Break The Chain:: Verse - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

She gave him a thumbs-up of assurance as she disappeared from view, getting ready to enact the second part of the plan: Keeping everyone out long enough for his words to be said.

She takes out some wire as she walked down the hall, pulling out enough to create a simply wired trap. Pulling out a cannister of glitter, she sets it the trap completed. She thought about what it would be like if she took the initiative the way JD’s doing now. Would things be different?

She may never know because it happened so long ago, nothing could be changed, no how much she thinks about it. She can only hope that JD succeeded in this plan. So that he could have that potential happy ending

While she sets her glitter traps in specific parts of the hallway, Lucie stays close behind her, keeping her supplies at hand, but to act as an alarm in case someone comes and they need to hide and watch their trap rain glitter that would be difficult to wash out for weeks.

She backed up confused at Wade was trying to do. She thought he was angry, ready to shield herself if she had to. But the biggest surprise came to her when she felt his arms wrap around her in a warm embrace. A warmth she hasn’t felt in a long, long time.

Everything stops for her when she hears these words, causing her to freeze up. For years she had built herself as this person, this warrior with no fear, so much so that she dares to take on the COG. Probably the only person who actively did so. As the Magpie, she had no fear. But she didn’t have anybody with her, to help her and be there for her like Wade was. And another surprise, happened when Fahz joined in on the embrace.

All of this emotion was swelling up in her throat. Everything she had buried down was starting to fall apart at the seams. She couldn’t take it anymore and broke down in tears. She wrapped her arms around them both as tears fell from her face, crying her heart out. She was small, unlike the herculean gears she was so used to seeing, but there was no denying how big her heart was, and it showed in her tears.

As each sob grew louder, a wave of emotions came spilling out every time. For so long she had been alone, carrying burdens while trying to do the right thing. Her eyes, red and puffy as she held them shut unable to handle her emotions with open eyes. The memories flooded, her sole reason for trying to make changes. Memories she never wanted anyone to make like she did.

She never wanted to hurt anyone. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt by her. But by shutting herself away from the world that took Jean, she didn’t give it a chance to help her get back up. She crawled back up by herself without even thinking of asking. Here she has these people, these friends. She can still try and get things to change but she’s not alone. She doesn’t have to be.

Shima kept crying, and it felt like her voice could go out. But if she didn’t let it out it would always be there. Maybe that would be the case. She still held onto them both, because they were her anchor, and they weren’t the only ones. She wasn’t alone and she’s forever human because of it.

As her voice grew slightly raspy, she felt much relief after crying. It was a burden that had been lifted from her heart after so much agony for so long. She allowed them to slip away, knowing they wouldn’t leave. She sniffled, wiping some tears from her reddened face.

She listened and sat in awe of Fahz’s words. Out of all the people who would say this with tenderness, she didn’t expect Fahz to show vulnerability and honesty the way he is now. She saw him as this unmovable titan incapable of showing emotion or sympathy. That’s how she used to see the majority of the gears, including Fahz. That was before she met JD and seeing him spill his emotional vulnerability. 

She realizes that Fahz is a human just as a much as she is, not a Gear. A stubborn pain-in-the-ass at times yes but still a human with emotion. She’s touched at his attempt to try and sympathize with her. She never imagined he felt that way. She didn’t think and part of her feels guilty for it. So much so she slowly reached out and placed her hand on Fahz’s remaining shoulder.

“That’s ok. Loneliness is still a bitch. I guess regardless of everything happening, humans aren’t meant to be alone. Sometimes we fall apart, but we always somehow find each other, like how we found each, even if we didn’t get along at first.”

She had finished setting up the last one, and she started humming as she walked down the walls, patrolling. It was an old song she heard when she traveled through the woods, across the many settlements of the outsiders and the cog. She found it was a favorite, and since there’s plenty of time to kill after doing what she had to do.

She had to wait until either he finished saying his love or until the traps were no longer spilling glitter and sparkle. She was fine with either, but...When was the last time she had done something this dedicated to someone? For someone as kind as JD? There was an answer, but she brushed it off, they were friends. Nothing more.

“Boy with a coin, he found in the weeds with bullets and pages of trade magazines, close to a car flipped on the turn when God left the ground to circle the world.”

The words slowly and quietly spilled from her lips as she started to sing, and dance to an imaginary beat in the quiet hall, where she heard it from a time when the swarm was once the locust. When the world was in chaos, constantly fluctuating and in a fluid balance that others would cry in anger over.

She nodded, with some worry. She didn’t think about what could happen if she found his remains if the worst came. Shima didn’t want to think about it. Her dad was tough and smart. She had hope though that overwhelmed the worrying feeling.

She slipped the photo back in her pocket. She had been in the city for a couple weeks at least minus the traversing through the woods. While she had been lucky, many others hadn’t. There could be more out there, along with the monsters without a chance.

“That sounds good. But on one condition: I go with you out there.”

Shima was aware of the monsters. But that wasn’t gonna stop her from finding her dad. On top of that, her aiming was top notch thanks to her dad teaching her. And from all the practicing. And the times she was bored.

When she had a goal, she would always be determined to stick to it until it was completed. This was no time to back away from it in danger like this. However, she was surprised when he agreed to her condition easily. But what mattered now was that she had a chance to find her dad. If not him, perhaps others who didn’t have her. With a chance came hope and it was evident through her ever beaming smile. 

“You don’t have to worry,” she said pulling out her crossbow, aiming for the sand bags used as target practice without hesitation. She pulled the trigger and the shot straight through where the head of a monster would be, Piercing through the bag itself.

“The monsters’ have been helping me practice,” She added as she reloaded before she slung it back on her back. 

“Well, guess that’s settled then,” She nodded.

 Already she’s eager to go into the cities once again, as this emboldened her. Perhaps at this rate they’ll find her dad in no time, now that she would be fighting alongside who she could very well consider Hercules. Was he? She had to ask when they were out.

For now, she was hungry. Food would be her quest for the time being. That and to get the arrow back after that.

Sometime later...Within a destroyed city.

Having restocked on arrows, she now walked over rubble with her crossbow in hand ready. She didn’t have any fancy armor like her companions, but she had some fancy goggles. And nice boots paired with her stolen oversized Sharks sweater. She would’ve stolen a cougars sweater, but unfortunately that was her favorite team.

 Her dad always told her if she was gonna get covered in blood, she should do it in her least favorite shirt. And the sharks were her least favorite team so there was that.  Following behind Diaz, she couldn’t help with the question burning in her mind she had earlier.

Looking up at Diaz, she had to know. “Hey can I ask you something?”

She took a moment to survey his actions. Panic? It looked like panic. Panic didn’t really help, her parents used to say. How it could be paralyzing but also encouraging, however it seemed in this case to be a little paralyzing.

But nevertheless, she decided to push forward, hopping over some rubble. “So before all of this, my dad used to tell me all these stories about this legendary warrior and his name’s Hercules. And he was depicted as this big and huge guy.”

“And well since you’re big and huge, does that make you Hercules?” She finally asked.

“COG...?” She asked becoming inquisitive. While it is true she grew up in the middle of the woods, it only instilled a curiosity within her that would one day get her killed. 

“You kinda sound like my dad, he sometimes goes away for stuff like that,” She answered. She didn’t entirely understand what it was exactly he did. Her father wasn’t exactly keen on the major details...yet.

he’s a little confused, to say the least, that she doesn’t know what Gears are; after all, there’s basically two groups of people on Sera, the COG and the UIR, and both are sure to know who Gears are. in any case, she doesn’t, so he explains.

“Gears are the soldiers for the COG. I am one- or used to be, sort of. I guess I deserted the COG, just a little bit, to go and help people my own way instead.”