Post by Dyzz on Mar 15, 2009 14:32:24 GMT -7
You don't even know me
Can you see past my charade
I'm no devil, but I sure ain't an angel either
The Past is never left in the past
She readied herself for the impact, and managed to roll out of it, and end with only bruising, cuts, and a twisted ankle, rather then broken bones. She picked herself up, looked back to the castle, and ran-limped to the wall surrounding her prison, as fast as she could. She pushed at a brick in the wall, she had discovered long ago, and squeezed threw the small whole. Her slim, malnourished figure fit threw surprisingly well.
She quickly followed the dirt road, knowing she had three days, at most, till they learned the ‘dark princess’ was missing. As she traveled up the road, shivering in her tattered dress, she tried to figure out where she could go. It was during these thoughts that the lady found her. The old lady that had wrapped a wool coat around her bruised shoulders, and delicately lifted her into the wagon.
The Lady looked at her, Who are you dearie? You look cold, and worn to the bone. I’m Voodoo, and that little girl. The lady pointed to a small child, about five, who sat in the back, and looked just like Voodoo, Is my daughter Midnight Sonata. Wiccan nodded to the both of them, liking their gold eyes and black hair, and goth appearances. I am Wiccan Rede.[/b] She stated. It was the name Wiccan had given herself because her parents didn’t find it important enough to give her one. They merely called her ‘the Dark One’-her mother-or ‘Wench’-her father-or ‘the Dark Princess’-the kingdom.
Voodoo smiled at her name, Well, Wiccan. Let’s take you to my house for the night, see if we can get you warmed up, and fix that ankle of yours, then you can decide if you want to stay or not.
Wiccan nodded, finding an odd sense of trust, and kinship in these people. She let them take her to their house, and for the first time, felt like she fit in somewhere. But as all good things end in her life that ended as well.
It wasn’t long before the king found her. She had made a tight friend ship with Sonata, regardless of the 4 year age difference. But after a month of her staying there, the king found her. He killed Voodoo, when she refused to give Wiccan up, and Wiccan was shot in the arm, when she stood in front of Sonata when her blonde father aimed at her. In the end, the King commanded that the guards take Sonata and Wiccan back to the palace, lock Wiccan in the dungeon where he would deal with her, and Sonata would be locked in Wiccan’s room.
Wiccan was strapped to a table, and forced to wait for her father to come, and tell her what he was going to do to punish her for running away from the castle. Her father came in, and glared at her. You have been a dumb little wench. Her father shouted, as he slapped her hard, leaving an imprint of his hand on her white, clear skin. She bit her lip, and kept from crying out. He grabbed a knife, and sliced into her arm, and Wiccan bit down harder, causing her lip to start bleeding. She felt the metallic taste in her mouth, but said nothing.
Her father spent almost all night torturing his daughter in the dark rooms. When she was finally thrown into her room, Sonata ran to her friend, and cried in alarm as she saw Wiccan. Sonata cried, and cradled a passed out Wiccan in her arms. She suddenly heard a peck on the window, and gasped at the bright phoenix that gently floated there, it’s eyes on Wiccan. She lay Wiccan on the ground, and ran to the window, opening it.
The phoenix entered and flew to the almost dead Wiccan Rede on the ground, and stared at her. Small pinpricks of tears could be seen from it’s eyes, and they fell into Wiccan’s open mouth, her wounds began to heal, and her breathing became easier. But as they healed her body, some part of the DNA of a phoenix, caught into her blood stream allowing her tears to have the same effect. Almost.
Wiccan woke about 30 minutes later, slowly rising up. What happened to me?[/b] She asked softly. Sonata ran to the older girl, hugging her tightly, Oh my goddess Widan! You scawed me so much! I dought dat you would die! Sonata cried. The phoenix had left as soon as it had done its job, and now Wiccan stared at a single phoenix feather, resting on the floor next to her. She reached out, and carefully picked up, then hugged it to her chest. I… I almost… died.[/b] She mumbled, finally catching on to what happened. The little girl nodded in mute fear, and happiness for the older girl.
Wiccan gently hugged Sonata back. We need to get away, Sonata.[/b] She whispered as she stroked the little girl’s hair. Sonata looked at her, But, Sissy… Where are we going to go? She asked. Sonata had taken to calling Wiccan ‘Sissy’ after she had been staying with Sonata and Voodoo for a little less then 2 weeks.
Wiccan brushed back a strand of Sonata’s hair. I’m not sure. But your Big Sister, will make everything all right. I promise I will.[/b] She told Sonata. And indeed, the two had become like sisters. The question was now. What would happen to the sisters?
That night, Wiccan had grabbed Sonata’s hand, and Sonata called for the phoenix to come back, and then begged for it to lend them a hand on getting down from the tower. The phoenix latched onto their arms, and slowly flew them to the ground. When Sonata and Wiccan’s feet hit the hard ground, the two began to run, But Wiccan led Sonata away from the gate. No… Wiccan was heading towards the armor room. She was heading out for good. She smiled reassuringly at Sonata, as she put on some special made armor, that a weapon’s maker had made for her, when he saw her fighting. The female warrior fit the 9 year old perfectly, and she latched 10 throwing daggers around her waist, and another two to her thigh. She placed her twin swords-given by a trainer-to her back, as well as her bow and arrows-also a present. She then grabbed Sonata’s hand, and led the little girl to the stables. Can you ride?[/b] She whispered to Sonata. Sonata nodded, having been riding since she was 3ish. Wiccan gave her a mild tempered Friesian, and mounted her own creature. The two took of towards the gates, and galloped past, unseen by the sleeping guards. Stay quiet, till I tell you, okay?[/b] Wiccan asked Sonata. Sonata nodded, and kept silent as best as she could.
As they galloped, a girl suddenly stepped in their way. I’m not letting you run away, Wiccan! Father won’t like that.[/color][/b] Wiccan smirked, jumped down from her now stopped steed, passing the reins, before hand, to Sonata. She walked forward to meet her ivory haired, blue eyes sister. She pulled her bow from her back, and strung the arrow. You wanna bet?[/b] She shouted.
Her sister, Rhea, looked unfazed, You don’t really know how to use that. She said, like she knew everything. Wiccan smirked. Wrong answer.[/b] She let drew back, then realized. Her sister’s eyes showed alarm right before the arrow struck her heart, and sped right threw it, and out her back, passing clean threw her. She smirked, remounted the horse, and galloped off, Sonata close behind her.
Widan? Sissy? Sonata asked after a few hours of riding. Wiccan looked at Sonata. Yes?[/b] She asked the little girl. Can you teach me to shoot wike dat? the little girl asked, grinning at Wiccan. Wiccan smiled and nodded, Sure, I’ll teach you all my tricks.[/b] She promised her. Sonata smiled to herself, and the two continued to travel in silence.
After traveling long and hard for a few months, trouble hit the two. They had been sleeping, Wiccan-as always-was strapped, but before she could wake up, a cloth covered her mouth, and Wiccan was drugged, unconscious, and unable to warn Sonata. The two unconscious girls were loaded into a black van, and driven to lab, where they were to be experimented on.
The first thing they did to Wiccan was add bird DNA into her blood streams. Her blood seemed to accept it, and before long, wings where growing from her back, large and black, and about 5 feet wide. Her bones in her back, reconstructed themselves so that they would fit, and her bones slowly grew hollow. Air sacks bloomed inside her, and her hearing and sight increased.
The scientists had made her into a freak. They then had their fun on little Sonata, adding wolf DNA into her. Sonata’s insides did nothing, but when she would wake up, they would discover what had happened to her.
Wiccan woke first, stretching as well as she could in the dog crate they had thrown her in. As she stretched, she noticed something on her back stretching as well. She turned her head, and screamed as she looked at the large black wings. The now 10 year old, for her birthday had been the day they had operated, and added the Bird DNA to her, accidentally woke Sonata with her screaming. The little girl looked at her, and gasped, Widan! You have wings! Sonata shouted, and in her alarm, the little girl accidentally found herself transforming into a small wolf pup. She whined, fearful, as she looked around in her miniature form.
So… that is what the wolf DNA did to the little one… Interesting. A voice sneered from the shadows. Slowly a figure came out, and grinned at the two girls. Hope you both don’t mind what we did? He snickered.
He walked towards Wiccan’s cage, opened it, and pulled her out, Come along… Time for tests. And it soon was like this everyday. Wiccan and Sonata would wake up. Wiccan would be dragged to a testing room-which she thought was really a torture room-then it was Sonata’s turn, breakfast, group testing, lunch, more testing, practice flight-wolf time, dinner, last tests of the day, and then bed. Wiccan hated it.
One night, She woke in the middle of the night, and had a plan. She and Sonata were done with this. She decided it was time to show these scientists what they had captured… TO show them, she as more then a bird-human… To show them that she was also part pusher shifter. She pushed into the minds of the nearest being, wincing as she did so, and forced them to go get her weapons and armor that she had come with, and then release her and Sonata. Wiccan was now 11 years old, Sonata was 7, and the armor didn’t fit as well, but all the daggers, arrows, and twin swords did. She quickly carried Sonata towards the exit, flapped her black wings, and took to the air.
Wiccan didn’t know where she was going, but when she landed in an alley, she lay Sonata down, and decided it as time to sleep. She woke up to a lot of pain on her neck, and a vampire leaning over her. She screamed and hit him. The Vampire shouted in surprise and ran away. But a little bit of venom was left in her blood stream. And Wiccan soon found that… the only thing it caused, was have her be able to drink blood when she wished too.
She quickly grabbed a sleeping Sonata in her arms, and took to the sky again, spreading her midnight wings wide, and allowing herself to fly threw the air. She sliced threw oxygen with each up and downward beat with her powerful wings… Eyes scanned anything and everything, but hunger was beginning to wear her down. And as she looked at the ground, she saw a sleeping woman on a bench. Suddenly Wiccan felt a flare in her throat when she smelt the woman’s blood. She flew to the ground, set Sonata up against a tree, and walked to the woman. She lowered her head, and deliberately drank the woman’s blood, till she was dead, and dry. Then Wiccan noticed something odd. Her cunning, and wisdom was suddenly increased, and she cursed as she realized she just drank the blood of a Were-dragon. Another thing to make the girl different.
She sighed, and was about to walk towards Sonata, when she felt a hand grab her, and smack her hard. You killed her! You killed my girlfriend! A man yelled at Wiccan. Wiccan seemed unfazed, as she watched the man. The man suddenly bit her, and Wiccan felt another set of DNA course threw her body… And watched as the man wince, shift into a wolf and run off…
Great a shape shifter, wolf.[/b] Wiccan breathed, as she ran back to Sonata. She picked up the girl, energized by the blood she had drunk, she traveled as far as she could. She traveled, Sonata in her arms, stopping every few days to eat and sleep, then taking to the skies again. She was keeping herself traveling as long as possible.
She and Sonata lived this way for 4 years. Wiccan was soon 15, and Sonata was 11. They had stopped in Paris when Wiccan felt herself grabbed from behind, and pulled into a warehouse. A teen, about 17 leered at her, Hello Beautiful. He said coldly, as he reached out, and stroked her long black hair, which was down to her mid back now. You are totally hot, so I think I am going to enjoy myself. Before Wiccan could catch up, the boy kissed her hard, and forced her to the ground. He raped her, and smirked, as he got up. Thanks for that. he said, before running away. Wiccan curled up in a ball, crying.
Sonata found her like this later, and quickly hurried to her. It’s okay Wiccan. Don’t cry! Sonata said, as she redressed Wiccan, and led her outside. Wiccan nodded, and held out her arms, for Sonata. Sonata nodded, and let Wiccan pick her up. Wiccan-still sore from all that had just happened-forced the pain, fear, and anger from her mind and took to the skies.
Wiccan traveled in silence, Sonata watching her carefully, for a few hours, before stopping. Hunger was taking over. She sighed, and said, I need to go get something to eat.[/b] Sonata nodded, then said, You shouldn’t worry, Wiccan. Nothing will happen. I would have heard it by now. Wiccan smiled, finding relief in the fact that if she were pregnant, Sonata would know and warn her. And since she said she heard nothing… She was okay.
Wiccan ran threw the dark, and soon found an old drunk sitting by the tree. Wiccan stalked forward, and took all her anger on this man. Forgetting her hunger. She sighed, and looked the mutilated corpse. I might not be angry anymore, But I’m still hungry.[/b] She cursed herself. She turned around, and searched fro something else to eat. She soon found a woman and man walking alone together. Wiccan smiled to herself. Dinner and Dessert. She ran forward, breaking the man’s neck, and knocking out the women. The man was instantly dead, and she happily drank him dry.
Then it was time for dessert, she looked at the woman on the ground, and saw blonde hair from beneath her hood. Instantly anger towards her family reared up, and the fifteen year old grabbed a dagger from her belt and threw it into her heart. She grinned as she looked at the dagger buried into the women. She took it out, and wiped it on the man’s shirt.
She sheathed the dagger, and took to the air. She flew back to Sonata, and smiled when she saw the girl sleeping. She touched her softly, and watched as Sonata jumped awake. Gosh Wiccan! You scared me! She said, before looking up at her older sister. Time to go, Sonata.[/b] She said softly. Sonata nodded and looked at Wiccan, as Wiccan picked her up, and flew randomly. She sighed to herself, and then smiled at Wiccan, feel better? Wiccan nodded. yes, but we are heading back to the kingdom, and taking care of the rest of my family.[/b]
Since Wiccan was unable to kill her rapier, she would defiantly kill her parents. And the rest of her family of course!
She traveled for a few months and when she finally arrived, she had finally turned 16, and Sonata was nearing her 12 birthday. She looked at the castle, and smirked, before walking forward. She entered the castle wall, stormed up to the door, and knocked loudly. When the door opened, she smirked at the frightened look her mother gave her. Over the years Wiccan had reequipped her self, and gotten new gothic apparel. She smirked, Hello Mother.[/b] Her mother didn’t even get a chance to scream before a dagger silence her.
Wiccan pulled it out of her mother’s corpse, wiped it on her mother’s dress, and started to enter the castle. She shouted as loud as she could, Father! Come now! We have a score to settle.[/b] A bunch of her siblings appeared first, and she shot them each with an arrow. And by the time all her sibling’s where dead, her father appeared.
YOU!... WENCH!!!!! Her father shouted, as he lunged at her. But this time, Wiccan was ready and waiting for him. She grabbed a blade from behind her back, and slashed at him, causing him to jump back. But before she could land any hits, she felt hands on her back, and turned around to see a guard glaring at her. Looking past him, she saw another one trying to hold back Sonata. Sonata! Shift![/b] She shouted! She shifted into her wolf form, for the first time, and followed behind Sonata.
Wiccan grimaced as she ran. She… she… couldn’t believe it. She had tried as hard as she could, but was unable to kill her own father. By now, anger had taken on most of Wiccan, and she soon found herself flying to America.
There, in America, she and Sonata finally made a name for themselves. They were tired of all the torture they had gone threw. This time.. This time, it was their turn to be in charge.
Wiccan smirked as she looked at a mother holding her daughter tight. Their blonde hair and blue eyes made Wiccan snarl. Please… the little girl begged. Wiccan laughed, and slashed at the girl’s face, her long sharp fingernails slashing into her soft skin. Wiccan was 17 now, and had killed many since her family. She sneered at the little girl who was now crying and holding her cheek. When have I ever listened to begging?[/b] Wiccan snarled, before grabbing a dagger, and slitting the mother’s throat. She sneered at the little girl who was now crying and screaming. She grabbed a knife, and slid it into the girl’s heart, watching as the girl gave one more startled breath before she fell against her mother dead. Wiccan smiled, and carved a WR into their skin, followed by a MS. With their bodies marked, Sonata and Wiccan turned and headed else where. Wiccan stopped by a hair salon and suddenly smirked. What do you think, Sonata? Do we deserve a treat?[/b] The thirteen year old smirked, Yes please! She said, and ran in. One of the ladies smiled at the two, her piercing and black hair glimmered under the lights, Hey? Want a touch up on that black hair, or what? Wiccan smirked, Our hair is naturally. But I want the hair around my face died deep purple.[/b] She said, Sonata added a quick, And I want a few streaks of lime green! She added quickly.
Four hours later, Wiccan walked out, her now waist length black hair had purple bangs around her face, and Sonata’s hair was cropped short in a diagonal partner, getting longer on one side, with random streaks of lime green in it. Wiccan smirked, her eyes bright, and looked at her reflection in a window. Her purple bangs matched her purple eyes perfectly, and Sonata looked adorable, her yellow/green eyes set of her lime green highlights.
Sonata smiled at Wiccan, We look so hot! Wiccan laughed, and ruffled her ‘sister’s’ hair. Let’s go girly.[/b] She said, earning a glare from Sonata at the nickname. What ever you say… sissy. Sonata shot back, causing Wiccan to laugh again. Sonata walked to the car, she and Wiccan now owned-who said killing couldn’t be a paying job?
Wiccan pulled the car into drive, and sped of to the old mansion she had bought for herself and Sonata to live in. She looked over at Sonata who was glancing out the window, Is something wrong, Sonata?[/b] She asked.
Sonata turned to Wiccan, Wic, I’m curious. Do you ever regret not killing your father? Wiccan shrugged, but a fearful look crossed her face at the mere mention of her father. It was still very much a touchy subject for her, and it confused her to no end, when it came to what she should do about him. He was practically a god… Untouchable.
Wiccan looked over at Sonata, Actually, Son. I don’t know what to do about him. He… he is almost too much for me to handle.[/b] Wiccan for once, spoke her words in a whisper, her voice leaking in a bit of fear in her words. Yes, Wiccan was afraid of her father, but this fear helped feed her hatred for him as well, and if she felt hatred towards him, then more reason to kill him.
Sonata looked at Wiccan, Don’t worry, Wiccan. We’ll get threw this. One way or another. Wiccan nodded, and parked the car, before she and Sonata headed to bed. Wiccan closed her eyes, and for the first time in months, she went back to her past in her dreams. She watched as her father beat her, and tortured her in the dungeons, laughing as he penetrated her soft skin with daggers, and blades. Remembering when he thought it was funny to lock his 2-year-old daughter in a coffin for three days. Wiccan’s past wasn’t a bright one. But what could she really do, but listen and relive those memories.
She knew… if she didn’t kill her father, there might be more memories to come. And it was with those thoughts that Wiccan fell asleep. As Wiccan slept, however, someone snuck into her room, and glared at her. Putting a rag over her mouth, to keep her asleep, they lifted her up, and stuffed her in a bag, and ran out of the room with Wiccan Rede. Soon the bag containing a now awake, and very pissed of Wiccan was sitting in a room that Wiccan would prefer to avoid for the rest of her life.
The bag was opened, and a hand reached in, twisting around her hair, and pulling her up. As most girls in this situation would do, Wiccan screamed, and twisted, but found herself helpless in this sort of situation. As she was lifted, she soon met her father’s cold blue eyes. You filthy pregnant dog. This time I’m going to kill you! Do you hear me? I am going to kill you! You murdered your MOTHER! YOUR SISTERS AND BROTHERS! YOU TRIED TO KILL ME! YOUR FATHER! YOU KILLED YOUR FAMILY!
Wiccan sneered at him, Don’t worry. Sonata is alive. I didn’t kill anyone in my family![/b] Wiccan said. Her father let out a shout of pure anger, and threw her against a wall, and Wiccan heard a sickening thud as her head hit the brick. She fell to the ground, and then delicately reached up to touch the back of her head, where it had hit the wall. As she pulled her fingers away, she saw blood on her fingers. She looked up at her father, and saw him steadily approaching, fury and bloodlust in his orbs. Wiccan gulped and looked around, searching for a way out. Seeing none, she cried out, as her father grabbed her by the throat, and threw her into a barrel of swords. She felt the edges scraping and digging into her skin, but forced herself up, and grabbed on of the swords. But her father quickly kicked it out of her hands.
Wiccan for once was afraid, fury had made her father stronger, and bloodlust had made his faster. She didn’t know how she was going to win this one. She looked at the man she feared more then anyone else in the world. You’re going to kill me…[/b] It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be. Her father laughed, and threw her into a very familiar coffin, and locked it. Let’s see how long the little witch can go with out food and water. Wiccan for once had her eyes wide open as she pounded on the Coffin her father had once again locked her in.
After a while, she found her project of hitting the inside of the lid useless, and leaned back… Only to jump forward, screaming in pain. Her father laughed from the outside, Yes, I modified the little coffin. Interesting isn’t it? Either the hunger will kill you, or the spikes will. Wiccan pressed herself as close to the lid as possible, and turned her head to look at what her father had laced the bed of the coffin with. She stared in horror at the row after row of sharp silver spikes… This could not be going well.
By the second day in the coffin, Wiccan was feeling really weak, and had many puncture holes in her back from where she would grow tired, and lean back. By the third day she was having hallucinations. By the fourth day, she could lean against the spikes carefully, so they only dug in about a few centimeters, and not feel in pain. And by the fifth day, she was praying to whatever god there was, to just end this for her. And on the sixth day, Wiccan gave up. As she fell backwards, into the spikes, from exhaustion, and hunger, the door opened and Sonata caught her. And pulled her out. Wiccan! Sonata said in surprise as she stared at her friend. How could this have happened? Sonata quickly grabbed her backpack that she had brought, and took a pack of some red liquid from it. She used the tip of a dagger to slice a small slit in it, then put it to Wiccan’s lips.
When Wiccan felt the crimson elixir of life hit her lips, her eyes snapped open, and she grabbed the pack, tightening her grip on it, and sucking at the liquid inside. She threw it aside when empty, and grabbed another, biting it with her teeth and downing it. She finished three more packs before she was finally feeling a little more like herself. Come on Wiccan, we need to get out. Neither of us are in the best condition to fight your father. Especially not you. What did he do to you? Sonata stated. Wiccan pointed to the coffin, which was open, and showed silver spikes glistening with red blood.
Sonata gasped, raising a hand to her face. Let’s go… Now. Wiccan nodded, then grabbed another pack and downed it. Let’s fly.[/b] Wiccan said, grabbing Sonata, and flying up the stairs, out the doors and into the sky. She’d come back, eventually… She hoped… and finally kill the son of a pregnant dog she called a father… No… he wasn’t her father. Not anymore. Her only family was Sonata… her sister.
The next two years passed quickly, and Wiccan found herself finally relaxing around strangers again, but her killing had gone up another level in viciousness. She was nearing her 20th birthday now, and soon even Sonata would be 16. The two had matured a lot, having gone threw so much at such a young age already. But now, the two wondered where life would be taking them
Wiccan turned 20, and about 4 weeks after her, Sonata’s birthday came around, and she turned 16. Some sweet sixteen. No one turned up. Sonata complained. Wiccan laughed, and gently nudged her, Sona! If you didn’t kill all your friends, they would show up. Plus, I haven’t given you my present.[/b] Sonata brightened at these words. Her eyes wide as she stared up at Wiccan, What? What is it? Wiccan smiled, I found a place for us to reek new havoc. A place… my father shouldn’t be able to follow us to.[/b]
Sonata stared at Wiccan in surprise, it was odd for the older girl to bring up her father, but then Sonata smiled, When do we leave? She asked. Wiccan smiled, In a week.[/b] She replied.
Sonata ran up to her room, immediantly, and started to pack. She stuffed her bag full of as much clothes, and other random stuff that she thought she would need. But she knew when she and Wiccan go to this place. Everything would be fine. At least… She hoped so.
Wiccan and Sonata where ready to go later that week. Wiccan-who for the past 3 years(since her father kidnapped her the last time-had been learning magick, and used some of the power to create a portal around herself and Sonata. Though Wiccan had very little magick, she found if she focused hard she could actually complete some very big stuff… They landed in the middle of a bunch of woods, and Wiccan collapsed to the ground-sure she could complete it, but it either nearly killed her or made her really weak.
Sonata grinned at Wiccan. You’re pushing yourself again. She warned Wiccan. Wiccan nodded, and let Sonata help her back to her feet. Then the too started to head forwards, in some random direction actually, threw the forest. Sonata nor Wiccan didn’t really know where they here going, but anything would be better then going back to a place where her father could easily catch up.
If only Wiccan knew. If only she knew the truth about the land she had sent herself and Sonata too. If only she knew how close it really was to her old lands. Maybe then she could avoid all trouble. But Wiccan was prone to trouble.
She and Sonata traveled threw the forest, making their way in silence, towards what ever place they where heading. Both girls refrained from killing too much, and when they did kill… For the first time, Sonata and Wiccan ONLY killed for food. And as odd as it felt for the two. The got used to it, keeping cool for a while till they learned just where they were.
They accidentally stumbled upon a small town, and a castle, and learned that just where they were. Insulam de Creaturea…. nuts.[/b] Wiccan cussed when she heard this. She turned to Sonata, We are only one kingdom over from my fathers![/b]
Sonata’s eyes snapped open, Don’t worry Wiccan. We’ll figure this out. I know we will. Everything will be okay. Let’s just not do anything stupid… Okay? Sonata suggested. Translation… It was simple actually. ‘Don’t do anything stupid that could lead your father to us.
Wiccan nodded, Let’s go find a place to stay.[/b] Wiccan suggested. And like that, they found themselves a new life. Question was now. How long would this one last?
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- ;Name; Wiccan Rede Antonia Delarose
- ;Nickname; Wiccan Rede, Wiccan, Wicca, Reeds(if you are feeling gutsy)
- ;Age; 20 years old
- ;Gender; Female
- ;Species; Death Deliver (Don't ask if you don't really want to know)
- ;Sexuality; Straight--- Right Tomb?
- ;Birthdate; October; Friday 13
Can you see past my charade
- ;Hair; My hair is long and black, hanging to my waist, except for a streak of purple on either side of my face. My hair is sleek, and straight, and silky smooth.
- ;Eyes; My eyes are silvery blue, which are oddly beautiful on me...
- ;Skin; My skin is very pale, almost white.
- ;Body Type; I am tall, and thin, weighing 121lbs, and standing at 5'7''. I am not overly curvy, but I can be proud of my body.
- ;Tattoos; None, as of yet. But who knows... I might get a certain tattoo for a certian thing...
- ;Piercings; I have a lip ring, and a stud in my nose, as well as my ears pierced (3 times each ear)
- ;Apparel; My clothes are a mix between emo/goth/and outcast
- ;Accessories; I have a crystal on a necklace that I wear all the time.
- ;Overall; I have been told that I have a dark scary look to me. My hair is long and black, but usually worn in many different styles. The hair around my face is dyed a dark purple. My hair goes down to my waist, about.
My skin is really white, almost pale like, and my form is tallish, at about 5'7'' and I weigh around 121lbs. I have the curves many would die for, but do to my outcast/goth/emo exterior others tend to avoid me.
I have silvery blue eyes and full lips. My make up is usually quite dark, using to much eyeliner, black ofcourse, and my lips are usually painted black. My nails always have a layer of black nailpolish on them. I have a lip rink piercing my lip, a stud in my nose, and I have three piercings in each of my ears.
My clothing style is unique, and I love ripped fishnets. I can be seen in cut off shirts, and ripped fishnet, as well as gloves with open fingers, skirts, jeans, chains... You name it, and if it is either in the goth or emo category for clothing... for girls of course, I will probably where it.
My accesories are rather random, but I do where a crystal around my neck at all times. I'd rather not part with it, really...
I'm no devil, but I sure ain't an angel either
- ;Likes;
` Darkness
` Eerieness
` Caves
` Rain
` The color Black
` The color Purple
` The taste of blood
` Watching her victims fight
` Dancing in the Rain
` Stars - ;Dislikes;
` The sun
` Daylight
` Good girls
` Morals
` Cops
` The color Pink
` Seeing others make fun of her
` Accidently letting a victim go
` Not being respected
` Having to deal with others - ;Good Points;
` Is loyal
` Trust worthy
` Not afriad of anything ~almost
` Will have your back no matter what
` Will risk herself to help someone - ;Bad Points;
` Has bloodlust
` Has a problem of stealing what ever she wants
` She isn't exactly a 'good citizen'
` Has a problem of 'being in the wrong place at the wrong time'
` She has been in a gang or two... at least - ;Fears;
` To one day be caught and put to death
` To never find someone who understands Sonata and her
` To have to remain running place to place - ;Goals;
` Wants to fit in somewhere
` Wants everyone to know her name, and cower in fear - ;Dreams;
` To find away to kill her father - ;Hobbies;
` Sitting alone in the dark
` Playing with her knives
` Practicing killing
` Killing
` Writing poems
` Writing Songs
` taking walks - ;Overall Personality; Baby, You don't want to know, but since you asked.
My moods vary uncontrollably, and I have a very short temper. It takes a lot to get me down, and make me stay down. I am a proud killer, and love to watch my victims as they shout for mercy as I tear them apart, while they are still alive. I feel no regret, or remorse for my killings. I am dark, and often referred to as not even human. Which... I'm not. I love the feel of blood on my hands, and have been told to be mental. I don't care about any other soul, other then Sonata, at this point.
The one good side I have, is my instinctive desire to protect and care for Sonata. She has been by my side, and is practically my little sister. We go threw everything together. I don't care about others, except her. If you harm her, you have sighned your own death certificate.
I am loyal when I do make packs with others, but I have a nasty temper when I am double crossed. I am not one to be taken lightly, and If I say run, you better say how far. If I say jump, you better say how high. i answer to no one but myself.
I am independent, not needing anyone, and Sonata and I can handle anything on our own, how ever a side of me does wonder what it would feel like to have someone who cared for me, not as a sister, but... well... that won't happen. I''m to dark for someone to fall in love with...
The Past is never left in the past
- ;Grade in School; Graduated -never really went to school- Put will pretend like she is a senior...
- ;Family
- ;Father; some bastard I will not name
- ;Mother; I killed her Voodoo was my only true mother-and my father killed Voodoo-
- ;Siblings; I count Sonata as my only family member
- ;Room Mates; Sonata, and I think Tomb and Rai live with us too?
- ;Father; some bastard I will not name
- ;Pets; None
- ;Home; Really, it depends...
- ;History; Wiccan’s life is far from perfect. But it used to be much worse. Wiccan was born on a very stormy night, around midnight, on no other day then Friday the thirteenth. The black haired, amethyst-eyed girl was born to the King and Queen of Soldotna. The King and Queen both had silvery blonde hair, and blue eyes, as did Wiccan’s older siblings, and everyone of her younger siblings. It was soon known through out the land, that Wiccan was a witch, some even suggested worst. The Queen despised her, and the King wanted nothing to do with her, so he abused her in secret. Wiccan often ran away, but was always brought back. It was these harsh younger years that turned Wiccan into what she is now, a vicious killer.
Wiccan often had to hide multiple bruises and cuts on her body because of her father’s attacks. But he never culled her. He came close, quite often, but never actually killed her. One night, she got tired of it all, and took off. She was a little 4-year-old girl, and knew she couldn’t get far, but she had to try. She was terrified, and as she ran blind threw the dark forest around her, she could hear dogs howling behind her, as they tracked her. She didn’t get very far, but all the determination she put into keeping the monsters at bay, allowed her to go farther then most would have thought.
When she was dragged back to the castle, her father hit her hard, causing her to fall to the ground, before throwing her into her black room, and slamming the door shut, and locking it. Wiccan sat on her bed, glaring at the door as if it was the reason she now had a bruise developing on her arm, and why her head hurt, and not her father. She threw herself back onto the bed, letting the black and magenta silk fold around her, capturing her in its hold. That night was the night she finally decided to fight back.
She got up early the next day, and began to train in secret, learning the ways of martial arts, and sword fighting. She learned to throw daggers with deadly precision, and can shoot arrows; blind folded, and hit the target. But even as she mastered each one of these deadly ways of fighting, she could never defend herself against her father. And when he learned of his dark daughter’s secret training… It was not a pretty site. Wiccan was tortured, literally that night. She was 9 years old, and sat still as her father hit, punched, and sliced her with his hand dagger. She kept her mind closed, having learned long ago how to close out the pain.
Her father shouted at her, and suddenly threw her against a wall of daggers that he had put up in the dungeon, and for the first time, in 5 years, Wiccan cried out in pain, as the daggers pierced her back, legs, and arms, though they didn’t enter very deep. Her father smirked, before throwing her to the ground, and she landed hard, her hands, and knees bleeding from falling down on them so hard. She looked up at her father, as he kicked her, causing her to collapse. He leered over her, saying in the coldest voice she could ever remember, Who did you like that one, little wench? She looked up at him, with cold eyes, but the King could see the fear in his daughter’s orbs, and smirked, turning away from her.
Take her back to her chambers. And Lock her in. Her father commanded, as two guards grasped her tightly by the arms, causing her to wince. No food, water, anything… Three days. Shows her not to try anything as stupid as learning something behind my back. Then he climbed the stairs out of the dungeon.
The guards leered at the unwanted princess, and dragged her up the stairs, and then threw her roughly into her room, locking the door behind them. She picked herself up, and crossed the room to the window, looking out it with wide, and hateful eyes. For the first time in her history she felt the words creep to her tongue, d**n them… I’m going to kill them all! Just wait and see!
She readied herself for the impact, and managed to roll out of it, and end with only bruising, cuts, and a twisted ankle, rather then broken bones. She picked herself up, looked back to the castle, and ran-limped to the wall surrounding her prison, as fast as she could. She pushed at a brick in the wall, she had discovered long ago, and squeezed threw the small whole. Her slim, malnourished figure fit threw surprisingly well.
She quickly followed the dirt road, knowing she had three days, at most, till they learned the ‘dark princess’ was missing. As she traveled up the road, shivering in her tattered dress, she tried to figure out where she could go. It was during these thoughts that the lady found her. The old lady that had wrapped a wool coat around her bruised shoulders, and delicately lifted her into the wagon.
The Lady looked at her, Who are you dearie? You look cold, and worn to the bone. I’m Voodoo, and that little girl. The lady pointed to a small child, about five, who sat in the back, and looked just like Voodoo, Is my daughter Midnight Sonata. Wiccan nodded to the both of them, liking their gold eyes and black hair, and goth appearances. I am Wiccan Rede.[/b] She stated. It was the name Wiccan had given herself because her parents didn’t find it important enough to give her one. They merely called her ‘the Dark One’-her mother-or ‘Wench’-her father-or ‘the Dark Princess’-the kingdom.
Voodoo smiled at her name, Well, Wiccan. Let’s take you to my house for the night, see if we can get you warmed up, and fix that ankle of yours, then you can decide if you want to stay or not.
Wiccan nodded, finding an odd sense of trust, and kinship in these people. She let them take her to their house, and for the first time, felt like she fit in somewhere. But as all good things end in her life that ended as well.
It wasn’t long before the king found her. She had made a tight friend ship with Sonata, regardless of the 4 year age difference. But after a month of her staying there, the king found her. He killed Voodoo, when she refused to give Wiccan up, and Wiccan was shot in the arm, when she stood in front of Sonata when her blonde father aimed at her. In the end, the King commanded that the guards take Sonata and Wiccan back to the palace, lock Wiccan in the dungeon where he would deal with her, and Sonata would be locked in Wiccan’s room.
Wiccan was strapped to a table, and forced to wait for her father to come, and tell her what he was going to do to punish her for running away from the castle. Her father came in, and glared at her. You have been a dumb little wench. Her father shouted, as he slapped her hard, leaving an imprint of his hand on her white, clear skin. She bit her lip, and kept from crying out. He grabbed a knife, and sliced into her arm, and Wiccan bit down harder, causing her lip to start bleeding. She felt the metallic taste in her mouth, but said nothing.
Her father spent almost all night torturing his daughter in the dark rooms. When she was finally thrown into her room, Sonata ran to her friend, and cried in alarm as she saw Wiccan. Sonata cried, and cradled a passed out Wiccan in her arms. She suddenly heard a peck on the window, and gasped at the bright phoenix that gently floated there, it’s eyes on Wiccan. She lay Wiccan on the ground, and ran to the window, opening it.
The phoenix entered and flew to the almost dead Wiccan Rede on the ground, and stared at her. Small pinpricks of tears could be seen from it’s eyes, and they fell into Wiccan’s open mouth, her wounds began to heal, and her breathing became easier. But as they healed her body, some part of the DNA of a phoenix, caught into her blood stream allowing her tears to have the same effect. Almost.
Wiccan woke about 30 minutes later, slowly rising up. What happened to me?[/b] She asked softly. Sonata ran to the older girl, hugging her tightly, Oh my goddess Widan! You scawed me so much! I dought dat you would die! Sonata cried. The phoenix had left as soon as it had done its job, and now Wiccan stared at a single phoenix feather, resting on the floor next to her. She reached out, and carefully picked up, then hugged it to her chest. I… I almost… died.[/b] She mumbled, finally catching on to what happened. The little girl nodded in mute fear, and happiness for the older girl.
Wiccan gently hugged Sonata back. We need to get away, Sonata.[/b] She whispered as she stroked the little girl’s hair. Sonata looked at her, But, Sissy… Where are we going to go? She asked. Sonata had taken to calling Wiccan ‘Sissy’ after she had been staying with Sonata and Voodoo for a little less then 2 weeks.
Wiccan brushed back a strand of Sonata’s hair. I’m not sure. But your Big Sister, will make everything all right. I promise I will.[/b] She told Sonata. And indeed, the two had become like sisters. The question was now. What would happen to the sisters?
That night, Wiccan had grabbed Sonata’s hand, and Sonata called for the phoenix to come back, and then begged for it to lend them a hand on getting down from the tower. The phoenix latched onto their arms, and slowly flew them to the ground. When Sonata and Wiccan’s feet hit the hard ground, the two began to run, But Wiccan led Sonata away from the gate. No… Wiccan was heading towards the armor room. She was heading out for good. She smiled reassuringly at Sonata, as she put on some special made armor, that a weapon’s maker had made for her, when he saw her fighting. The female warrior fit the 9 year old perfectly, and she latched 10 throwing daggers around her waist, and another two to her thigh. She placed her twin swords-given by a trainer-to her back, as well as her bow and arrows-also a present. She then grabbed Sonata’s hand, and led the little girl to the stables. Can you ride?[/b] She whispered to Sonata. Sonata nodded, having been riding since she was 3ish. Wiccan gave her a mild tempered Friesian, and mounted her own creature. The two took of towards the gates, and galloped past, unseen by the sleeping guards. Stay quiet, till I tell you, okay?[/b] Wiccan asked Sonata. Sonata nodded, and kept silent as best as she could.
As they galloped, a girl suddenly stepped in their way. I’m not letting you run away, Wiccan! Father won’t like that.[/color][/b] Wiccan smirked, jumped down from her now stopped steed, passing the reins, before hand, to Sonata. She walked forward to meet her ivory haired, blue eyes sister. She pulled her bow from her back, and strung the arrow. You wanna bet?[/b] She shouted.
Her sister, Rhea, looked unfazed, You don’t really know how to use that. She said, like she knew everything. Wiccan smirked. Wrong answer.[/b] She let drew back, then realized. Her sister’s eyes showed alarm right before the arrow struck her heart, and sped right threw it, and out her back, passing clean threw her. She smirked, remounted the horse, and galloped off, Sonata close behind her.
Widan? Sissy? Sonata asked after a few hours of riding. Wiccan looked at Sonata. Yes?[/b] She asked the little girl. Can you teach me to shoot wike dat? the little girl asked, grinning at Wiccan. Wiccan smiled and nodded, Sure, I’ll teach you all my tricks.[/b] She promised her. Sonata smiled to herself, and the two continued to travel in silence.
After traveling long and hard for a few months, trouble hit the two. They had been sleeping, Wiccan-as always-was strapped, but before she could wake up, a cloth covered her mouth, and Wiccan was drugged, unconscious, and unable to warn Sonata. The two unconscious girls were loaded into a black van, and driven to lab, where they were to be experimented on.
The first thing they did to Wiccan was add bird DNA into her blood streams. Her blood seemed to accept it, and before long, wings where growing from her back, large and black, and about 5 feet wide. Her bones in her back, reconstructed themselves so that they would fit, and her bones slowly grew hollow. Air sacks bloomed inside her, and her hearing and sight increased.
The scientists had made her into a freak. They then had their fun on little Sonata, adding wolf DNA into her. Sonata’s insides did nothing, but when she would wake up, they would discover what had happened to her.
Wiccan woke first, stretching as well as she could in the dog crate they had thrown her in. As she stretched, she noticed something on her back stretching as well. She turned her head, and screamed as she looked at the large black wings. The now 10 year old, for her birthday had been the day they had operated, and added the Bird DNA to her, accidentally woke Sonata with her screaming. The little girl looked at her, and gasped, Widan! You have wings! Sonata shouted, and in her alarm, the little girl accidentally found herself transforming into a small wolf pup. She whined, fearful, as she looked around in her miniature form.
So… that is what the wolf DNA did to the little one… Interesting. A voice sneered from the shadows. Slowly a figure came out, and grinned at the two girls. Hope you both don’t mind what we did? He snickered.
He walked towards Wiccan’s cage, opened it, and pulled her out, Come along… Time for tests. And it soon was like this everyday. Wiccan and Sonata would wake up. Wiccan would be dragged to a testing room-which she thought was really a torture room-then it was Sonata’s turn, breakfast, group testing, lunch, more testing, practice flight-wolf time, dinner, last tests of the day, and then bed. Wiccan hated it.
One night, She woke in the middle of the night, and had a plan. She and Sonata were done with this. She decided it was time to show these scientists what they had captured… TO show them, she as more then a bird-human… To show them that she was also part pusher shifter. She pushed into the minds of the nearest being, wincing as she did so, and forced them to go get her weapons and armor that she had come with, and then release her and Sonata. Wiccan was now 11 years old, Sonata was 7, and the armor didn’t fit as well, but all the daggers, arrows, and twin swords did. She quickly carried Sonata towards the exit, flapped her black wings, and took to the air.
Wiccan didn’t know where she was going, but when she landed in an alley, she lay Sonata down, and decided it as time to sleep. She woke up to a lot of pain on her neck, and a vampire leaning over her. She screamed and hit him. The Vampire shouted in surprise and ran away. But a little bit of venom was left in her blood stream. And Wiccan soon found that… the only thing it caused, was have her be able to drink blood when she wished too.
She quickly grabbed a sleeping Sonata in her arms, and took to the sky again, spreading her midnight wings wide, and allowing herself to fly threw the air. She sliced threw oxygen with each up and downward beat with her powerful wings… Eyes scanned anything and everything, but hunger was beginning to wear her down. And as she looked at the ground, she saw a sleeping woman on a bench. Suddenly Wiccan felt a flare in her throat when she smelt the woman’s blood. She flew to the ground, set Sonata up against a tree, and walked to the woman. She lowered her head, and deliberately drank the woman’s blood, till she was dead, and dry. Then Wiccan noticed something odd. Her cunning, and wisdom was suddenly increased, and she cursed as she realized she just drank the blood of a Were-dragon. Another thing to make the girl different.
She sighed, and was about to walk towards Sonata, when she felt a hand grab her, and smack her hard. You killed her! You killed my girlfriend! A man yelled at Wiccan. Wiccan seemed unfazed, as she watched the man. The man suddenly bit her, and Wiccan felt another set of DNA course threw her body… And watched as the man wince, shift into a wolf and run off…
Great a shape shifter, wolf.[/b] Wiccan breathed, as she ran back to Sonata. She picked up the girl, energized by the blood she had drunk, she traveled as far as she could. She traveled, Sonata in her arms, stopping every few days to eat and sleep, then taking to the skies again. She was keeping herself traveling as long as possible.
She and Sonata lived this way for 4 years. Wiccan was soon 15, and Sonata was 11. They had stopped in Paris when Wiccan felt herself grabbed from behind, and pulled into a warehouse. A teen, about 17 leered at her, Hello Beautiful. He said coldly, as he reached out, and stroked her long black hair, which was down to her mid back now. You are totally hot, so I think I am going to enjoy myself. Before Wiccan could catch up, the boy kissed her hard, and forced her to the ground. He raped her, and smirked, as he got up. Thanks for that. he said, before running away. Wiccan curled up in a ball, crying.
Sonata found her like this later, and quickly hurried to her. It’s okay Wiccan. Don’t cry! Sonata said, as she redressed Wiccan, and led her outside. Wiccan nodded, and held out her arms, for Sonata. Sonata nodded, and let Wiccan pick her up. Wiccan-still sore from all that had just happened-forced the pain, fear, and anger from her mind and took to the skies.
Wiccan traveled in silence, Sonata watching her carefully, for a few hours, before stopping. Hunger was taking over. She sighed, and said, I need to go get something to eat.[/b] Sonata nodded, then said, You shouldn’t worry, Wiccan. Nothing will happen. I would have heard it by now. Wiccan smiled, finding relief in the fact that if she were pregnant, Sonata would know and warn her. And since she said she heard nothing… She was okay.
Wiccan ran threw the dark, and soon found an old drunk sitting by the tree. Wiccan stalked forward, and took all her anger on this man. Forgetting her hunger. She sighed, and looked the mutilated corpse. I might not be angry anymore, But I’m still hungry.[/b] She cursed herself. She turned around, and searched fro something else to eat. She soon found a woman and man walking alone together. Wiccan smiled to herself. Dinner and Dessert. She ran forward, breaking the man’s neck, and knocking out the women. The man was instantly dead, and she happily drank him dry.
Then it was time for dessert, she looked at the woman on the ground, and saw blonde hair from beneath her hood. Instantly anger towards her family reared up, and the fifteen year old grabbed a dagger from her belt and threw it into her heart. She grinned as she looked at the dagger buried into the women. She took it out, and wiped it on the man’s shirt.
She sheathed the dagger, and took to the air. She flew back to Sonata, and smiled when she saw the girl sleeping. She touched her softly, and watched as Sonata jumped awake. Gosh Wiccan! You scared me! She said, before looking up at her older sister. Time to go, Sonata.[/b] She said softly. Sonata nodded and looked at Wiccan, as Wiccan picked her up, and flew randomly. She sighed to herself, and then smiled at Wiccan, feel better? Wiccan nodded. yes, but we are heading back to the kingdom, and taking care of the rest of my family.[/b]
Since Wiccan was unable to kill her rapier, she would defiantly kill her parents. And the rest of her family of course!
She traveled for a few months and when she finally arrived, she had finally turned 16, and Sonata was nearing her 12 birthday. She looked at the castle, and smirked, before walking forward. She entered the castle wall, stormed up to the door, and knocked loudly. When the door opened, she smirked at the frightened look her mother gave her. Over the years Wiccan had reequipped her self, and gotten new gothic apparel. She smirked, Hello Mother.[/b] Her mother didn’t even get a chance to scream before a dagger silence her.
Wiccan pulled it out of her mother’s corpse, wiped it on her mother’s dress, and started to enter the castle. She shouted as loud as she could, Father! Come now! We have a score to settle.[/b] A bunch of her siblings appeared first, and she shot them each with an arrow. And by the time all her sibling’s where dead, her father appeared.
YOU!... WENCH!!!!! Her father shouted, as he lunged at her. But this time, Wiccan was ready and waiting for him. She grabbed a blade from behind her back, and slashed at him, causing him to jump back. But before she could land any hits, she felt hands on her back, and turned around to see a guard glaring at her. Looking past him, she saw another one trying to hold back Sonata. Sonata! Shift![/b] She shouted! She shifted into her wolf form, for the first time, and followed behind Sonata.
Wiccan grimaced as she ran. She… she… couldn’t believe it. She had tried as hard as she could, but was unable to kill her own father. By now, anger had taken on most of Wiccan, and she soon found herself flying to America.
There, in America, she and Sonata finally made a name for themselves. They were tired of all the torture they had gone threw. This time.. This time, it was their turn to be in charge.
Wiccan smirked as she looked at a mother holding her daughter tight. Their blonde hair and blue eyes made Wiccan snarl. Please… the little girl begged. Wiccan laughed, and slashed at the girl’s face, her long sharp fingernails slashing into her soft skin. Wiccan was 17 now, and had killed many since her family. She sneered at the little girl who was now crying and holding her cheek. When have I ever listened to begging?[/b] Wiccan snarled, before grabbing a dagger, and slitting the mother’s throat. She sneered at the little girl who was now crying and screaming. She grabbed a knife, and slid it into the girl’s heart, watching as the girl gave one more startled breath before she fell against her mother dead. Wiccan smiled, and carved a WR into their skin, followed by a MS. With their bodies marked, Sonata and Wiccan turned and headed else where. Wiccan stopped by a hair salon and suddenly smirked. What do you think, Sonata? Do we deserve a treat?[/b] The thirteen year old smirked, Yes please! She said, and ran in. One of the ladies smiled at the two, her piercing and black hair glimmered under the lights, Hey? Want a touch up on that black hair, or what? Wiccan smirked, Our hair is naturally. But I want the hair around my face died deep purple.[/b] She said, Sonata added a quick, And I want a few streaks of lime green! She added quickly.
Four hours later, Wiccan walked out, her now waist length black hair had purple bangs around her face, and Sonata’s hair was cropped short in a diagonal partner, getting longer on one side, with random streaks of lime green in it. Wiccan smirked, her eyes bright, and looked at her reflection in a window. Her purple bangs matched her purple eyes perfectly, and Sonata looked adorable, her yellow/green eyes set of her lime green highlights.
Sonata smiled at Wiccan, We look so hot! Wiccan laughed, and ruffled her ‘sister’s’ hair. Let’s go girly.[/b] She said, earning a glare from Sonata at the nickname. What ever you say… sissy. Sonata shot back, causing Wiccan to laugh again. Sonata walked to the car, she and Wiccan now owned-who said killing couldn’t be a paying job?
Wiccan pulled the car into drive, and sped of to the old mansion she had bought for herself and Sonata to live in. She looked over at Sonata who was glancing out the window, Is something wrong, Sonata?[/b] She asked.
Sonata turned to Wiccan, Wic, I’m curious. Do you ever regret not killing your father? Wiccan shrugged, but a fearful look crossed her face at the mere mention of her father. It was still very much a touchy subject for her, and it confused her to no end, when it came to what she should do about him. He was practically a god… Untouchable.
Wiccan looked over at Sonata, Actually, Son. I don’t know what to do about him. He… he is almost too much for me to handle.[/b] Wiccan for once, spoke her words in a whisper, her voice leaking in a bit of fear in her words. Yes, Wiccan was afraid of her father, but this fear helped feed her hatred for him as well, and if she felt hatred towards him, then more reason to kill him.
Sonata looked at Wiccan, Don’t worry, Wiccan. We’ll get threw this. One way or another. Wiccan nodded, and parked the car, before she and Sonata headed to bed. Wiccan closed her eyes, and for the first time in months, she went back to her past in her dreams. She watched as her father beat her, and tortured her in the dungeons, laughing as he penetrated her soft skin with daggers, and blades. Remembering when he thought it was funny to lock his 2-year-old daughter in a coffin for three days. Wiccan’s past wasn’t a bright one. But what could she really do, but listen and relive those memories.
She knew… if she didn’t kill her father, there might be more memories to come. And it was with those thoughts that Wiccan fell asleep. As Wiccan slept, however, someone snuck into her room, and glared at her. Putting a rag over her mouth, to keep her asleep, they lifted her up, and stuffed her in a bag, and ran out of the room with Wiccan Rede. Soon the bag containing a now awake, and very pissed of Wiccan was sitting in a room that Wiccan would prefer to avoid for the rest of her life.
The bag was opened, and a hand reached in, twisting around her hair, and pulling her up. As most girls in this situation would do, Wiccan screamed, and twisted, but found herself helpless in this sort of situation. As she was lifted, she soon met her father’s cold blue eyes. You filthy pregnant dog. This time I’m going to kill you! Do you hear me? I am going to kill you! You murdered your MOTHER! YOUR SISTERS AND BROTHERS! YOU TRIED TO KILL ME! YOUR FATHER! YOU KILLED YOUR FAMILY!
Wiccan sneered at him, Don’t worry. Sonata is alive. I didn’t kill anyone in my family![/b] Wiccan said. Her father let out a shout of pure anger, and threw her against a wall, and Wiccan heard a sickening thud as her head hit the brick. She fell to the ground, and then delicately reached up to touch the back of her head, where it had hit the wall. As she pulled her fingers away, she saw blood on her fingers. She looked up at her father, and saw him steadily approaching, fury and bloodlust in his orbs. Wiccan gulped and looked around, searching for a way out. Seeing none, she cried out, as her father grabbed her by the throat, and threw her into a barrel of swords. She felt the edges scraping and digging into her skin, but forced herself up, and grabbed on of the swords. But her father quickly kicked it out of her hands.
Wiccan for once was afraid, fury had made her father stronger, and bloodlust had made his faster. She didn’t know how she was going to win this one. She looked at the man she feared more then anyone else in the world. You’re going to kill me…[/b] It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be. Her father laughed, and threw her into a very familiar coffin, and locked it. Let’s see how long the little witch can go with out food and water. Wiccan for once had her eyes wide open as she pounded on the Coffin her father had once again locked her in.
After a while, she found her project of hitting the inside of the lid useless, and leaned back… Only to jump forward, screaming in pain. Her father laughed from the outside, Yes, I modified the little coffin. Interesting isn’t it? Either the hunger will kill you, or the spikes will. Wiccan pressed herself as close to the lid as possible, and turned her head to look at what her father had laced the bed of the coffin with. She stared in horror at the row after row of sharp silver spikes… This could not be going well.
By the second day in the coffin, Wiccan was feeling really weak, and had many puncture holes in her back from where she would grow tired, and lean back. By the third day she was having hallucinations. By the fourth day, she could lean against the spikes carefully, so they only dug in about a few centimeters, and not feel in pain. And by the fifth day, she was praying to whatever god there was, to just end this for her. And on the sixth day, Wiccan gave up. As she fell backwards, into the spikes, from exhaustion, and hunger, the door opened and Sonata caught her. And pulled her out. Wiccan! Sonata said in surprise as she stared at her friend. How could this have happened? Sonata quickly grabbed her backpack that she had brought, and took a pack of some red liquid from it. She used the tip of a dagger to slice a small slit in it, then put it to Wiccan’s lips.
When Wiccan felt the crimson elixir of life hit her lips, her eyes snapped open, and she grabbed the pack, tightening her grip on it, and sucking at the liquid inside. She threw it aside when empty, and grabbed another, biting it with her teeth and downing it. She finished three more packs before she was finally feeling a little more like herself. Come on Wiccan, we need to get out. Neither of us are in the best condition to fight your father. Especially not you. What did he do to you? Sonata stated. Wiccan pointed to the coffin, which was open, and showed silver spikes glistening with red blood.
Sonata gasped, raising a hand to her face. Let’s go… Now. Wiccan nodded, then grabbed another pack and downed it. Let’s fly.[/b] Wiccan said, grabbing Sonata, and flying up the stairs, out the doors and into the sky. She’d come back, eventually… She hoped… and finally kill the son of a pregnant dog she called a father… No… he wasn’t her father. Not anymore. Her only family was Sonata… her sister.
The next two years passed quickly, and Wiccan found herself finally relaxing around strangers again, but her killing had gone up another level in viciousness. She was nearing her 20th birthday now, and soon even Sonata would be 16. The two had matured a lot, having gone threw so much at such a young age already. But now, the two wondered where life would be taking them
Wiccan turned 20, and about 4 weeks after her, Sonata’s birthday came around, and she turned 16. Some sweet sixteen. No one turned up. Sonata complained. Wiccan laughed, and gently nudged her, Sona! If you didn’t kill all your friends, they would show up. Plus, I haven’t given you my present.[/b] Sonata brightened at these words. Her eyes wide as she stared up at Wiccan, What? What is it? Wiccan smiled, I found a place for us to reek new havoc. A place… my father shouldn’t be able to follow us to.[/b]
Sonata stared at Wiccan in surprise, it was odd for the older girl to bring up her father, but then Sonata smiled, When do we leave? She asked. Wiccan smiled, In a week.[/b] She replied.
Sonata ran up to her room, immediantly, and started to pack. She stuffed her bag full of as much clothes, and other random stuff that she thought she would need. But she knew when she and Wiccan go to this place. Everything would be fine. At least… She hoped so.
Wiccan and Sonata where ready to go later that week. Wiccan-who for the past 3 years(since her father kidnapped her the last time-had been learning magick, and used some of the power to create a portal around herself and Sonata. Though Wiccan had very little magick, she found if she focused hard she could actually complete some very big stuff… They landed in the middle of a bunch of woods, and Wiccan collapsed to the ground-sure she could complete it, but it either nearly killed her or made her really weak.
Sonata grinned at Wiccan. You’re pushing yourself again. She warned Wiccan. Wiccan nodded, and let Sonata help her back to her feet. Then the too started to head forwards, in some random direction actually, threw the forest. Sonata nor Wiccan didn’t really know where they here going, but anything would be better then going back to a place where her father could easily catch up.
If only Wiccan knew. If only she knew the truth about the land she had sent herself and Sonata too. If only she knew how close it really was to her old lands. Maybe then she could avoid all trouble. But Wiccan was prone to trouble.
She and Sonata traveled threw the forest, making their way in silence, towards what ever place they where heading. Both girls refrained from killing too much, and when they did kill… For the first time, Sonata and Wiccan ONLY killed for food. And as odd as it felt for the two. The got used to it, keeping cool for a while till they learned just where they were.
They accidentally stumbled upon a small town, and a castle, and learned that just where they were. Insulam de Creaturea…. nuts.[/b] Wiccan cussed when she heard this. She turned to Sonata, We are only one kingdom over from my fathers![/b]
Sonata’s eyes snapped open, Don’t worry Wiccan. We’ll figure this out. I know we will. Everything will be okay. Let’s just not do anything stupid… Okay? Sonata suggested. Translation… It was simple actually. ‘Don’t do anything stupid that could lead your father to us.
Wiccan nodded, Let’s go find a place to stay.[/b] Wiccan suggested. And like that, they found themselves a new life. Question was now. How long would this one last?
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Why would you want know more
- ;Powers; Meet me, get used to me, and then learn
- ;Anything Else; Not really, just don't come near me or my family... And you won't get hurt... much
Behind The Keyboard
- ;Alias; Dyzz
- ;Age; 15-soon to be sixteen-
- ;Rping Experience; 4-5 maybe 6 years now...
- ;Where did you find us; I own this site
- ;Other Characters you play; Just Wiccan right now, will make Sonata later
- ;Anything else; Nope!
- ;Roleplay Sample; I don't need this...