wRHG Clan ‘Freeborn’ Final Update.

Well, it’s been a long few months since my retirement sparked all of this extra activity in the forums. But, if you look back at that post and look over my plans, I have a feeling that after the events that have just taken place we may be unable to follow-up with some of these plans. I won’t take forever typing up a paragraph that details every single happening, so I’ll use simple bullets and summaries.


[spoiler=]- Crankuba (John Doe/August Pine) is taking a most likely permanent leave from deviant art, skype, and thus most likely writing due to personal conflicts. You and your literary genius mind will be dearly missed, best of luck with your life.

- Hazzerdous and Chrome have both been extremely in-active, and having gotten back into scarce contact with them, it appears they don’t wish to make a come-back into wRHG writing. You two will also be missed. Best of luck in school, life, and all that lies in the realm of reality.

- With a combination of school, up-coming college, and other life quarrels, my time has been few with wRHG. As a result, I have decided that I will not be making a new clan. I’m sorry you had to hear it this way, acutelatios, but it was to be expected given the circumstances. Freeborn is dead.[/spoiler]


It’s been a good run with you all as writers, and I have to admit that I have sad feelings pulling at my chest as I type this update. To see a cooperative group with a reputation like ours part ways, most likely for good in some aspects, has unsettled me. But, life moves on and so must we. After this string of events and going-away announcements, I think that my follow-up to my wRHG character poll may be more delayed. I need time to collect myself and comfort those who remain in our disintegrating group.

Expect some more updates, eventually. But most likely not on this page.

- Kyra -

It has certainly been a blast my dearest Kyra and fellow Freeborns; Crank, Hazzerdous, Chrome

I guess in a way I knew this would happen. With Hazzy and Chrome hard to get, then Crank's absence the whole week before. I expected that worse and here's what I got. Ah well, time's always a changing and unfortunately there's not much I can do about. Though I hope that this separation between all of us is just temporary. I don't know how temporary it will be but we can't just end like this. We'll be back and we'll be better than ever. But maybe that's just the dreamer inside of me. Again, it was nice being with all of you guys and gals. It was an honour of meeting such talented writers. I wish you all well in your endevours and as August says: "Courage guide you" and as I say; May the moonlight forever light your path.

And now I'll close with this

For the past is behind us
The future unknown
And the moment is all the we have to call home

Best of luck my brothers and sisters.

THE END


Gone.

They were all gone.

Wave upon horrible crashing wave of emotions: Guilt, hatred, despair, and loneliness. It left her speechless for hours, and those hours progressed to days. The freeborn household was consumed in the silence, as if being buried alive in a disgusting oddly colored muck. It was just her, all by herself. She would count down the list of her past members every day, almost like a sort of sick ceremony, point out how each one left and how each could be pointed towards her.

Arcene had not been seen since the team was forced to heave her household, Jay had left to pursue her. He said he would return by the end of the week. It had been three months.

Epsilon had long been killed, she already knew this, and already knew it was her fault. She dug into her memories like a dagger puncturing skin to remove a bullet, the pool of blood she found on the rotting wooden floor, the tears that ran down their faces as they regained consciousness. Rhami had clung to the collar of her shirt, begging for her to do something about it. But it was far too late.

Rhami had disappeared a long time ago, occasionally returning with a looming cloud of depression swarming her mindset. She hardly acknowledged the team when she even was home, which wasn’t often. This time was different however, it had been months, perhaps half a season. There was no doubt that she was gone too.

Finally, John. His leave was the most mind boggling and mysterious. He came to visit her as usual, being the only one that kept her company anymore, left as usual to sleep at his apartment and never came back.

It was over. Freeborn was dead.

And so would she.

It had been easy really, Jay always kept one of his cyan carved pistols in the top drawer of his old room in case of another break-in. She /hated/ that cold destructive piece of metal which she was clasping in her hands only a minute later. She didn’t want it to come to this, but she had tried everything else. She stopped eating and she stopped sleeping, but her demonic half would endure. Although she felt that misery was all that she deserved, it was too much for her to take anymore.

The cold dark steel was pressed against her temple, pressing on her locks of brown hair. Her chest tightened and her throat narrowed. The seemingly eternal silence was broken by her blubbering sobs, her tears burned against her scarred eye. Her index finger slipped into place, tapping the trigger anxiously. Her other fingers were curled against the handle, just like she had seen Jay hold it, only the barrel was never pointed at him. She gasped in a breath, her crying taking most of her ability to breathe to begin with, her exhale forming into an ugly series of congested cries and squeals in longing and pain. All those years of telling her she wasn’t a monster, all those years of telling her she was a sister, a friend, perhaps even a mother one day. The same people who left with little warning and never came back.

She should have known they would lie to her.

She should have known.

And as the beast in her subconscious eyed the puny mortal, sobbing like an infant in need of food. Its’ slit-like eyes narrowed. It had to have been a bluff, no human would be brave enough to take their own life like this. Both were exhausted and lacking the energy to survive such a blow. She had to be lying. After all, humans lie all the time. There were still the opportunities to grow old, find new friends. Though they would probably end up meeting their maker to the demon or leave her like these ones had. Abaddon had hardly had to lift a finger and the girl was already alone again. If anything, the humans did a better job at making her miserable than it ever could. It was almost proud, before realizing it was directing positive feelings towards the humans and mentally spat.

‘They obviously would have left you. I predicted this from the start.’ It cooed to the human, having to call out a few decibels over a shout to defeat her sobs. ‘We’re a monster, and monsters are abandoned. They are shunned, hated, discarded, left for dead, and are never loved. You never had a chance, which is why I was plotting their destruction from the start. Don’t you think that their misery would have been more relieving than your own as they left one by one?’

“I’m not doing this because I’m miserable. I’m doing this because they were miserable and that was why they left.”

The rather suddenly calm voice left Abaddon to fall into a very death-like quiet.

“I don’t want to do this to get my own pain over with, I’m going to do this because I can save the future pain of others being around me. Being around /us/. This isn’t about me, which is why you can’t manipulate me, this is about everyone else. Everyone else that you cannot control with your magic. Your goals, your mind set, and your motives were all based on the misery of one person. Because, you knew that I would seek the help of others and drag them down into the hell I was going through. So I simply won’t exist to let them be pulled into our madness.”

Her index finger twitched.

‘Don’t you dare.’

She shut her eyes tightly, folds of her skin along her eyelids deepened the more she pressed them together.

‘Put it down, I command you!’

“It’s my turn to give the commands. Say goodbye.”

A gunshot rang through the forest as a limp pale body collapsed into a heap on the wooden boards of the once existent Freeborn household. Now just a broken-down hut in the woods with nothing left in it but a body, a pistol, and a silver locket that bounced under the couch when dropped. The empty thing hung open as blood began to seep under the furniture, staining the bottom of the silver.


Later that evening, the RHG community made the announcement that Kyra the Demon was dead.



And the city rejoiced.