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nature_girl (nature_girl) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-05-12 09:12:00

Current mood:	distressed
Entry tags:	gemini, libby, wolf

Week Thirteen- Saturday
Bad Experiences Stay with You...
Who: Gemini (open to Libby or anyone who hears Gem's screams, otherwise a Narrative)
What: Seeing all the men at the St. Patty's party triggered nightmares.
When: Saturday, late at night
Where: Gemini's Room at the white house.
Rating: R (Violence)

Gemini could hear the rough laughter of the men running behind her, hear each of the eight or ten feet that pounded through the shadow of Jacobs Hill. Legs burning, pain branching through her side, she pushed frantically forward through the dark trying in vain to put some distance between herself and her pursuers. But she could feel them gaining ground- could feel one man's breath almost on the back of her neck and her fingers grappling for the tendrils of her hair that the wind flew out behind her. Each time those large, fat fingers gained purchase, the wrenched her head forward, avoiding capture for a few blessed seconds. But she was losing speed. She had been running for what seemed like ages at the fastest pace and longest stride she could muster from her tired and under-nourished limbs. She cried out as her boot caught an unseen root- stumbling and faltering- just long enough for those vile hands to fist in her tangled and dirty hair and wrench her backwards, seemingly separating her scalp from her skull.

With a thud and a shriek, Gemini landed on her back in the wet leaves, her eyes blurring with tears, clouding the stars out of the dark, night sky. Her screams were not likely to be heard, not with that huge, brutal-looking man crushing his hand over her throat, closing it off just enough to make her gasp and whimper instead of cry out. She could feel the vibrations of his laughter as he called to his friends and seven shadows blocked out the light of the moon above her.

"Please-" The hand closed a little tighter, cutting off her breath as cold metal cut through the fabric of her jeans. Writhing and twisting, clawing at the hands that were trying to restrain her, Gemini fought against the brutes with pure animal instinct, forgetting all of the things her father had taught her as she panicked. She felt bile rise in her parched throat as hands grabbed at her, bruising and battering in their search for demented pleasure. She had to get them off, had to get away. Where was Callum? Where was her rucksack? Her knives? She couldn't reach the leather braid at her wrist, couldn't untie it and bring it around any throats. She couldn't do anything but scream as the hand left her throat to wrench apart her legs-

With a scream that echoed through the dark of the house, Gemini shot forward off of her sweat drenched pillow, stumbling out of her bed and throwing herself to the cool floor in the corner of the room. She clutched her knees to her chest, pulling her whites sleep-shirt over her legs to cover as much of her skin as possible as she sobbed into her folded arms. She hadn't been raped, had managed to escape that night in Colorado, but the nightmare had brought back ever detail, the smell of those filthy men, the cool air of the night as it chilled her sweating skin, the absence of Callum at her side...

In the back corner of her mind, Gemini registered that large lupine body edging closer to her, knowing that she needed him but that she would scream if anyone or anything touched her at the moment. She was panicking again, remembering every man that had every tried to gain favors for food or supplies over those wandering years. Remembering the face of each man that had been at the trading post earlier that night. She would have to learn to control her fear of men...Especially since she would be interacting with so many in this town... But for now, she let the panic take over and the sobs wrench from her chest.

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wolf_leader
2009-05-13 11:45 am UTC (link)

Wolf had skipped the party that night. He had woke up that morning with a bad feeling and thought that it might be better for him to just stay at home. He checked up on the other tribe members at the apartments and then set about doing any of the chores around the place that needed done. His ego was still too bruised for him to bring himself to venture out to the farm. He was still angry at Grey for what had happened to Nova.

He knew that eventually he'd have to come to some kind of understanding with Grey, but he didn't know how to just yet. He couldn't sacrafice everything they'd all worked so hard to build the last few years. What mattered was that Nova was still alive and happy, but Wolf had a hard time letting go of things. Especially when they pertained to the well-being of the people that he cared about.

A lot of the tribe had gone to the St. Patrick's Day party. Wolf had heard that it was an all-tribe party, and he didn't feel like seeing any of the Mountain Lions. He knew that when the time came for them to seek retribution against Jace and Bishop he'd see enough of them. He'd urged anyone who wanted to go to the party to avoid any Mountain Lions at all costs, and to by no means mention the drifters.

He went to bed early that night in an effort to quiet his unsettling thoughts about the Mountain Lions, Grey, and everything else. However, his sleep was interrupted by a girl's scream. At first he wasn't sure of what he thought he had heard. He sat up in bed and grabbed the handgun that he kept hidden under the night stand. Wolf hated guns, but they had their purpose. He was fairly sure that he'd heard a scream, and that it had come from Nova's old room. He got out of bed as silently as he could and snuck carefully from his room, listening for any other sound. It was strange that Gemini's dog wasn't barking. Surely he would have barked if someone was in the house.

He nudged Libby's door open and saw her safe in her bed, though she looked restless. He turned from her bedroom them and went farther down the hall to Gemini's room. He listened at the door. He heard someone crying but nothing else. He nudged the door open and looked all around the room. Gemini's bed was empty and there didn't seem to be anyone else in the room, but then he saw her huddled in the corner and Callum nearby her. He stepped in and glanced around the room. He was sure there was no one there so he lowered the gun and held it at his side. He didn't want to scare her.

"Gemini?" He said as he walked closer to her. He leaned forward and put a hand out to touch her shoulder. "Are you all right? Is everything

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nature_girl
2009-05-13 03:45 pm UTC (link)

Gemini hardly registered the door as it slowly swung open, revealing the leader of her sister's tribe standing in the opening. But she sensed the man treading softly across the floor, his large hand inching toward her shoulder. As much as it shamed her, she couldn't stop the wrenching sob tearing from her chest. She couldn't stop herself from launching herself out of the corner, determined to not be trapped by this man that towered over her. She moved to the opposite wall in quick, feline movements, drawing her weapon from around her wrist and holding it at the ready. Responding to her movements and the horrendous noises erupting from her throat, Callum lunged between Wolf and his master, a deep growl echoing from his jaws and daring the man to step forward and have his throat ripped out.

Gemini's voice was low, grating and desperate- a warning that her sanity was sketchy at best, that her panic was pulling her over the edge.

"Stay away from me, Wolf. Don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me!"

And yet her mind was screaming, 'He's ok. He doesn't hurt Libby. He won't hurt you. Calm down.'

But he was so big compared to her! So much like those men that had caught up to her in the woods. She could feel their hands again, could see the evil grins on their faces and smell their sweat as they tried to subdue her. She could see Wolf through the haze of her panic and see features that reminded her of the men that had tried to rape her, who had asked her for favors in the place of food. A nose like the man in Kansas. His eyes like a man in Louisiana. The hands, stretched out in that wounded-animal fashion, so like the brute that had grabbed her in New Mexico. She needed a friend. Someone she trusted. Someone she could lean on that didn't send the screams tearing from her throat again.

Lowering herself to a crouch, ready to pounce but sitting on her heels in a terrified ball, Gemini pulled Callum's vicious form into her arms and sobbed into the raised fur along his spine.

"Libby... Shadow... Saint... Saint... Please.... Don't let them touch me... Don't let them hurt me..."