whispers, voice slick with deadly venom. He’s desperate. I knew for certain as I lifted my head to look at the government officer standing over Lexi, that nothing else could have given me more willpower to fight back at the crushing hands holding me. Her name formed in my throat but another violent coughing fit crushed any attempt of calling out to her. The officers holding her pull her head back, sliding off the gag that protected them from the now audible threats and curses. I hear the click of a gun with the safety being flicked off. “It doesn’t have to be like this. Just tell me where the real box is; and we’ll let her go. We’ll let you both go.” More lies, more deadly toxicity, more desperate to succeed.   “Don’t do it, Jack.” She hisses threateningly. She knows where this will get her, but it’s for a cause; the cause. We have to make some sacrifices. I feel a tear, that I didn’t know had been welling up in my eye, drop down onto my cheek. I feel Lexi’s eyes on me, gluing my mouth shut. She’d probably strangle me to prevent my saying anything. Not that I would anyway. Saying anything won’t save her. Nothing will. The government officer grits his teeth and puts his gun back in its holster. “Perhaps I’ve been a little too lenient.” With a flick of his hand, Lexi is dragged over- kicking and screaming, to the end of the shell of our burning van. I watch with hazy eyes. I feel like a prisoner inside my own body. I can’t move- I can’t speak… I’m just- so tired… “Last chance.” He warns in a dangerously quiet tone. I want to scream; to yell out, to say anything. But yet, I’m as still and silent as the box that lies broken and ruined. Its contents spilled. He looks for the real box, but little does he know- the box he has deemed as fake, still holds what he is looking for. The cleverly designed compartment inside conceals the very thing that so many have lost their lives for. Except- I’m not like the box. I couldn’t hold my own when they turned my upside town and took away everything. I didn’t fulfil my purpose. I failed. The government officer shrugs and with a flick of his hand, Lexi is thrown into the burning van. Then the screaming starts- mangled, desperate screams. I see her fight to get up but she’s engulfed in flames. My vision hazes again and her pleading cries for help play through my mind like a twisted melody. Lexi looks like a candle, only one that melts flesh and blood. I watch her collapse in bursts of agonising spams. Her perfect skin peeling from her face in furious blisters, eyes wide with fear. Inside my head I’m a mournful desperate mess. Tears flow from my unresponsive and lifeless body as slowly the weight of exhaustion pulls of my eyelids. I’m just so tired… Lexi…

Blood and Boxes

Posted by Lanalightspeed

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