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Post by Jenesis E. on Oct 16, 2007 20:23:58 GMT -8
OOC: Invites only, and so far it's only Valekin, so .. Yeah, only Valekin unless otherwise.
She sat on a high stool, feet dangling off the edge as her sisters tended to her wounds. She had tripped on a bump in the carpet and went tumbling down the stairs into the basement - a place where she was forbidden to go in anymore. She had recieved a harsh scolding from her mother and father, though that was nothing new. Her sisters have recieved this scolding, and she was told from stories from her older siblings that what she was recieving were only minor, and that she should be thankful for that. Her sisters were chatting about of certain events that had been happening in the celebrety world, most of which Jenesis had no understanding of. She knew though, that it was just an attempt to get her to forget this horrible world she lived in, and usually, they would work.
Except today.
She could not erase the images in her mind of what she had seen down there, in that cold place. Although it had been dark, the light provided from the room above had been enough. Horrible images, whether it was what she saw then, or if she had seen it before - she didn't know. But what she saw was something she longed to forget, but the more she tried to forget, the more she triggered other memories. The more she triggered more memories, the more paranoid she grew. The more--
"Hey Jenesis, want some candy?"
"What!? Yes! Please!!"
...bright grin filled up her face, her eyes staring brightly at her oldest sister, while the others stayed behind her, a sad, almost disapproving smile on their face as they tended to the cuts on her back, carefully working around the wings...
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jan 20, 2008 20:16:25 GMT -8
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12:36 am -- Streets of LA
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Crying. The tears flowed endlessly from her eyes, and never had this young girl felt so alone, so isolated from the rest of the world, despite the fact that she was outside on the streets of LA, though cold and in January weather, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a short sleeved shirt. No socks, no shoes; she had run out of the house, the her hands clawing at her eyes as if hoping to get the images out of her head. Scratch marks could be seen near her eyes, her face, hair done in two pig tails as always, though there were no ribbons holding them up, but rubber bands. She sneezed and hiccuped, hoping to stop her crying because she was attracting un-wanted attention from people who just happened to be passing by. Jenesis made her way into an empty alley, noting that there was nothing but trashcans and garbage over the floor. She settled herself on the ground, coughing, shivering...she was cold, but it was her fault for running out of the house so abruptly as such in the first place. Hands reached toward her wings, and tugged on them as hard as she could, but to no avail, they wouldn't come off. She wailed, partially because of the pain it brought to her when she tugged, and partially because of this unknown feeling at her heart, the feeling of being betrayed, alone. Anger, possibly, sadness? Most definitely. It was a heavy feeling, and with all the negativity inside of her which she was not used to, she did not know how to cope with them, therefor the reason why she was as she is now. She had been betrayed by her everyone she loved. All of her sisters, all of them, and her parents. Not only them, but her teachers. Mr. Hiroko, who took care of her from the bullies, Cody, who she built sand castles with, Aureus Hayes, who saved her from the dancing fire, Unfeathered, who shared his lunch with her, Tony, the optimistic one. They all knew that faeries didn't exist, so...why didn't they tell her? Why didn't they save her the humility? Why couldn't they have saved her this anger and resentment she felt sooner rather than later? Though secretly she knew the reason why, she could not help but direct her anger at all of them. In the end, the ones who taunted her were right. In the end, the bullies made more sense than the others. She tugged at her wings again, tears still rolling down her cheeks and dropping to the ground; tears so hot, that they refused to freeze from the harsh winds. She gasped, a shot of pain running up her spine when she yanked at them again, though failed at pulling them off. She was determined, though so very tired. She was-- "No.... No, p-please... No!"Hands began to scratch at her eyes once again, the unwanted flashbacks being the only thing she could see... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ten Years Ago -- 2:39 pm -- Basement
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Ow, mommy! That hurt."A young girl cried out, pushing the older woman away, reaching desperately for one of her older sisters. They turned their heads away from her and remained silent and still, a look of pity on their faces. This girl only being four years old, still so very innocent and young... "Jack, hold her down! I can't do this properly if you don't hold her down!"The older woman said in a frustrated tone, and the husband of that woman gruffed quietly and firmly kept the girl down. "Daddy... Daddy you're HURTING Jenesis! Daddy let go!""Miriam, I don't see why we can't use the aesthetics on her. She's only four for crying out lou--""I told you once before, and I'm NOT going to tell you again. She's going to be a natural one, you hear me?! Now hold her still!"Jack frowned and avoided eye contact with both Miriam and his small daughter. She could struggle all she wanted, she could try and kick and flail however many times she felt the need to, but he was at least three, four times her size. And so, the first stitch had been done. Jenesis screamed. Four agonizing hours later... "It's okay, Jenesis. It's all done now."She whimpered quietly, the tears drying up. She was lying on her stomach on a cold, yet hard surface, her tiny fingers grasping onto Jack's arm, nails digging into him as Miriam cleaned away the blood. "...daddy, Jenesis hurt..."Jack looked painfully at Jenesis, his other hand patting down gently on her head, yet said nothing. Miriam, on the other hand, had a stoic expression on her face before looking over at the oldest of her daughters, nodding her head signaling that it was OK to let them go back to their rooms upstairs. Jenesis, who had longed to climb up those stairs, was forbidden to do so. A week later, Jenesis was able to walk again, though her back was still a bit sore from the stitches. Everyday her mother would tell her what a beautiful faerie Jenesis looked like, and Jenesis would only smile and cheerfully laugh. Everyday, her father would tell her that she was possibly the only faerie on Earth. How special she was to them, how much they loved her, and slowly, the memories of the stitches slowly moved away on its own. When she turned seven, however... "Mom! Jenesis is sorry! Jenesis will never do that agai--"Miriam roughly shoved Jenesis face down onto the floor, grabbing a dropper pipette filled with a deadly acidic substance which burned the skin, and dropped them on her flesh near the stitches of her new wings, ones she had acquired not even a week before. Bigger ones, more beautiful ones, ones that Jenesis would be able to keep for the rest of her life. It also meant a stronger type of wire for the stitches, which meant that she would also have a longer healing process. "Are you going to do that again, Jenesis?! Are you!?!""No! Jenesis is sorry! Jenesis will never do that again!"She was scarred for life... literally. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
12:49 am -- Streets of LA
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The crying stopped, though the breathing of the small teenage girl had increased. Hands continued tugging at her wings, tears once again forming in her eyes, yet refusing to fall. She whimpered, biting down on her tongue, hoping that no other flashbacks after that day would come. It was a horrible feeling, it was as if she were reliving the past; she could nearly feel that same pain she felt back then. Silence... And a sneeze. |
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Post by valekin on Jan 22, 2008 19:30:58 GMT -8
The voice cut through the darkness like a hot knife through coolwhip. Valekin, a very prominent figure, a legend, a monster, had come to this alley with a body to dispose of. Upon hearing the girl, he had stopped, left the body where it lay, and walked over to her, and sat on his haunches. Valekin, could not help but smile at her, but that might have scared her, given his appearance and the teeth.
"Why are you out here alone in the cold, at this time of night? Don't you know that there are monsters about? Some of the other ones might not be as... chivalrous as I am."
Valekin, was going to be a father of sorts, so he would have to get used to the comforting of children eventually. And that was the point of his demeanor towards her, aside from the fact that he's generally less hostile towards females than males. Provided one thing or another, he could become extremely hostile, or very docile. It all depended on so many variables. To be short, yes, he was a basket case. But no, he did not kill children. Not unless they tried to kill him first.
"Are you lost? Are you running away?"
Valid questions, people get lost in cities all the time. And people run away from their problems a lot too. Valekin did his very best to face his problems head on, and most of the time, alone. Which made him very insane. Yet he had his stability rooted in some people and some things, and it kept him from becoming a mindless berserker. Who on earth can judge a man that's been through so much, and has not yet taken his life, but has exacted revenge to the last? What a noble undertaking that is!
But Valekin is not the point here. The girl was, and she seemed to have been crying recently, she was cold most definitely, and it looked like wings were GRAFTED to her back. What a twisted thing to do. Though Valekin had mutations that went in line with his twisted mind and evil habits, he did not have extra parts grafted to him. Such a thing would make him even more inhuman in form. A very horrible person did irreparable harm to this girl. But it wasn't his choice to exact revenge, it was hers. But first, he had to get her to talk to him.
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jan 23, 2008 16:45:32 GMT -8
"No such things as monsters.."
Jenesis replied in a rather flat tone which was definitely a tone she was not used to. If she had been out this late at night and he had approached her with those similar questions, she would have replied rather differently, a more optimistic tone, and she would have said something about how monsters wouldn't hurt her, because she was a faerie. Now the ignorance that veiled over her eyes had been removed; she saw all the negative things in the world, all the hurt and pain hitting her head on. He did look rather frightening, but she wasn't sure what was more fearful; her parents, her own flesh and blood, or this man with markings all over him. He was, what her sisters would call, a bad man by appearance. With those piercings and tattoos, Jenesis had been warned many times not to talk to strangers, especially ones that could be a potential threat to her life. But now, she shook her head at them; anyone could be a potential threat, and if they were to tell her to prove it, Jenesis would point to her own parents, their parents. She would point to them, she would point to herself.
Her vocabulary was very limited. She did not know what 'chivalrous' meant, but she could only assume by the tone of his voice and how it was worded.
Was she lost? Yes, she was. Running away? That too.
"Both."
Her hands continued to tug rather harshly at the wings, and everytime she pulled, Jenesis would wince in pain. The bottom of the stitches had began to pull out, a small red stain on the back of her shirt, right beneath the slits for her wings. Eyes looked in wonder at the man who had approached her before she turned her back to him, revealing the bar code on her neck, along with the metallic wings which seemed to glimmer under the moonlit sky.
"...please get it off..."
She sniffled and shivered, hands wrapping around her legs, her eyes pressing against her knees. She knew it would hurt, knew it would be painful, but these wings only gave painful memories. She didn't want them, didn't need them.
"Please?"
She held her breath. Would he actually pull them off? Or would he be like Unfettered, Saito or Cody and simply lie to her? She knew that they did not mean her any harm, and in a way, she still thought of them as her friends. They had been so kind to her when she had been ridiculed and bullied. Unintentionally, they sheltered her from the unnecessary flashbacks, unwanted memories and let her keep her innocence.
But...who would take her seriously? She was only a child in their eyes afterall.
Where would she go after her wings had been pulled out? Probably the hospital, then to the police. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted them gone. Love? Love her parents?
No.
She loathed them.
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Post by valekin on Jan 23, 2008 17:54:44 GMT -8
"Certainly, darling girl."
Valekin took his time there, standing behind her. He rubbed his hands along the wings, feeling the stitch work on her back. Yes, this was some sick and twisted shit right here. Valekin wasn't going to offer her a painkiller, or anything like that. The only reprieve he was going to give her, was lack of warning. That would make it go much much more quickly. Yes, lack of warning, and the use of all his strength to just rip them out.
"Face forward, and don't turn your head back."
Valekin would wait for a few seconds, he wouldn't even count for her. To spare her the psychological torture of that. Yes, only a few seconds did he wait. And then in an instant he sunk his claws into her back, just barely by the base of each wing, then curve out, and he pulled. Pretty damn hard. With the skin's integrity near the stitches comprimised, and the strength applied, the sutres would tear, blood would follow, and she'd have two descending open wounds on her back. The pain would be enormous, and blood would follow.
"That pain you feel right now."
He said holding onto the wings, then throwing them at a trash can.
"Is called freedom."
He shook his hands out, getting excess blood off.
"That pain you're feeling now is the most valuable commodity you have. Let's you know you're alive, and you're free from whatever had given you those wings."
Valekin stood there, looking at the girl, expecting many screams and cries of pain. But that lesson he just gave her, about freedom and the pain she'd be feeling, he was confident that she'd remember it. Yes, very confident. He stood there, silent, and waited, watching.
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jan 24, 2008 20:43:31 GMT -8
She stared at a trash can in front of her, hands instinctively plugging her ears as if it would help the pain go away. Though near instantly, she felt her flesh being torn from her body, the scent of blood instantly brushing underneath her nose, her eyes wide in slight fear, yet remained silent. Her mind was blank, her teeth gnashing against eachother, her whole body numb; she could not feel anything, was not thinking anything, and for about a minute, she remained silent, his words echoing, imprinting themselves into her. She would remember this day until she died; no, she wouldn't forget. She was through forgetting. As soon as her thoughts came back to her, so did the pain; lips parted ever so slightly, a whimper escaping...one which soon turned into a horrible scream, her lungs burning as she arched her back, wanting to slam herself into a wall to make the burning go away. The stinging, it was horrible...
She was still screaming.
Hands clutched at the side of her head, pressing tightly against her ears, her voice hardly ever wavering. Hot tears poured down her face, she was in so much pain, but it was worth it; repeatedly told herself that it was worth it, because she knew she always had a low tolerance for pain.
Her continuous screaming would attract many people; if this man stayed any longer, those who arrive would accuse him of purposely hurting her. They wouldn't know he did what he did for a good cause, so she sincerely hoped he would leave.
As for her, those who arrived would call an ambulance, take her to the hospital. And from there? Well... Just have to wait and see, don't we?
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Post by valekin on Jan 26, 2008 10:51:21 GMT -8
"Good luck little one."
Valekin said, disposing of the body he had dragged into the alley in a outdoor incinerator. He then let her scream there and attract attention, but he wouldn't be seen, he was halfway up the walls of the buildings around her by that point. Scaling the walls, he thought she would be alright, as paramedics were arriving now, and people were around her doing their thing. He hated people, they crowded and didn't give the girl room. She just had some of the flesh of her back ripped out.
Well... aren't I the dark angel?
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jan 26, 2008 14:58:53 GMT -8
The paramedics drove Jenesis off on her stomach to the hospital, shooting her with aestetics to calm the girl down. Instantly, she fell asleep, and in the ambulance they sped off to the nearest local hospital, and from there, depending on her situation, put her in a chopper and send her off to a bigger hospital for treatment. They would take skin from her thighs and staple them onto her back to cover the missing chunk of skin, and keep her on her stomach on the bed. The police had arrived to investigate the scene, finding a pair of wings with flesh still attached to it in the trash. As evidence, they bagged it and sent it off, and secured the whole area for detectives to work on.
In a week, she would be released. Her parents would be sent off to jail, and her sisters under the age of eighteen - including Jenesis - would be taken to the orphanage.
Jenesis' story was all over the news, and received a lot of sympathy from people she didn't know. People would walk up to her and apologize, pat her shoulder, or give her things Jenesis will never use in the future. Like candles. Although candy was given, it seemed as if Jenesis lost her sweet tooth, and found the taste of sugary things quite bitter.
Jenesis was almost afraid to go to school; she didn't want their pity, nor did she want them staring at her as they did when she first arrived at school. But she had to.
Until she got adopted, anyway.
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