Things had been weird for Ren.
Even she could tell she was unstable. She felt unstable. She vacillated wildly between extreme highs and extreme lows. Work was going well, except when it wasn't. She was happy with Gareth, except when she wasn't. She never considered drinking poison again, except when she did.
She was normally in a good mood by about halfway through her work day, less angry, less sweary. She'd finished her tribute for the King out of stubbornness, but it had been finished for weeks and sat untouched in her little hidey hole. It was done, but she had no plans to give it to him. She hadn't actually seen the King since the fall festival, and didn't really want to, except for when she did, except for when she woke up hot and cold and needing and terrified. Her nightmares had only gotten worse, her dreams of being chased now joined by cruel mocking words. Now, instead of ending when she was caught, the King always killed her, and she always fell into the a dark black void with a distant roar like fierce winds.
She was already dressed in her uniform, which she still hated, although it wouldn't be time for her door to unlock for another fifteen minutes or so, judging by what her rats were saying. She'd taught several of them to tell time. She was sitting at her desk, which she had now only because she'd been moved permanently into the bedroom in which she'd nearly died, probably at the King's insistence. She was staring blankly at a book she wasn't reading, wondering if the King would ever tell her whether or not he was going to approve her proposal, which had been sent in ages ago. He might have burned it out of spite. She hoped Gareth had had the good sense to make copies, because she sure hadn't.
Her door opened, but it was too early, and it wasn't a quiet latch click the way it normally was. It came with footsteps.
She spun around as any number of rats shrieked the alarm, both in her head and in the form of protesting squeaks from around the room.
She always felt like it was bold of Colin to come in here. There were a lot of rats, enough that she could have overpowered him, mere human that he was. But he always closed the door behind him, so she wouldn't have been able to get out, and killing him wouldn't do her any good other than to get her back to the headman's noose or delivered to Avi with an apple in her mouth. He knew that, and that was probably why he did it.
He didn't even come in this time, just gave her a two sentence message.
Good outfit for tomorrow.
Gareth not coming in for weeks.
Her mind hit full panic instantly, racing as she tried to come up with more possible answers for this combination of pieces of news. Good outfits could only mean she was going somewhere special. Special normally meant the King. It wasn't as though there was a judge and jury other than him for her, not anymore. And no one else would see her without Gareth. She wasn't even allowed to leave the complex without him, although he'd taken her out with semi-regularity lately, adding walks to their daily routine even as the air got steadily colder.
No matter how she puzzled it, there was only one answer that made any sense.
"I wouldn't kill you in front of him."
She felt sick with terror, like she always seemed to get in front of the King, sooner or later. What had she done wrong? It was her depression, wasn't it, the mood swings that left her unstable, the way she'd started snapping at anyone who touched her or even brushed up against her if they weren't Gareth. Or maybe it was her lowered productivity at work, though it had always been low. She and Gareth got distracted regularly and spent more and more time doing things that weren't work, things to help her 'recovery.' Maybe the King had just finally gotten bored, like he'd said he would.
Ren had worked on her escape plan over the last few months. She'd gotten the idea the very first time Gareth took her out of the complex, when she'd smelled sewage as they walked and remembered something very important about the city's drainage system. But she hadn't actually done anything about it. Because Gareth was here, and she was warm to him as often as she was cold, and he took her for walks and was making sure she got more food at lunch, though not enough to make the overnight hunger pains any less agonizing. He thought her dizziness was still from the poison, months later, a long-term illness caused by one mistake.
It had been a backup plan, the way drinking poison had been a backup plan. She'd been thinking maybe she could make it work.
Now she saw how wrong she had been, and how wise she'd been to make those backup plans.
When fifteen minutes passed and the door didn't unlock, she knew she was in here for the day. Normally, she would wait until the cover of night for this, but she'd rather start now. If the King had taught her anything, it was just how much of a head start she'd really fucking need.
Her hands were shaking as she emptied out her supplies of what little she'd regathered. She changed out of her uniform, movements stiff and robotic, and into stolen clothing. Mostly stolen. Under her cloak and over her clothes went the shawl Gareth had given her. It made her feel sick to leave him like this, but what could she do? She was dead to him either way.
Her back was tiny, more of a pouch, really, because she needed to be small. It was already prepared, for the most part, but she opened it up and added a few important things: her would-be tribute to the King, the remaining bottle of nightshade moonshine, and the dried herbs, deadly poison to the last. Her final backup plan for if... or when... the King caught up to her. Not for him, but for her. She would steal herself from him if it was the very last thing she did.
She tucked Phoebe into her pouch and apologized to Timothy. He'd have to stay behind; once they realized she was gone, hopefully not until tomorrow morning, he'd be in charge of raising hell in the castle. It probably wouldn't distract the King from his hunt, but she could hope. She kissed him on the head, knowing she would never see him again, and then placed one lead coin on her desk. It wasn't as though they wouldn't be able to figure out what had happened quick, when they checked on her and found her gone. This was just a more personal fuck you to the King that had ruined her life several times over.
The window hadn't been one that opened when she moved in, but you'd be amazed what one genius with an army of rats could do given a few months. She slid it open soundlessly and slipped out.
As she had with the King, she used the rats as a lookout, following the path she'd memorized a hundred times over into the courtyard, until she found the grate. It wasn't large enough for a person, not really. Maybe a child, which was probably why it was locked. She twirled the key between her fingers, held her breath as it went in, exhaled when it clicked. She'd been ready to pick the lock, but this was better. Less chance of being seen.
If this didn't hide her scent, nothing would.
She dropped down into the sewage pipe. It was disgusting, but largely unused. The King'd had the whole water system redone when he took over; it had been something like five years to get it all done and they hadn't bothered tearing out the old pipes because it would have taken even longer. That meant she was crawling through shit that'd had almost a decade to rot in an underground space with very little air. Fortunately, she'd learned, she was actually remarkably hard to poison by any means.
She crawled through on her stomach; it was horribly claustrophobic, but at least she knew it didn't narrow. She'd had Phoebe and Timothy tear through every inch of this thing so she could build a map; they were the only ones who could be trusted that far away from her influence. It was a long, disgusting crawl, but she doubted the King would want to follow her through a shit-filled pipe, even if he could somehow shrink down small enough to do it.
Call it a loss, she prayed to him silently. Call it a loss and just assume I died like the idiot I am.
By the time she came out, hours later, at a pipe that dropped into the river as it wound out of the city, she had a worrying number of rats with her, as many as she could force to follow her through the sewers. Far more than she normally traveled with, but she wanted some security. Too many times now, she had been caught without, and this time, there could be no holding back to try and placate the King.
She ditched her filth-covered outer layer in the river, checked for guards, and then hit the road, pulling part of Gareth's shawl up over her head to block against the freezing winter winds.
Farewell to Aeris, and farewell to her first foolish love, but she had a life to keep living.
Even she could tell she was unstable. She felt unstable. She vacillated wildly between extreme highs and extreme lows. Work was going well, except when it wasn't. She was happy with Gareth, except when she wasn't. She never considered drinking poison again, except when she did.
She was normally in a good mood by about halfway through her work day, less angry, less sweary. She'd finished her tribute for the King out of stubbornness, but it had been finished for weeks and sat untouched in her little hidey hole. It was done, but she had no plans to give it to him. She hadn't actually seen the King since the fall festival, and didn't really want to, except for when she did, except for when she woke up hot and cold and needing and terrified. Her nightmares had only gotten worse, her dreams of being chased now joined by cruel mocking words. Now, instead of ending when she was caught, the King always killed her, and she always fell into the a dark black void with a distant roar like fierce winds.
She was already dressed in her uniform, which she still hated, although it wouldn't be time for her door to unlock for another fifteen minutes or so, judging by what her rats were saying. She'd taught several of them to tell time. She was sitting at her desk, which she had now only because she'd been moved permanently into the bedroom in which she'd nearly died, probably at the King's insistence. She was staring blankly at a book she wasn't reading, wondering if the King would ever tell her whether or not he was going to approve her proposal, which had been sent in ages ago. He might have burned it out of spite. She hoped Gareth had had the good sense to make copies, because she sure hadn't.
Her door opened, but it was too early, and it wasn't a quiet latch click the way it normally was. It came with footsteps.
She spun around as any number of rats shrieked the alarm, both in her head and in the form of protesting squeaks from around the room.
She always felt like it was bold of Colin to come in here. There were a lot of rats, enough that she could have overpowered him, mere human that he was. But he always closed the door behind him, so she wouldn't have been able to get out, and killing him wouldn't do her any good other than to get her back to the headman's noose or delivered to Avi with an apple in her mouth. He knew that, and that was probably why he did it.
He didn't even come in this time, just gave her a two sentence message.
Good outfit for tomorrow.
Gareth not coming in for weeks.
Her mind hit full panic instantly, racing as she tried to come up with more possible answers for this combination of pieces of news. Good outfits could only mean she was going somewhere special. Special normally meant the King. It wasn't as though there was a judge and jury other than him for her, not anymore. And no one else would see her without Gareth. She wasn't even allowed to leave the complex without him, although he'd taken her out with semi-regularity lately, adding walks to their daily routine even as the air got steadily colder.
No matter how she puzzled it, there was only one answer that made any sense.
"I wouldn't kill you in front of him."
She felt sick with terror, like she always seemed to get in front of the King, sooner or later. What had she done wrong? It was her depression, wasn't it, the mood swings that left her unstable, the way she'd started snapping at anyone who touched her or even brushed up against her if they weren't Gareth. Or maybe it was her lowered productivity at work, though it had always been low. She and Gareth got distracted regularly and spent more and more time doing things that weren't work, things to help her 'recovery.' Maybe the King had just finally gotten bored, like he'd said he would.
Ren had worked on her escape plan over the last few months. She'd gotten the idea the very first time Gareth took her out of the complex, when she'd smelled sewage as they walked and remembered something very important about the city's drainage system. But she hadn't actually done anything about it. Because Gareth was here, and she was warm to him as often as she was cold, and he took her for walks and was making sure she got more food at lunch, though not enough to make the overnight hunger pains any less agonizing. He thought her dizziness was still from the poison, months later, a long-term illness caused by one mistake.
It had been a backup plan, the way drinking poison had been a backup plan. She'd been thinking maybe she could make it work.
Now she saw how wrong she had been, and how wise she'd been to make those backup plans.
When fifteen minutes passed and the door didn't unlock, she knew she was in here for the day. Normally, she would wait until the cover of night for this, but she'd rather start now. If the King had taught her anything, it was just how much of a head start she'd really fucking need.
Her hands were shaking as she emptied out her supplies of what little she'd regathered. She changed out of her uniform, movements stiff and robotic, and into stolen clothing. Mostly stolen. Under her cloak and over her clothes went the shawl Gareth had given her. It made her feel sick to leave him like this, but what could she do? She was dead to him either way.
Her back was tiny, more of a pouch, really, because she needed to be small. It was already prepared, for the most part, but she opened it up and added a few important things: her would-be tribute to the King, the remaining bottle of nightshade moonshine, and the dried herbs, deadly poison to the last. Her final backup plan for if... or when... the King caught up to her. Not for him, but for her. She would steal herself from him if it was the very last thing she did.
She tucked Phoebe into her pouch and apologized to Timothy. He'd have to stay behind; once they realized she was gone, hopefully not until tomorrow morning, he'd be in charge of raising hell in the castle. It probably wouldn't distract the King from his hunt, but she could hope. She kissed him on the head, knowing she would never see him again, and then placed one lead coin on her desk. It wasn't as though they wouldn't be able to figure out what had happened quick, when they checked on her and found her gone. This was just a more personal fuck you to the King that had ruined her life several times over.
The window hadn't been one that opened when she moved in, but you'd be amazed what one genius with an army of rats could do given a few months. She slid it open soundlessly and slipped out.
As she had with the King, she used the rats as a lookout, following the path she'd memorized a hundred times over into the courtyard, until she found the grate. It wasn't large enough for a person, not really. Maybe a child, which was probably why it was locked. She twirled the key between her fingers, held her breath as it went in, exhaled when it clicked. She'd been ready to pick the lock, but this was better. Less chance of being seen.
If this didn't hide her scent, nothing would.
She dropped down into the sewage pipe. It was disgusting, but largely unused. The King'd had the whole water system redone when he took over; it had been something like five years to get it all done and they hadn't bothered tearing out the old pipes because it would have taken even longer. That meant she was crawling through shit that'd had almost a decade to rot in an underground space with very little air. Fortunately, she'd learned, she was actually remarkably hard to poison by any means.
She crawled through on her stomach; it was horribly claustrophobic, but at least she knew it didn't narrow. She'd had Phoebe and Timothy tear through every inch of this thing so she could build a map; they were the only ones who could be trusted that far away from her influence. It was a long, disgusting crawl, but she doubted the King would want to follow her through a shit-filled pipe, even if he could somehow shrink down small enough to do it.
Call it a loss, she prayed to him silently. Call it a loss and just assume I died like the idiot I am.
By the time she came out, hours later, at a pipe that dropped into the river as it wound out of the city, she had a worrying number of rats with her, as many as she could force to follow her through the sewers. Far more than she normally traveled with, but she wanted some security. Too many times now, she had been caught without, and this time, there could be no holding back to try and placate the King.
She ditched her filth-covered outer layer in the river, checked for guards, and then hit the road, pulling part of Gareth's shawl up over her head to block against the freezing winter winds.
Farewell to Aeris, and farewell to her first foolish love, but she had a life to keep living.
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RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by Tindome - 01-03-2020, 06:38 AM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 01-03-2020, 07:03 AM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by Tindome - 01-03-2020, 08:21 AM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 01-03-2020, 11:15 AM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by Tindome - 01-03-2020, 12:39 PM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 01-03-2020, 12:58 PM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by Tindome - 01-05-2020, 10:59 AM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 01-05-2020, 11:10 AM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by Tindome - 01-05-2020, 03:04 PM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 01-05-2020, 03:20 PM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by Tindome - 01-31-2020, 11:34 AM
RE: Beg Forgiveness [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 01-31-2020, 03:27 PM