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The Sound of Silence; Private Thread
Topic Started: Feb 6 2011, 03:46 AM (1,181 Views)
Greg The Anti-Viking
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((Tabitha Gweneth continued from Meet Again))

Cold. That was how Tabitha Gweneth felt. No amount of clothing or fire could stoke the warmth inside of her.

Ivan had lead her away from the town. Lead her away from the remains of what had transpired that day. Lead her away from the site of Clio's body. The woman who she had killed with her own hands.

As the evening turned into night, the pain in her head was starting to dim. There were low rumbles and her balance was still uneven, but she had found it easier to shuffle behind her companion now.

But there was a catch...

In its place, the images grew more vivid. Replaying in Tabitha's mind with each passing step. The click of the trigger. The bang from the pistol. The screams in pain. No matter how much she tried to block the sounds, they were now engraved in her memory and nothing would see it cease.

Her trembling fingers were still latched onto Ivan's hand, but the grip was starten to slip. Her free arm was still hugging her belly in a desperate attempt to bring comfort. A hope that was left with little in return.

Everyone had seen. The whole world had seen it happen. The world now knew how Tabitha Gweneth was a killer.

Of the whole world though, there were two people in this world who truly mattered. Only two who saw their daughter on the TV screen back home...

A large fence was coming into view and Ivan was leading her towards it. She merely let herself be herded along. She was in no state to move on her own. Once there, they stopped and the grip that they shared had finally parted. Tabitha's knees shook and her hands drubbed against the plastic chain links. Gently she slid down until her body finally rest on the hard floor.

Her body curled gently into a ball shape. Her arms hugged her knees, pulling them closer to her chest. She rested her head in the space between and held it there. Her gaze, lay fixed in the distance, there was nothing there to be seen, but her eyes did not falter.

Neither of them exchanged words throughout the night. Tabitha did not even look to her partner. She just stared into the night. The sound of her whisping breath the only audible noise. Her entire body ached, it had ached ever since the afternoon and did not cease. The pain was everywhere, it was in her legs, her feet, her arms, her head and her gut.

Mom...Dad...

Tabitha did not sleep that night. The hours passed her by, but the pain did not stop. Although Ivan was siting next to her, Tabitha could not help but feel as if she was on her own. When light finally came, it brought heat, but it did not bring warmth.

Tabitha was still cold...
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The sound of the voice on the loudspeaker made Tabitha Gweneth flinch. It was that man again. Danya. He was going to talk about what happened in the streets of town. He was going to talk about how Clio Gabriella was now dead. He was going to reveal how she had died.

Most important of all, he would confirm to Tabitha, that she was the one who killed her. There was no chance now that she would be able to escape. She had been painted in her corner.

Tabitha was trying her hardest to keep still. Her eyes were cast out into the pastel skyline, not a single cloud was hiding the morning away from her. It was looking as if it was going to be a wonderful morning. A wonderful morning, but not for her...

The names were rifled through at an alarmingly slow rate. With every name, Tabitha found it harder and harder to hold it in. Breathing became increasingly erratic, wavering as name after name was recited. Her name had not been called yet, but it had to be close, it had to be soon.

"Someone finally managed to extract a little measure of revenge out of one of our big killers."

This was it, the moment that Tabitha Gweneth was dreading. Her body was quivering again, the anticipation was killing her. With her breath held and her cheeks swelled, she waited.

"Clio Gabriella is no more."

Her heart was beating like a hammer. Her eyes were starting to mist.

"Shot by Tabitha Gweneth."

That was it. There was little that she could say now. Tabitha could not hide behind it now. It had been an accident. Her hand had slipped. But nobody would see that. Not even her parents.

Her head drooped down, burying in between her legs. Her head was starting to shake as the tears began to flow. She did not make a sound, lest Ivan should here her now.

If her mother and father hadn't seen the action, if they did not watch a single moment of it all until now. They would still know. How could they not know now? She wished that she could sink where she sat now. Become something that wasn't there, just a piece of the scenery.

"We were awfully impressed by the work of Ms. Gweneth. There's a new toy waiting for you in the Town Center."

Tabitha's head rose out of her nest. A new...toy? The realization took a moment for her, but when she caught on, her lips began to quiver. There was only one reason that people got "toys" from Danya. When their kill... when their kill impressed them. The best kill of the day.

Her wavering hands started to dab her face. She was starting to cry now, but she was trying to keep it in. She didn't mean to do it. Why did Tabitha get a prize for ending someones life?

Her right hand drooped to the soft grassy floor. There was something there. Something solid that had caused her hand to recoil in fear. It was a hand, a hand that was coarse, but familiar. She turned over to see Ivan staring back at her. He was still here, he had been here through all of this. He was still here now.

Days ago, Ivan was in the same spot she had been. He had killed Keith Christoph and he had been rewarded. He had been able to handle it before.

Maybe...maybe she could too...but...she couldn't do it alone...

Tabitha's hand gingerly inched towards the Russian boy's hand. Her fingers gently wormed their way into his, gently mixing in with his own. His hand was warm to her, it was comforting.

Her gaze turned back into the distance she didn't wish to show Ivan her face. Not right now, she wasn't ready now. Not yet.

Sucking in another deep breath, before she closed her eyes; Tabi Gweneth squeezed Ivan's hand as hard as she could muster.



At first, it was a series of small noises. Little peeps that escaped her lips. Soon they became little hiccups, mixing in with her own unstable breathing. Finally, they evolved into full fledged sobs.

Tabi's body was now convulsing in cadence with her crying. It was as if the bolt that kept her restrained had been loosened off. Her body was starting to slink down as the chain fence ran down her back.

As she opened her eyes, her vision was now blurry with light and mist. But as far as she was concerned, as long as she was still squeezing Ivan's hand, she was safe.

He was still here. And she wouldn't let go now. Tabi still kept squeezing.
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Tabi Gweneth never expected the squeeze back. It had caught her off guard, and for a moment, her crying had ceased. Tabi gently rubbed her fingers in between his own. Her free hand tried to whipe the tears lingering in the corner of her eyes. She stared up to Ivan, sniffing gently.

He was here, staring down at her. Watching over her as she cried. The two of them had gone through so much. Ivan still had dried blood on his face, and signs of where Clio had cut him. He looked so calm, so in control.

Tabi propped herself up and shuffled herself closer to Ivan. She needed someone to hold onto, a person to cry into. Ivan look of concern spurred her into action. She propped onto her knees, and shuffled inches closer to him.

Her arm jerked towards Ivan's shoulder, resting gingerly on the one the wound. She brought her cheek into his chest and for a moment, held it there. She didn't want to let go of the hand. There was a fear there, if only for a moment. A fear of what might happen, should she let her hand slip away. She took a wavered breath before she let go.

The tears were flowing again and her arm quickly draped itself over Ivan's other shoulder. Her face then nuzzled into the fabric of Ivan's shirt, resting her head in his chest. She had begun to shake again, how was it possible that Ivan was still here? How could he be so calm, so inviting to her. After what she had just done? Why was he mearly sitting there, letting her wail into his chest. Nobody would be able to do this. It just didn't make sense. It left her scared.

The arms of Ivan were suddenly on her back. His fingers, gently pressed against her back before squeezing her tightly, pressing the two of them closer together. He didn't say a word, didn't make a sound. he just quietly held her tight, keeping her as close as he could muster.

Light gasps escaped in rapid succession as Tabi struggled to find air in between sobs. Her body was still quivering, but as air surged into her lungs, the girl was finding control. The shirt was now damp with her tears but, Ivan said nothing and just let her cry.

Minutes passed, and Ivan's body shifted. His hands now grabbed onto Tabi's shoulders, pushing her off of his body. Her head rose up to look at Ivan, but his body gave no clues. His hands moved up to her face, and the girl inhaled sharply. His head shot back for a moment, as if she was something to stay away from. Tabi sniffled again, blinking back tears. Ivan sighed before moving in towards her again. His thumbs gently brushed away the water under her eyes. She gave a small hiccup, her breathing quiet, but wavering.

Tabi's body was still trembling. Ivan's blue eyes gave no hints, no giveaways for how he was feeling. He was still a statue. His face began to inch closer and closer to her own, causing Tabi to flinch back, if only for a second.

Ivan gulped silently, gazing into Tabi's eyes.


He leaned in...


Tabi blinked...


Ivan placed his lips onto Tabi's and he kissed her.



When the Russian retracted, Tabi was left struck dumb. Her entire body had been warmed up and numbed in the span of one singular action. She had never expected it.

The girl looked up to her companion. Lost and looking for an answer. He gave a faint smile in response, but again, said nothing. No actual clue about what that meant.

Tabi's confusion took hold and for a moment nearly made her cry again. She had just killed someone on national television, broken down and then in response, Ivan Kuznetsov, the boy she had been travelling with had kissed her. Why? Why on earth would he kiss a murderer? What on earth was she supposed to do in response.

They stared at each other for a long time, only exchanging blinks at first. Tabi's gaze went to the ground, focused at first on the deep green court that they were sitting next to. She was looking away, but she could feel the gaze upon her. There was a wave of discomfort, and it had caused the girl to go red.

In resignation Tabi returned her gaze to the boy. His blue eyes were shimmering behing his green shades. Tabi's hand's shifted on her knees, edging themselves before the tennis captain.

Her face inched closer and closer, still staring at those blue eyes. She felt her gaze cast downwards once more, and she retracted.

Her breathing had become slower and her heartbeat was slowing with it.

Tabi looked back to Ivan, and inched ever closer again.

Her arms were shaking, her mind, clouded, and she found herself pulling back once more.

She felt her right hand twinging, balling into a fist and squeezing as tight as it could. She looked back up to Ivan, he still had that slim smile, that inviting smile...


Tabi moved up to Ivan's face and gently kissed Ivan.


When Tabi retreated, she felt her muscles relaxing and her body melted downwards. Ivan had kissed her. Now she returned the favour. It had been quick, the both of them. She had been too stunned to notice anything when he had done it. And in the heat of the moment, Tabi had no idea what had happened during her own kiss. It was just brief. Warm. Special.

Her gaze turned away from Ivan. Stray hairs had come between her face, obscuring her view. Breathing was heavy again, keeping in slow cadence with the rest of her body. A new question lingered into her mind, mixing in with the thoughts still stewing in her mind.


What did I just do?

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Tabi found comfort in fiddling with her fingers and staring at her hands. It was a great distraction tool, one that could keep her minds off of what had just happened. She had just kissed a guy. Not just any guy for that matter either, she just kissed Ivan...

Her thoughts then turned to what had happened before that. Her thoughts turned back to Clio and the events in the town. This kiss still didn't solve the fact that she had just murdered someone. The fact that because of her, she was now hated for what she had done. And the fact that she was probably cheered for what she had done too. It wasn't just Danya that was watching them after all...

Her hands were beginning to clam up, a thin layer of sticky sweat seeping inbetween. Ivan was still in her periferal vision, he was starting to shuffle again as if there was something he had wished to say. Tabi turned to face him again...

And Ivan kissed her once more.

It had caught her off guard, and at first, she found herself, trying to retreat again. But Ivan had stayed with her. Ivan's lips still were gently pressed against hers. Tabi found her eyes closing, and soon, she too was embracing the moment. They held it there, for what had seemed like hours, before finally, their lips parted.

Tabi opened her eyes to see Ivan was still staring at her. His face was flushed, as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He didn't look away though, a slim smile on his face. A smile that Tabi was struggling to recollect ever seeing on the boy having such a smile before. It was peaceful. Gentle. Like that kiss just was.

There was a faint taste to the kiss that lingered. A taste that had been altogeather unknown to her. Something that she couldn't quite place as anything that she had ever eaten before. It had a profound side-effect to it though. It wasn't unpleasent, it was just odd.

The kiss had warmed her entire face into a furnace like heat. Her mind, was starting to lose all thought that didn't revolve around that kiss. Her jaw had gone slack before slowly floating upwards into the littlest smile she could muster. If she went any larger, it would have felt, wrong.

She curled back a little, keeping that upward arch of her lips. Her body turned back to the ground, she looked absolutely silly in front of Ivan now. There wasn't any way that she could possibly show her this face of hers. This flushed face that lingered on the bizzare taste.

And yet, her eyes kept darting back up. Stealing glances of the boy who waited patiently beside her. Ivan had not moved from his spot.

Tabi's hand began to brush the grassy floor once more. Only this time, she was actively searching for Ivan's hand. When she finally touched his, there was no trepedation. She actively slid her hand into Ivan's happily waiting one.

Their hands clasped togeather, gently resting on the ground. Tabi placed a stray finger to her lips, and let it linger there. Letting it absorb the memory inside. It gently fell to her lap and Tabi finally turned her attention up to where Ivan sat.

Blue. Happy. Peaceful. Ivan Kuznetsov's eyes shone behind the green tint of his glasses.

Tabi's lower was starting to lose some of it's feeling. A sign that the moment was going to end. But how she wished that it could linger. How she wished that they could simply hold hands. How they could simply be.

Tabi lightly squeezed Ivan's hands twice and gently lifted her head. Ivan seemed to understand and, nodding, he lifted himself off the ground and helped her up. The two of them walked away from the chain link fence. Their hands were still locked togeather.

((Tabitha "Tabi" Gweneth and Ivan Kuznetsov continued in Still in the Dark))
Edited by MK Kilmarnock, Feb 20 2011, 08:21 PM.
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