as dark as it gets

[Arual]

Cecil gave in. He dropped to his worn out knees.
" No- not yet.....I have to keep going..." he told himself as he looked at the ground that he closely met.
Cecil felt a cool rain pound onto his back as he got up off his hands and knees. It began to drop more rapidly by the minute and Cecil just stood up and shut his eyes, letting the water run down his cold, pale face.
The woods were quite awkward and unfarmiliar to him. He looked to his bandaged wrist, feeling the sharp, agitating pain shoot back into his hand once more. He soon pressed on, looking for anywhere to go in the time he had left.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

Ithilwen- who had been resting in the treetops nearby- finally called out to her half-cousin in a monotone voice. "You shouldn't press yourself so much, Neth'Min..."

Then, she jumped down from her perch and tilted her head to the sky as she felt the first rain drop. Her arms outstreched, she performed a slow twirl in place as she reveled in the cool, soothing droplets as it washed away some of the dirt and grime from the previous battle- the water sweetly caressing her snow-white skin. Then, she took out her hair tie and untangled the braid, allowing a shimmering, silver waterfall to cascade down her shoulders, then to her lower back, and finally down to the back of her knees.

"I always loved the rain, " she stated out of the blue, "it always made me feel as if I were renewed....rejuvinated."

[Arual]

Cecil's eyes darkened. Darkened by the rage and hatred for many past 'experiences'. His black shirt was even darker from the rain. He continued to walk, even though he didn't know where he was exactly going to go. Each step was torture, but he stopped when he saw Ithilwen.

.... even if you despise me....or want me to die.....you will one day thank me little brother......

"Like I would thank you for anything...." Cecil muddered very soft, with his one unharmed hand in a fist.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

The avariel's hands dropped back down to her sides slowly as she tilted her head once more, sending ripples down her silver tresses as she did so. She stared at Cecil inquisitively while blinking a bit. "Pardon? Did you say something?"

[Arual]

"No. I.... was thinking, that's all." he responded, as he hair drooped and stuck onto his face. He stepped over a few decayed and rotten branches on the forest floor and continued on.
Suddenly, Cecil stopped. His eyes pushing old memories away, as he put his hand on a near by tree.
((play this song as you read the flashback^^ www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPVoiDgClYU&mode=related&search=))
".... Why you out here alone kid? Shouldn't ya be at home sleeping or something like that?" a man asked little Cecil.
"N-no.." the little boy responded, wiping his face from the pouring rain.
The man kneeled down to talk to the scared Cecil and put his hand on his head and swished his hair back and forth. His thick, short black hair was soaked as he obviously drenched himself in the rain.
The man laughed as Cecil gave a confused look.
"What's so funny?" he asked the laughing teacher.
"You don't have a home do you?" he asked the cold and sleepy child with a cut down his one arm.
Cecil shook his head.
"Come back with me, we have an extra room in the teachers dorm if you'd like to stay thee for the time being. I can't just leave you out here." the dark haired man told him, standing up and turning away.
At first Cecil hesitated, but then he went to catch up and walked to the apartment like building.

A frightened look came upon the face of Cecil. His breathing was increased for a bit, and slowed down.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

The forest darkened suddenly, and the silence was oppressive more than anything. It pressed in on the ears, and faintly, so faint in fact that a person might not have heard it at all, agonized screams randomly found. It was the kind of sound that you think you heard once and strain your ears too hear again, but don't want to. Shadows got thicker, and flashes of something shimmered in the edges of vision. Suddenly the whole thing snapped away with the swiftness of a switch turned off. To the left of the trail there laid a person in a dark blue trench coat on grass, tackled there by another person with dark hair and stormy gray eyes. The gray eyed one rolled his eyes.
"I suppose it's fun to torture students, but... no," he said. The one in the trench coat also rolled his eyes, a bit petulantly. Without any apparent effort he got to his feet and held up the one with the gray eyes by the collar with one arm. With a better view, it could be said that both look alike, not exactly brotherly, but maybe cousins. They both had very dark hair, almost black, though Trench-coat had his long and in a ponytail whilst Gray-eyes merely had his messy. Trench-coat turned to them, his purple eyes sparkling playfully.
"Delighted to meet you, until Rell decided to attack me," Trench-coat said, bowing with a flourish. The other one nodded dryly.
"Delighted to meet you," he said with much less enthusiasm. "If you run now I could hold Rell down for a second more."
"You couldn't hold me down; you just caught me by surprise before," Trench-coat Rell snapped irritably.
"Only because you were trying to kill some students," the other Rell said mildly, looking with interest at a tree.
"...And you got me wet..." Trench-coat Rell complained, brushing some water off of him in distaste.

[Arual]

Cecil back against a tree and slid down. The bark was getting all over his shirt and pants from the rain.
Cecils red eyes widened as he coughs up some 'delayed' blood from the battle hours before.
"Great." he said, wiping his mouth with his hand.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Rell watched Cecil cough and turned to Rell, (confused yet? Not enough XDDD) thoughtfully.
"Humans don't usually do that do they?" the purple-eyed Rell asked the gray-eyed Rell.
"No, not really," Rell answered flatly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you; it doesn't seem healthy," suggested Rell, looking Cecil and Ithilwen over, but talking to Cecil. His voice was low and musical, unlike the other Rell, whose voice was flat and soft. "However, if you like bleeding; I can help you." The other Rell sighed, staring at his rather kill-happy name-stealing counterpart. "I'm sure there's a very good reason that you're bleeding, however."
"I know this sounds cliche, but... shut up?" said gray-eyed Rell to purple-eyed Rell.

[Arual]

"Who are you?!" Cecil asked, as his eyes glowed red.
He turned around to see two men looking at him and Ithilwen.
"And I don't need anyone's help." he said flatly.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"I'm Rell," he said. "Same for that guy," he added offhandedly, pointing to the gray-eyed Rell, who twitched in annoyance. "Did you say no one's help? What a stupid little mortal you are." Oddly enough, Rell cooed that sentence lovingly, almost like it wasn't an insult, and he was merely talking to a beloved pet. "Your broken wrist, your mind's turmoil? You've accomplished both in the last hour, and I have the feeling your mind wasn't the most stable thing to begin with. All these other mortals are bothersome to you, hm?" Rell was very close to Cecil now, still speaking in that soft, almost purring voice. "I could make it, something very small mind you, that would probably make them stay away from you forever. What do you--?!" Rell was suddenly cut off as the other Rell tackled him to the ground again.
"Leave him alone. Don't you dare do anything!" Gray-eyed Rell hissed, holding his fist up as if about to punch. Purple eyed Rell made a tsking sound and in a blur of movement Gray-eyed Rell had slammed into a tree, leaving a considerable dent into the flesh of the wood. Purple-eyed Rell got back to his feet again small smile on his face.
"Well, what do you say?"

[Arual]

Cecil slowly and unnoticably started to take out his dagger.
"How does he know this?" Cecil asked himself a little off on guard, but nontheless. His eyes dimmed and became a dark, cold, hardened blood red set. His darker black shirt rippled at the bottom as he stood up, leaning against the tree trunk.
As a slim line of blood ran down from the side of his mouth, Cecil's dagger was still in hand in case he needed it. (( especially since he doesnt know them))
His fractured wrist shook from the cold, and from the pain that had been continuously unbearable for the last 45 minutes. Cecil winced at the pai nof moving his hand so much.
".... Do what?" he asked.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Rell winked at him slyly in a 'I'm not telling' kind of way. The purple-eyed fiend was casually standing at a glance, but anyone who really knew him would be able to tell that he was ready for anything.
Before anything could happen though, a person walked out of the gloom, with night-black skin and a deep red blindfold. Zet looked at both of them before wisely walking between the two.
"You don't know the meaning of the word 'rest', do you?" he asked Cecil. Then he turned to Rell. "I'd appreciate if you didn't murder and/or curse my students, thank you," he said, still in that same flat tone. Rell shrugged, giving an oblivious smile.
"He just looked like he needed a blessing, that's all," he said with such insincerity it almost hurt. The other Rell was stirring, one hand on his bruised head.
"The problem is your blessings tend to be mind-numbing little pieces of Hell," gray-eyed Rell responded dryly. The two of them murmured good-byes ("Seeeeeeyouuuu latterrrr Cecil!" "Bye.") and left, leaving Zet, Ithilwen, and Cecil.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

Ithilwen had been observing the goings-on all that time, her arms folded neatly as her eyes passed from speaker to speaker. Fed up with all the irrelevant conversing that was taking place, she was somewhat relieved to see the familiar character of Zet, who, as usual, was sporting his blindfold. In that low, airy voice of hers, Ithilwen addressed Zet. "You have our thanks,"- she closed her eyes and inclined her head and then stated in a monotone voice- "Although, I find it somewhat amusing, however. You seem quite notorious for showing up at the right time." She then chuckled briefly, a light, whimsical sound that resounded throughout the desolate growth of the trees in what almost seemed an eerie mirth.

[Arual]

Cecil put his blade inside his pocket hearing Zet's voice.
He turned to look at him and said,"A little la-. Wait, you know these morons Zet?" He let out a sigh and with his still shaking hand, he sat back down against the tree.
Everything was getting blurry to him, some other things going in and out; as well as voices. Cecil put his one good hand to his head.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"I just happened to be around, and I know most of the teachers of Twilight Moon Academy," he said. He critically examined Cecil, who was a bit out of it and getting more out of it by the moment. "Ithilwen, you shouldn't let your cousin push himself so hard." Turning to Cecil, he continued, "I can respect wanting to take care of your friends, but you won't do them any good dead. Must you keep going until you collapse every time?"