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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on Dec 14, 2009 0:46:08 GMT -5
Hannah stood there a moment, eyes wide and ears pinned down in shock. She was completely silent, unable to think of anything to say. If a hyena could cry, she would have been, and the urge to run up to him, to bury her head in his fur, was almost unbearable. She actually even took a couple of steps towards him. But she forced herself to step back again.
The woman was just... unsure about how she should feel. Fury, for what he had done, or glee that there was a tiny sliver of a chance he still cared for her. She let out a low whine, furry body shaking.
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Post by Alex Proyhasko on Dec 14, 2009 1:57:43 GMT -5
Alex felt something inside him burst, almost like a dam breaking. Emotion surfaced in the tide of feelings let free. Seeing Hannah do nothing else but whine and step forward, then back, made him feel so ashamed, so sorry, even more so than before. He didn’t know what to say now. He’d expected to meet a wall of anger, hatred and distrust. But she didn’t know how to react, and now he’d been thrown off balance.
<Hannah… I…> he began to start, choking again. <I… I didn’t… want this… I’m sorry…> That was all he could manage without his voice cracking. Alex took a step towards her, unsure. He wanted to console her, but he wasn’t sure how and if he could. It was so alien to him, all this emotion.
<What do I do? She still hates me, I’m sure. But maybe she understands better now?> he wondered. He shook his head. <What can I possibly say? I still left her behind…> But he still found himself walk over to her and press his muzzle to her flank. <I… I’m sorry.>
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on Dec 14, 2009 2:32:17 GMT -5
Hannah let him press her head against her flank, shuddering at his touch. Unable to control herself any longer, she pushed against him, emitting thought-sobs and feeling odd that she couldn't actually cry. She backed up a bit, pushing her head into his chest into his neck fur.
<I just... you left, and... I didn't know what to do,> she said between sobs, voice cracking. <And I figured, y'know, why live?! What was the point?! But... I had people to talk me out of it. And I didn't know whether or not to be happy about that, and I'm still not quite sure.> She was reaching hysterics, at that point; everything she'd kept bottled up for years pouring out at all once wasn't good for her outward appearance of sanity.
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Post by Alex Proyhasko on Dec 14, 2009 23:29:25 GMT -5
Alex whimpered as she spoke. It was all too much for him to handle. Seeing her like this because of him broke his heart… Even the part of him that fought for the cold, hard emotions to come back couldn’t even try to hold him back now. He just stayed where he was, trying to convey some sense of comfort through his muzzle to her.
<I had no idea,> Alex sniffled. <I’m so sorry. I never wanted any of this to happen to you. I didn’t think… Well, I thought death… I don’t even know anymore.> It was hard for him to not start sobbing too, but he knew if he did it would only make things worse for Hannah, and he couldn’t do that.
<I want you to be happy though that someone was there for you, and I am eternally greatful for whoever did that. Hannah, if you had died… What would have happened to Clay? And I can’t bear the thought of you dying,> he choked.
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on Dec 20, 2009 20:20:04 GMT -5
<That's just the thing,> Hannah murmured. <I don't... know anything anymore.> Her sobs were beginning to get few and far between, but she was still "crying".
<But I would have died, before, if you hadn't stepped in... I would have died, and David's the one that would have killed me.> A shiver went through her body, and she pressed harder into his fur, letting out one last sob.
<I don't know what do anymore, Alex, and I don't know what to think or what to say... Everything just...> The woman floundered for the right word, grasping for something that would fit. <Everything just sucks.>
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((Understatements are fun.))
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Post by Alex Proyhasko on Dec 22, 2009 5:54:41 GMT -5
Alex stayed pressed against Hannah, listening to what she said. He wasn't sure what he could say in respect to David. <David had to do what was right for the Brotherhood,> he argued. <But he didn't have to try to kill her! It was the originals that he should have only gone after! You shouldn't have had to make sure Hannah wasn't there!> he mentally countered. <David should never have gotten involved with Hannah period.>
<I can't justify what David did. He was wrong to have even thought of trying to kill you with the rest of the Animorphs,> he sniffled. <I understand why he did it, but he was still in the wrong.>
Alex laughed bitterly when she said that everything just sucked. <Tell me about it. Twenty years ago no one would have guessed the world would have turned out like this. I cant argue that lives have been torn apart, mine and yours for starters. Not to mention Clay's...> He choked on that thought, and he pushed it aside. <It's all just turned out wrong,> he finished sadly
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on Dec 23, 2009 18:37:14 GMT -5
Hannah shivered, closing her eyes for a long moment. People were going to begin to wonder what was taking her, she realized. But she didn't want to go. She felt like if she did, it might just rip her heart out. Still...
She stood slowly, looking into his eyes. <I have to... leave. They're going to wonder where I went to.> Her tail and ears drooped in a dejected manner; she knew full well she might not ever see him on good terms again. And that hurt her, more then anything else. The knowledge that she had to hate him was killing her.
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Post by Alex Proyhasko on Dec 29, 2009 1:25:35 GMT -5
<I have to... leave. They're going to wonder where I went to.>
Alex sadly looked up into her eyes. He knew that she had to go, and he knew he should go too before David got suspicious. But he still didn't want to leave; he knew that after this, they would probably have to go back to hating each other. And after this, he didn't want to have to hate her anymore. It had destroyed enough of his life already.
<I... I should probably go too,> he replied sadly. He looked down for a moment, wondering what he should say, then looked up again and said, <Do you think we'll see each other again?>
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on Dec 29, 2009 1:50:04 GMT -5
<I... I should probably go too. Do you think we'll see each other again?>
Hannah looked down at the ground, finding herself at a loss for words. What should she say to him? What could she say to him? She stepped forward again, hesitantly, and licked him on the muzzle.
<I probably shouldn't, and it's probably bad, but... I really hope we do. On good terms.> The woman choked, nearly starting to cry again, and gave him another lick on the muzzle. She rested her head there a moment, savoring it, then turned and trotted away.
I'm such an idiot, but I still... No. Hannah couldn't even think the words to herself. She gave one last furtive glance back, and then she was gone.
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Post by Alex Proyhasko on Dec 29, 2009 2:06:46 GMT -5
Alex watched as she left, struggling with the emotions building up inside of him now. He stared after her, even when she was out of sight. It was only after he demorphed that everything hit him full force and he couldn't take keeping it all bottled up inside anymore.
Alex crumpled onto the ground and sobbed. It was all so unfair; he was supposed to hate her, but he'd never stopped loving her somehow. It was still there, lying dormant inside of him. It was almost like a splinter that he didn't want to rip out because he knew the pain would be too much.
Alex lay there for a while, silently running through his thoughts. It was only when he realized he had probably been gone for too long that he forced himself to stand up. He look one last glance in the direction Hannah had left, and turned away. He walked over and picked up his gun. Alex saw Bertha there and thought sadly, <I'll keep it as a reminder of her.> He picked it up and set off back to the city.
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