Bend and Break [ open ]

[ilyas aylin]

With his eyes aimed at the floor, Ilyas strolled towards the exit. He had nothing more to do here at this mall, he could as well go home. Home. The irony of that thought passing his mind made the man snort softly. He could hardly call that sleazy motel he was staying at ‘home’. He didn’t have a home, and wasn’t in need of one. Well, technically, he was, since it didn’t seem he would be leaving this place any day soon now, but he liked to believe he didn’t need anything or anyone. That would make him weak.

Just as he reached forward to open the door in front of him, he felt something touching his shoulder. Being the person he was, paranoid, he spun instantly, only to find the same girl from before, although she looked differently now. Not only was she wearing a different outfit, there was something about her physique as well. She looked small and insecure, sad even. And although her hair fell over her face, her makeup looked a bit smudged, right under her eyes. That would only mean one thing..

Ilyas had a weakness for crying girls, especially when they were young and looked fragile. And this one looked particularly fragile right now. Perhaps his words had made more an impact than he’d thought himself, or was it something else he did? “What did I do?” he repeated her question, not really understanding what she meant with it, but she quickly discarded it herself. And passed him a piece of paper with a number on it. Damn, what was wrong with this girl? If he was a sexual predator, he’d found his victim of today, and with ease. Just as he looked up to respond to her, Emilie dashed off.

“Hey, wait!” Wait? Why did he ask her to wait? Damn, this girl was messing with his head. Frankly, he just felt guilty, because he seemed to have caused this sudden outburst from her side. But it would at least be fair to tell her he didn’t own a phone, wouldn’t it? Or that he didn’t know how to even use the one in his motel room; besides, they’d charge him extra for that, the bitches. With a reluctant sigh, Ilyas followed in the girl’s step; she had to come to a stop somewhere..

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Emilie turned around as she had her face down. "It was to my house number, in case you needed a place to stay. The motels around here are not the best.If that their horrible" she spoke. Her hair reminded down as she looked up at him. Emilie left hand shook, as she handed him a spare key.

Emilie kept walking as she wrapped her arms around herself heading to her house. She whipped her tears from her face, as she began to sing.... [ Note this is from her album ]

"I could beg a thousand times
I could explain, I could use rhymes
And rhythms meant to catch your eye
But I know you won't see
I could cry a thousand tears
I could appease your secret fears
But the louder that I scream
The harder your machines close over me

But I don't care
Maybe I'm afraid, but still I swear
You could take my life with conscience clear
But you should still hear that

If I burn, you will see
The fire in your mind when you sleep
And if I rise up in smoke around your eyes
You'll know it's me
And the rain won't wash away
The ashes underneath your nails today
Doesn't matter where you go or what you do
'Cause if I burn, so will you

I could bargain but I'd lose
You'll sell the parts that you don't use
Yes, I could beg you to be merciful and set me free
I could threaten you with Hell
Or I could promise not to tell
But the softer I became
The harder your machines close over me

But I don't care
Maybe I'm afraid, but still I swear
You could take my life with conscience clear
But you should hear that

If I burn, you will see
The fire in your mind when you sleep
And if I rise up in smoke around your eyes
You'll know it's me
And the rain won't wash away
The ashes underneath your nails today
Doesn't matter where you go or what you do
'Cause if I burn, so will you

When you sleep you'll feel my icy fingers
Crawling down your back
And when you wake you'll find me right beside you
Waiting to attack
And when you walk I will be right behind you
Quickening my steps
And when you try to shut me out
I will be laughing in your head

Oh, I'll be there
Maybe I'm afraid, but still I swear
You could take my life with conscience clear
But you should still hear that

If I burn, you will see
The fire in your mind when you sleep
And if I rise up in smoke around your eyes
You'll know it's me
And the rain won't wash away
The ashes underneath your nails today
Doesn't matter where you go or what you do
'Cause if I burn, so will you

There are two sides to every story... except for this one!

It's not over 'til it's over, and it's never over
You can break me
Death can take me
But it's never over
It's not over 'til it's over, and it's never over
You can break me
Death can take me
But it's never over "

She closed her eyes as she as she kept walking, but she soon ran into she the door of her house. The house was a large mansion with tan roof, her nose bleed a bit. "Damn it to hell" she said. She rushed in the wooden door with a design on door. "Ice where's the ice" she left out a sigh and grabbed a tissue leaving the door wide open. [/color]

[ilyas aylin]

It was official: this girl was twisted, but Ilyas doubted whether she realised that herself. Something was definitely up with her, but the fact she was so young and lived on her own in a house the size of a huge mansion; that was enough to make the man raise an eyebrow, at least.

Ilyas wanted to yell after the girl, how she’d just given her key to a stranger, who could’ve been anything; a rapist, a murderer, maybe something even worse. But it would probably only upset her more. Why was she so easy to trust him? Or was this one of her tricks again; did she have something up her sleeve? If so, she’d be a really good actress, because tears like those on her cheeks were very hard to fake. But if it turned out she was playing him, she’d learn that Ilyas was the wrong guy to play. She’d learn.

He’d visit the place. Not because he wanted to stay here; he surely didn’t like to accept favors from anyone. But more so to teach this young one a lesson. His intentions weren’t bad and she played tricks rather well, but he doubted she’d be able to see through liars and murderers. The man couldn’t deny that he was curious about what drove her to invite him to her house; he hadn’t exactly been friendly to her, although she didn’t really give him a reason to be friendly to her. Then again, she did mention something earlier, about recognizing him. She still hadn’t explained what she meant by that. Ilyas gazed down at the paper and sighed. It would take him hours to find this address, especially since he wasn’t so keen on asking for help. Easiest would be to just hurry and follow the young lady. And so, he did.

The tones of her song were carried on the wind and reached Ilyas’ ears. He couldn’t exactly make out the words, but it sounded somewhat sad. No wonder; sad girls sing sad songs. The mansion soon doomed up in front of them and the man waited for Emilie to go inside. Apparently, when sad, she was also careless; he didn’t even have to use the key, since the door remained open. Vaguely, he could hear her mumbles in the hallway as he stood in the doorway now. Ice. Well, he could easily provide her with that.

Quickly, the man took the bottle of water he had with him from his bag; he always carried a bottle of water, as if keeping water close made him feel more in his element. Unscrewing the cap, it took only one swift hand movement to send all the water from the bottle in Emilie’s direction. It froze over the next moment, providing a good amount of ice. With a faint smirk on his lips, Ilyas watched the girl’s reaction.

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Her eyes went crossed looking at the ice. "Thanks" she sad as she moved her hair back. "I'm not much on cold things unless I need them.But probably should watch where I go." she laughed trying to hide her emotions way. "So what's it like the control water?" she ask. She gazed down and pulled out more photos. Emilie handed them to him. "See if you know anyone in these?" she spoke. "I don't remember, but I do have some the rest landed me here in Honey Tree." Emilie said.

She laid back in a large chair that looked like it was eating Emilie hole.The drips of the ice melt on her chest. "Look I won't play anymore tricks on you, I could see it you're eyes it anger you." she coughed a bit as as covered her mouth. "So early you wanted to ask some questions. Well I guess now is the best time" she gazed over the chair looking at him.


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[ilyas aylin]

The laugh coming from Emilie’s mouth didn’t sound very sincere, but rather awkward and fake. But Ilyas didn’t mind. He knew well how people acted when they tried to hide their emotions. After all, he was the one who had nearly invented that. The smile on his lips slowly faded. “I’m not a big fan of warm things, unless I need them,” he countered her comment.

What was it like to control water, she asked. That was difficult to answer, as Ilyas couldn’t remember what it was like not to do it. Since he was little, he’d had this ability and he wouldn’t want to go without it now. Although he mostly kept his ability to himself, unless at the uttermost need, it was very useful from time to time. And that would be his exact answer. “It’s useful. What’s it like to play mind tricks on people?” Yes, he was curious about that too.

As Emilie passed him a bunch of pictures, the blonde man just looked at them awkwardly. Was he supposed to know these people? Slowly, he browsed through them, but didn’t recognize any of the faces. “How did you get these?” he wondered casually. And more importantly: “Why would I know these people?”

Clearly, this girl was comfortable around him, which made Ilyas feel slightly uncomfortable himself. She’d invited him to her house, without knowing a thing about him; even given him his very own key. “I don’t like people messing with me, no,” he admitted honestly. Emilie had decided to sit down, but Ilyas remained standing, his eyes now leaving her shape. Yes, he had questions. “Well, my question whether you were completely insane was a genuine one. Or are you just confused and lost?” And then it came; the speech.

“What if I have bad intentions? You just gave me a key to your house, so I have access to it at all time. And that’s not all. No, you leave the door wide open, for anyone to walk inside. Are you..” He paused a second, searching for the right word. ‘Insane’ somehow didn’t fit here. “You shouldn’t trust people like that.”

[Emilie A.Liddell]

"She looked down two be honest I can remember, I just saw how my mother and father died.The only thing I manage to save was some pictures before the house went in flames.Next thing I new, I ended up here in Honey Tree." Emilie spoke as she looked over his shoulder. "One of the pictures has my mother,father and me in it. Then their was this one boy I new, he was the only friend I had til I moved." she closed her eyes. He's in one of the pictures." Emilie said as she looked at the ice one her nose melting.

She moved her body a bit was she closed her eyes as she slide out of the chair. "Ow, maybe I should have bought a different chair. I think I'm more careless then I thought." she laughed looking at him.

"Begin a trickster is a bit hard at first but you get use to it. But tricking people can lead to having no friends in school or worse. I've tried to help people, I just hate seeing kids getting hurt by their mother or father in public because they just wanted one toy. I'm still learning." she replied softly.

"I'm more lost then anyone in this town, its saddening but I got use to it. But you don't seen like a lair nor a murder just someone in the world trying to survive in this town."

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[ilyas aylin]

Flames? Ilyas’ eyes widened a little, although it probably wouldn’t be very noticeable. Little could this girl know that he had experiences with a house that went up in flames. A very nasty experience, to be exact. “Your parents were.. in a house fire?” The words left his lips only very reluctantly, because it triggered some memories on his side; memories he didn’t like to be confronted with and especially not now, around a young girl he didn’t know.

His eyes quickly scanned the pictures again, running over the happy faces of those displayed on them. A man, a woman and a girl, very young still. Scarily close to what he’d lost himself. It was too much of a reminder, so swiftly, he turned the photo around, so he was now gazing at the white backside. “I don’t know them,” he mumbled as he held the pictures back out to the girl, but he also added another something, more quiet, almost like a whisper. “Sorry.”

Quietly, the man listened to Emilie as she explained herself. What she said made sense; she wasn’t out to hurt anyone; her intentions were good. She simply handled it the wrong way. “Spoiling kids rotten isn’t a way to help people. You know what’ve helped? If she’d managed to sooth the kid, without adding anything material.” It was Ilyas’ believes that material things only caused trouble. One of the reasons he stayed rather far away from most of it, but unfortunately, it couldn’t be completely avoided.

The man wouldn’t agree with her that she was the most lost in this town; he’d already labelled himself to be that. But she did seem rather far off and although he could quite say why, Ilyas felt for her. A little bit, just a little. Nothing more. It was only because she was a young girl and likely to get herself into trouble, not because he cared about her. Damn, he hardly knew her anyway. But she was right when it came to him; he was likely the most honest person she’d run into in her life and he wasn’t planning to abuse her offer in any way.

“How long have you been on your own?” he wondered, his eyes now scanning the room they were in and taking in each and every detail. This girl was loaded. Ilyas wasn’t an expert, but he knew riches when he saw it.

[Emilie A.Liddell]

"Are you okay, you looked liked you seen a ghost" she spoke. She looked at him as she raised an eyebrow. "What's on you're mind" she asked as she looked at him.

"Yeah, they died in a house fire" she spoke as she took the photos back. "Thank for looking them over to see if you might know anyone." Emilie smiled placing them in a box under the coffee table. "Did you say something?" she questioned looking at him as she closed her eyes. "So how would have you handle the child?" she questioned. Emilie ruffled her skirt in a neverous pattern. Emilie wasn't the best to solve problems, on her own. She was barley lucky to solve her own problems. "I've been on my since I was about seven or eight. Why do you ask? Oh is it because of the house and money.?" she question him. [/color]

[ilyas aylin]

Perhaps these pictures triggered more than Ilyas had wanted; he was usually good at hiding his emotions and feelings, but somehow, this girl noticed a change in him. It mattered not, because he’d easily discard it, but it was still troublesome. Was he losing his ‘touch’? “Nothing,” he stated quickly, his voice cold and low, as usual. This girl didn’t need to know. No one needed to know.

“I would’ve let his mother deal with his, as that’s her job as a mother.” Ilyas answer was honest. But in case a desperate mother need a little bit of help, he always had some tricks up his sleeve. The small puddle of water on the ground that the melting ice had caused would serve just fine; he swiftly moved his hand and the water rose and former around the tips of his fingers, into little ice sculptures. Figurines or a butterfly, a rose and an elephant. “Or, I show them something cool. Before they realize what they’re seeing, their tears will have dried.” That always worked, he knew from experience; not just from random children, but also with his own daughter, years ago.

The water instantly melted again and dripped back onto the ground. “You, too, could use your ability to your advantage, you know,” he muttered as he slowly started to walk around a bit. The furniture, the decorations; everything screamed ‘expensive’. But actually, that wasn’t why he wondered how long the girl had been on her own. He didn’t answer to her about why he did ask, though. “Do you remember much of them?”

[Emilie A.Liddell]

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked. "You just seem troubled about something. I do have more pictures their in my room if you want to look." she added. "Well that is if you want to look" Emilie said. She walked towards the kitchen as she reached in the frig to pull out a drink. "Do you want one?" Emilie asked simply.

"No, I don't remember my parents" she said reaching out to touch the small ice sculptures. I had no idea you could do that with different the ability's. She smiled looking at him like a small child amazed by the ice sculptures. "That's amazing, maybe you could teach me" she asked. "I would rather try it with someone other then myself, well that is if you would teach me." she spoke.
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[ilyas aylin]

“I’m fine.” Ilyas’ face quickly regained his normal, stern look, the sad glint in his eyes quickly replaced by the normal dull one. He was an expert at hiding his emotions, pushed off his true feelings; when it came to that, he could teach the girl a thing or two. Right now, he didn’t wish to look at more pictures. They’d only trigger more emotions, even if they shouldn’t; this wasn’t even his family, for crying out loud. Why would he be getting emotion about pictures of people he’d never seen before in his life? It made no sense. “If you want me to look, sure,” he stated simply, figuring the girl probably wouldn’t bother anyway.

A faint smile played on his lips now as the curious young lady reached from the sculptures of ice. “Told you it was useful.” It clearly entertained her; it had the same effect as on the younger children. Not that surprising, as it was quite a fascinating sight, although it had gotten so normal for Ilyas. Playing with his ability was a good way to keep his mind occupied and his skills up to date.

“I’m not a good teacher.” Whether that was true or not, he wasn’t sure. He’d never really tried to teach anyone anything, except for maybe his sister. But he wasn’t patient, nor kind, so not many would wish to be taught by him, no matter how skilled he was. And besides, this girl couldn’t manipulate water the way he could; he’d never be able to teach her what he could do, even if he’d wanted to. But perhaps she meant she wanted to use her ability to the fullest, take advantage of it in more ways than the ones she currently knew. That was a good thought. Improving one’s skills was always a good thing.

Giving it a moment of thought, the man’s lips slowly parted. “You need to practice. A lot.” That was the only reason to get better; to practice and keep doing it until one perfected their moves. He’d obviously seen some of her tricks by now and they weren’t bad. Perhaps she needed to work on details. “Try something,” he suggested with a shrug as he started to paces around the room.