Post by DICK PRESCOTT on Feb 28, 2023 14:58:22 GMT
━ our worst day is where we start from, where we rise from━
THROUGHOUT his entire time as a Marine he’d experienced immense hardships, pain, guilt, you name it. Being a Marine wasn’t easy, hadn’t been easy, and Dick didn’t think he would be able to recover at the disaster that happened overseas. He’d let his men down. He was a leader, should have seen any and all obstacles that arose, and yet, he’d let the enemies slip past him. Had let his men go behind enemy lines blindly. But his intel should have been up to par, should have been correct in its information. But it wasn’t his men went into a slaughter - an ambush just sitting and waiting on them to enter. It was almost too easy. Like they had expected us to be int hat exact position, which made him wonder endlessly if there had been a rat within his crew, someone on the inside made to betray.
And that’s what Dick had thought, but his command had told him to forget it, that they would be doing the investigation and there was nothing that he could do. Fuckin’ hell he wouldn’t be doing his own investigation into this. They were his men that were lost, nobody else’s. But at the end of the day, they honorably discharged him and sent him on his merry way, almost as if that had been the plan all along, to just cover up what happened and discharge the only other person who could fight back. But orders were orders, no matter how much he disagreed with them. Dick was a soldier, made to follow orders. A slave to the flag, willing to do anything and everything for his country. And he had.
He’d just lost everything in the process.
And now nothing was different. He’d lost all over again, this time his humanity, his soul, forced to change into something inhuman. He had no idea this world existed, that there were things out there that couldn’t be explained. But then he woke up one day on the street, disoriented with no recollection of the past couple of months. Freaked, he went in search of the one person he trusted most in the world: Roxxi and what a mistake that turned out to be because he ended up actually physically hurting her, unable to control his urges. But she’d realized what had happened, that he didn’t know who or what did this to him and needed help. That’s when she told him the truth, of what she was, what he was, and everything in between.
It’d been a few months since then though. As soon as he learned everything he freaked and ran off, not turning back. If he was what Roxxi said he was, then he needed to do some of his own research and figure out what the hell had happened to him and why. Investigating and tracking down people was what he knew best, and this time was no different. So Dick set off on a journey of his own: to find people who were like him and have them help him, in any way that they could.
Now back in Mystic Falls he had more of an understanding, or rather grip, on what he was: a Chimera, he’d found out, half vampire, half werewolf. Created in a lab like some sick ass science experiment. It was still sickening to think about, but at least now he had more knowledge of what he was and could work on controlling himself, although shifting wasn’t something he exactly had full control over yet as he often found himself having shifted in the middle of his sleep with no knowledge of having doing so. That was something else entirely he needed to do more research on, and honestly, talk to Roxxi about. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of months, hadn’t even made an effort to reach out, he couldn’t after what he’d done.
But now, back in Mystic Falls, he found himself needing to speak with her, check in on her at least. He just needed to make sure she was okay. The kicker though? He needed to wait until he shifted back into his human form, because as of right now he was in full on wolf mode, running around in the forest, desperate to shift back as he’d been stuck this way for a few days now. How fucking embarrassing. He needed Roxxi’s help… desperately. Heading twigs snap in the distance, he stopped dead in his tracks, Dick looked ahead to see what appeared to be a fox and his interest peaked, almost in familiarity at the creature before him. Roxxi?
And that’s what Dick had thought, but his command had told him to forget it, that they would be doing the investigation and there was nothing that he could do. Fuckin’ hell he wouldn’t be doing his own investigation into this. They were his men that were lost, nobody else’s. But at the end of the day, they honorably discharged him and sent him on his merry way, almost as if that had been the plan all along, to just cover up what happened and discharge the only other person who could fight back. But orders were orders, no matter how much he disagreed with them. Dick was a soldier, made to follow orders. A slave to the flag, willing to do anything and everything for his country. And he had.
He’d just lost everything in the process.
And now nothing was different. He’d lost all over again, this time his humanity, his soul, forced to change into something inhuman. He had no idea this world existed, that there were things out there that couldn’t be explained. But then he woke up one day on the street, disoriented with no recollection of the past couple of months. Freaked, he went in search of the one person he trusted most in the world: Roxxi and what a mistake that turned out to be because he ended up actually physically hurting her, unable to control his urges. But she’d realized what had happened, that he didn’t know who or what did this to him and needed help. That’s when she told him the truth, of what she was, what he was, and everything in between.
It’d been a few months since then though. As soon as he learned everything he freaked and ran off, not turning back. If he was what Roxxi said he was, then he needed to do some of his own research and figure out what the hell had happened to him and why. Investigating and tracking down people was what he knew best, and this time was no different. So Dick set off on a journey of his own: to find people who were like him and have them help him, in any way that they could.
Now back in Mystic Falls he had more of an understanding, or rather grip, on what he was: a Chimera, he’d found out, half vampire, half werewolf. Created in a lab like some sick ass science experiment. It was still sickening to think about, but at least now he had more knowledge of what he was and could work on controlling himself, although shifting wasn’t something he exactly had full control over yet as he often found himself having shifted in the middle of his sleep with no knowledge of having doing so. That was something else entirely he needed to do more research on, and honestly, talk to Roxxi about. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of months, hadn’t even made an effort to reach out, he couldn’t after what he’d done.
But now, back in Mystic Falls, he found himself needing to speak with her, check in on her at least. He just needed to make sure she was okay. The kicker though? He needed to wait until he shifted back into his human form, because as of right now he was in full on wolf mode, running around in the forest, desperate to shift back as he’d been stuck this way for a few days now. How fucking embarrassing. He needed Roxxi’s help… desperately. Heading twigs snap in the distance, he stopped dead in his tracks, Dick looked ahead to see what appeared to be a fox and his interest peaked, almost in familiarity at the creature before him. Roxxi?
| ROXANNE BRASCHI |