Trade Your Hope And Dreams

[Paxton McCreary]

Tag: Josephine Lightbourne

this is not

YOUR DAMN ARMY

McCreary stepped foot off of the ship and a smirk made it's way onto his expression. It was fortunate that one of his men saved him before Earth well, practically exploded. Even better that by the time he woke up, the others had already found a new place to infiltrate. Let the games begin. As he made his way, he sought out his own men, having woken them up to . . . enjoy the fresh air. A feeling quite short lived on Earth. But not anymore.

This time, there seemed to be others who were here first, as McCreary was taking his time gathering information. Collecting what useful tidbits he could; it seemed that the others had been here for some days now. How unkind that they didn't wake them up. It only meant McCreary was prepared to make up for lost time. He made his way to what he'd learned was some sort of palace, and went to a sad looking bar. But it would have to do. Before he reached the counter however his eyes caught sight of an all too familiar face.

All cleaned up, dressed up . . . as if she hadn't aided in the destruction of Earth as they knew it. The temptation was too great to resist and McCreary just eyed her with nothing less than contempt. Making his way up to her, he stood right in front of her to block her from moving forward and invading her personal space. "Did you miss me?" He asked, sarcastically of course. But he wanted her to know that he was here; and he planned to stay.

[Josephine Lightbourne]

●●●

Cause darling I'm a

nightmare

dressed like a

daydream

If there was ever a man that was the walking, talking definition of a red flag, it was the one now stood before her. Josie was staring up at him with a lack of recognition, something that he might find irritating considering the face she was wearing. She'd been in possession of this body for a few days now. She was using it t infiltrate the inner circle of their visitors, and had not finished sorting through Clarke's memories. Maybe if she had have, she would have recognized him sooner.

What she did recognize was the look in his eyes; it was the same, unhinged expression her father had when he'd killed her all those years ago. It made her uncomfortable and afraid. She took a step back to put some distance between them, something Clarke would never had done. It showed weakness. Josie wasn't a fighter though. Not physically, at least. She swore she head warning bells in her head. "McCreary." His name left her lips slowly, the taste of each syllable making her sick to her stomach. He was a prisoner, a bad man, she recalled. There was a flash of memories, him in front of her, his closed fist hitting her face. Her cheek ached just thinking about it.

He thought she was Clarke. Of course he did, she was possessing her body, pretending to be her. And he wanted to kill her. Crap. Josie lifted her hands up, her palms facing him. "There's a few things you need to know before you do anything you'll regret." How did she even begin to explain this to him? Hi, I'm not Clarke so please don't kill me? Yeah, right.

"If you try to kill me now, you will fail, and you will be killed. Not because of Bellamy or Diyoza, but because ever guard in Sanctum will protect me." Josie said, looking him in the eyes, hoping desperately that he heeded her words. "And the reason why will protect me is because I'm not Clark. I'm Josephine Lightbourne, a Prime of Sanctum."

● Tag: Paxton McCreary ●

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Paxton McCreary]

Tag: Josephine Lightbourne

this is not

YOUR DAMN ARMY

She said his name but before he could say -- or do -- anything else she quickly spoke on. Of course she would. She was faced with the man she'd left for dead. She'd say anything to get herself out of this predicament. But what she said, well . . . he supposed he didn't know her well enough but he knew that it was damn well arrogant. He would fail? He'd be killed? Naming 2 names of people that she believed would protect her?

"You're talking about the people that you betrayed and left for dead . . . yeah. I'm not too worried about them." His voice sarcastic, taunting. How many friends did she have left? Apparently -- according to her -- she made some new ones, talking about the guards as if they'd protect her and just when he thought she couldn't get any more outrageous . . . she said she was someone else. McCreary scoffed at the very notion.

"Well that's a new one," he mused, unphased. "Guess you'd say anything to get out of a pretty bad situation that you now find yourself in." He leaned forward a bit, closer to her, lowering his voice just slightly but still with a tone of unwavered threat. "And I don't wanna kill you. But by the time I'm done with, and all your friends, you'll wish I had." He'd almost had them even. He would have had Diyoza had it not been for the child she carried in her womb. Things were just getting started.