The Fatal Five

[rennix velire]

Fic may contain semi-graphic violence, cussing and sexual/dark content.
Reader discretion is advised.
Read it normally, then read the purple for foreshadowing/hidden message

~Mistress Skizzer~
June 20th, 2008


I wish I could say I was hurt as a child. I wish I had something tragic to say about my past that would become an excuse for everything I've done. But there was nothing special about my childhood. Nothing ever separated me from the other school kids but myself. My parents couldn't have possibly cared less about me, and Because I was young, and had no friends to compare myself to, I figured It was normal. That every little girl was forced to cook her own meals while her father lay passed out on the couch, barely breathing. I was an accident. Nobody wanted to clean up the messes I left behind. So I became the one that made sure my dad stayed alive. I bought and cooked meals, I tidied the house every Tuesday, I healed wounds from drunken fights. This story of my upbringing is irrelevant to what I'm about to tell you. It's what came after, college, that destroyed everything.



"You know, Ophelia, I never saw you as the type to sneak out this late to see me," he had said, as we walked side by side down the sidewalk, hands held together. There was a modest blush on my pale face, half hidden behind platinum blonde hair, which I tucked away with my free hand.
"I guess you don't know me as well as you thought you did." I tilted my head up to look my boyfriend in the eyes, a smirk pulling at my lips.
He stopped moving, and I did so as well as he turned fully towards me, taking both my hands in his now. I forced myself to maintain eye contact, watching him carefully as he looked down at me. "Got a bit of bad girl in you, huh?"
"Maybe." Mystery clouded the words that had barely left my lips before I was kissed, so softly it made my insides tingle. My face flushed, and I smiled at the floor. So much for eye contact. Before I cold gather my wits, he released my right hand, pulling open the passenger door of his car for me. I climbed in, and was just about to do up my seatbelt when he piled in beside me.
"So, where are we going toni-" I was cut off as he leaned across and cupped my face, kissing me. I kissed him back, smiling through it at first. But soon his mood went from gentle to hungry, and I wasn't sure whether to ignore it or not. I loved kissing him, but I wasn't sure if it was just a moment or if his intentions weren't the greatest.
He didn't give me long to ponder over this, taking my submitting as some sort of sign. The moment he grabbed me places he shouldn't have, I tugged away from his grasp, looking at him, shocked. "Don't you think that's a little... fast?"



The closest thing to an answer I got was his growl as he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me against him, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I squeaked, awkwardly trying to get away, but he was too strong. When he paused to throw me through the gap between the seats, I hit the back seat and knew right away what he was trying to do. I screamed for help, but it was worthless. He dived in after me, grunting in disapproval of my trying to call out for help. He clamped his hand over my mouth, harshly whispering the words in my ear I knew I would never forget: "Silence. Be quiet, don't struggle. Who knows... you might even enjoy yourself."
Shivers ran down my spine, and I stared at him, emerald eyes huge in fear. Why was he doing this to me? He moved his hands to grab at me some more, and I got the chance to scream once more. The next few minutes passed in a similar fashion. I squirmed away from him as if my life depended on it. And just as everything seemed hopeless, as he had me backed against the car door, there was a huge, shattering sound.
I couldn't see what was going on, his thick body in my way. His head whipped around, and he made a sound of his own, this one of annoyance, anger and surprise, all rolled into one. The sound went off again, this time much closer. In fact, it was right by me, just above - "My head!" I yelped, grabbing at my hair as hundred of glass shards attacked my skull. Several got into my skin, staining the top of my flawless scalp a bright, sticky red, the colour of my lipstick. I rolled off the seat, awkwardly fitting into the space between seats, a way of taking cover. My hands were over my face, but the gap between my shaking fingers was large enough to see a dagger fall to the ground by my feet, obviously what had caused the windows to break.
I shut my eyes tight, feeling tears dampen my palms as I heard everything. A large thump, someone getting the crap beat out of them. By the whimpers, the coughing and choking that rang in my ears, I knew it was my man that was getting beaten. At last, there was silence. Slowly, I pulled my hands away from my face to see a girl a couple years younger than me crouching beside a motionless body.

She held her hand out, offering to help me up. I steadily sat by myself, sliding my hand down my white dress. I reached for the dagger and picked it up, pointing it at the girl as I studied her out loud. "Red hair, green and blue eyes, pale, freckles, covered in blood, wearing all black with what appears to be blood splattered. Tell me, why should I trust you? Why should I not kill you right here, right now? And what in the h*** did you do to my boyfriend?"
The woman raised her hands, face pleading innocence. She looked at the weapon in my posession and smiled ominously, pushing it lightly so that it was no longer pointed at her. She took that same hand and raised it once more, counting off her reasons on her fingers. "You should trust me because I just saved your life, you shouldn't kill me because that would be no way to pay me back. And honey, by the looks of it, you wouldn't be able to hurt me no matter how hard you tried."
I glared coldly for a few seconds, then gave up. I let my bleeding head drop, tossing the dagger carelessly onto her lap. I felt her lift my head and stare me right in the eyes, her face gentle. "Look in my eyes and listen to me. I am here for you. I will help you. You don't have to be alone."



It was as if she had read my mind. My eyes brimmed with tears, and I sniffled, wiping them away. "O-okay." My voice shook, and I took her hand. She gripped it tight, pulling me up onto the seat. It was awkward, fitting into the tight space the car provided, but she seemed to have no problem with it, kicking my now probably dead boyfriend out of the way and opening the door that she had came from.
Right away, she turned, wrapping her hands around my body to help me stumble out onto the empty road. She held me, stroking my hair as I cried, trying to stop, trying to be strong. She made no comment about how weak I was; she only offered consolation. Here I was, crying my eyes out, blood trickling down my neck, in the arms of a stranger, on the road. Thinking about it, it was crazy. Yet being near her, made everything feel so... right. I sobbed quietly as she plucked the glass out of my head, making me hiss in pain.
She ficked the pain away into a load on the ground, letting me fall completely against her. "I can't stop sobbing," I choked, and she held me close in response. "Did... you jump through the window?"
"Yeah." The way she spoke of it, so casually, as if she did this sort of thing every day, made me laugh slightly. "That's cool."

"It is cool." She put her hands on my shoulders now, pulling me up straight. "I can teach you how if you wish."
My face scrunched up, confused as I brushed away all the moisture on my face, embarassed my savior had to see me this way. "Wh-what do you mean?"
She looked off to the side for a moment's pause, then wrapped her arm around my shoulder, helping me walk around the car, back to the sidewalk. "What if I told you... I could... remake you. So that you could be unstoppable, so that nobody could hurt you like this again?"
I looked back at her, a smile warming my face. "You- you could do that? For me?"
She smiled back, so sincerely it made my heart stop. She truly wanted to save me. To pick me up and hold me high. Nobody had ever wanted to save me before. Everyone close in my life had used me. And now, this woman I had met only minutes ago was offering such an amazing... how could I say no?



I put my faith in her, this girl named Crystal. I left everything I had ever known. It seemed like a worthy price for her undying patience and love. She taught me everything I ever needed to know, and more. It was fantastic, it was a dream come true. I felt like a princess, and she was my prince. Little did I know, the one that saved my life was the same one that was to destroy it in the end. I never should have taken her hand.

[rennix velire]

~Crystal Strickland~
April 21st, 2007


"Ginger, you're crazy. Crystal, you're crazy." Ever since I was just barely walking, they have been saying this. It was stated to my face, growled under breaths, whispered in the wind. When my first words popped out of my fanged little mouth, everyone was there, and I could tell by their faces they were thinking it. And though the images are fuzzy and distant as a dream, I have never forgotten anything that happened to me in the first decade of my life. Or, year. I aged ten times faster than the average human being. A month after birth, I was almost a year. Eleven months later, I was a twelve-year-old girl. Nobody could handle me. Not even my own mother, not even myself...



"Ginger... are you okay?" I felt a warm hand slip over my shoulder as I stood motionless, staring at the ground. That hand was Nina's, I could feel the heat right through the layers of clothes I was dressed up in. I tensed, almost shaking. I hated warmth. And if Nina was anything, she was hot. It had something to do with her freaky fire powers, I knew it.
"No, I am not okay," I snapped, bitter. Still not looking at her, I crossed my arms, ignoring her attempts to make me feel better. I swatted her hand off my shoulder. "I know you're not my real mother, Pyra."
I knew she had winced and shrunk back, and turned around to face her. I wanted to see her reaction fully.
"W-what do you mean...?" The hurt she felt, knowing I doubted her was clear in her amber eyes. I took this moment to step closer, a threat. "You know very well what I mean. Do you think I wouldn't notice? How you never spoke of my father, whoever he may be?" She stumbled to come up with an answer, but I didn't let her speak. "How different we look, besides the colour of our hair?" She reached up and touched her dark red tresses self-consciously.
I took another step, eyes lighting up with relentless fury. "And I must have had such great parents, to have them leave me in the hands of you. You're a monster! You are uncontrollable. I have seen you go crazy and burn down an entire city in your screaming, struggling rage! Now tell me, Nina Maurell, is that what a GOOD PARENT DOES? Tell me, because I've never had one so I would never be able to tell!" I screamed, right in her face now.
She straightened, pulling herself together. Putting a dignified look on her face, she opened her mouth, and this is all she had to say: "Your parents were great people, Ginger... and they're still alive. I can show you them if you li-" I cut her off once more.



"Oh, no. Don't you start with that, because we all know it's a pack of lies. Is that all you've done in my life? Lie to me?" My voice caught, and my hand flung up to my throat. I tore my eyes away. "I've seen the way you look at me, Nina. I'll never be your daughter... I'll only be in your hair. Let me do you a favor. Let me leave." And with that, I turned on my heel and left her, just as I said I would.
As I left, I heard a voice speak. It was far behind me, and I couldn't tell if it was speaking to me, or to Nina. However, I knew it meant something. "It's okay. Just give her some time." Those words rattled around the inside of my empty mind for hours. Hours, until I woke, coming back to a cruel reality.
That whole conversation was fake. It was all a dream. I had never stood up to Nina, and I never could. Becuase the truth was, no matter how mad I would get at her, she was my family, my friend. I could never leave her. I was to stay, and be cursed with this knowledge coming from my dream, that I still had no idea who my real family was. For the first time in my young life, that day, I cried.

February 16th, 2008


It was only months ago that my aging had finally stopped. I seemed to be frozen in the body of a teenaged girl. Did I mind that? Not really, no. It was nice, the thought of being able to grow old and never die. However, my life was in desperate need of a purpose... I was determined to find out what this purpose was.
So there I was, sitting against the cave wall, boredly playing with my overgrown nails, when a thought came to my mind. I looked at my hand, which had a golden ring on it. I slid the ring off, holding it out in the sun. As I twirled it around between my fingers, I could see it. A amber shine came off, revealing three words inscripted on that very ring: Crystal, Willow, Ginger.
This had always amused and interested me, this ring. Not only did it have my given name on it, but a little special something: my codename. Yes, I had given myself the nickname Crystal. Ginger was getting kind of old. But why Crystal? Well, it all had to do with the little magic trick I could preform with those killer nails of mine. But that trick was for another time.
I dropped the ring back onto my finger, purring in delight as the sun the ring has absorbed heated the whole rest of my hand. Lately, I had actually enjoyed the warmpth. Which, of course, added up to me trying to cuddle up to Nina whenever I could.
I sighed contently, leting memories wash over me. My mind wandered back to my ring, and the time Nina had told me of how I got it.
"The day you were born, was a very special day. So special, in fact, your birth was, that it had taken place in a forest. That day, as... I was walking down you streets, you in my arms, looking for... Sage, my friend, who had disappeared that day, there was a spark in the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw, under a leaf, a hint of gold. Under that leaf was a tiny, golden ring. Your ring. 'Crystal, Willow, Ginger,' it read, and I smiled. It was a perfect fit on that finger of yours. And as you grew, the ring grew with you. That, is how your ring came to be."
My eyes suddenly snapped open. I was starving. I jumped up and ran into the city, stopping dead. I was surrounded by such strange scents I had never smelled before. I was too hungry to make a big deal of it, however, and headed straight towards what smelled the best. The smell of blood.
I darted through the alleys, soon screeching to a halt in front of my victim. I had no clue what I was doing. I only knew I had to do it. The "victim" was a man older than myself, crawling on the ground. It seemed he had been attacked earlier; there were stab wounds on his back and legs, blood was all around him. In fact, he hardly smelled like anything. Just... blood. And I had to have it.
I instantly got down on top of him, going by my instincts at this point. I licked the blood from one of his tab wounds, hearing him begin freaking out. My eyes flashed; nobody could know what was going on here.
I reached up, grabbing his neck and giving it a sharp twist. The snap confirmed his death, and I rewarded myself by digging in, head first. Tonight, I was to feast on the blood of an innocent, broken man.

February 24th, 2008


I never bothered searching for my parents, finding out who they really are. Because the truth is, I don't care who my parents are. What I did care about, however, was how instantly my senses had spiked. Ever since that flashback of that oh so precious ring story, it's as if I've been seeing the world through a different pair of eyes. Who knows, maybe I am.
Everything is so much sharper. I can see each individual flake of snow on the ground, I can smell every emotion and trait of a person. I can hear things from far, far away, and everything I touch has a texture so much more intense. I feel like I just took a load of ectasy, except without the overheating part.
And that's the second weirdest part: how quickly my tastes changed along with my reality. I only hungered for blood, raw meat and chocolate, would only listen to the heaviest metal or the craziest dance music.
The strangest part of all was that I was completely fine with it. It felt like the most natural thing this world had to offer, this huge change of character. Maybe there's more to my background than I think...
I shoved all my deep thoughts aside as a man approached me. His hair was black, and covered his eyes. He was even more pale than me, which was very off. And he smelled... horrid. I took a step back, wrinkling my nose. "You smell like death."
He chuckled, and I saw him twist into a distorted smirk. "I know I do." I smiled slightly, stepping forward. Somehow, I found this man attractive. He was a bit older, but a bit of flirting couldn't hurt, could it? "I like that smell," I replied. And it was true. At first I hated it, but it was really growing on me.
He smiled harmlessly. "You're a very attractive young girl... never let that go to waste." With that, he vanished. Not as in ran off into the distance. His image simply flickered, then was gone. I sighed lightly. I never got to see exactly how good of a charmer I was... another day. For now, I had to party... I had to kill. This man had planted both the thoughts into my mind, though he did and said so little. And I wondered how that worked.

December 8th, 2010

I must have been drunk. I mean, I had to have been. Everything was good, I was partying up a storm, when bang! This brunette walked in, and started flirting with all the guys. I can't even say how shocked I was to see this. The girl was good. She was more than good. She was as good as me! Me, the might Crystal, who made gay men and straight and straight girls lesbians upon sight! But she managed to kiss as many guys as I can in a night, using completely different tricks.
I stood there, dumbfounded for half an hour, studying this girl. There was this strange scent coming off of her... in fact, she smelled like a mixture of sulfur, snow, blood, waffles, the forest, and human. It was the oddest thing and it made my nose itch like crazy.
As soon as she left, two drunk women wrapped around her arms, I burst out of my seat, eagerly following. I had to see what was up with this lady. She slipped through the shadows as fluently as I, and I almost had difficulty following her. At last, she stopped. However, it was too late. I was about to make my move. I grabbed both the girls she held by the hair, yanking them back to the ground. They screamed, and I knew she was about to whip around, to see... me?
A man with wild, purple hair jumped in front of me just in time. He was provoking her, I could see, even as he only got a few good words in. I crept back into the darkest of the shadows, watching. At first, I was just waiting for a chance to barge in and take this girl for myself, but the way the interacted was quite interesting. In fact... I was entertained by all of this.
And what a show they put on for me. They ran off together excitedly, slaughtering helpless children with glee, start fires, stealing things... three hours long, their bout of chaos lasted, and then it ended. With the woman falling asleep under a garbage bin and the purple guy gleefully skipping away.
"That was probably one of the oddest things I have ever seen in my entire life," I muttered as I sat down, watching the woman sleep. I went to go wake her, but decided to let her rest. I would talk to her in the morning. For now, I could only wait for the sun to go up. There was something else, though... this woman... I knew her name. She had told it to the man. Her name... was Sciklla.



I always was the kind of girl to dive head-first into everything. It was never a problem, but now I'm in too deep. It was silly of me, to think I could handle all the work I gave myself. It was more than silly. It was foolish. One of these days I am bound to fall. I will crash, and I will burn, possibly taking the whole world down with me. But in order to crash, I have to be at the top. And to have the power to crash, to have the world in my crystal claws... it will be worth the mess.

[rennix velire]

This fic used to be amazing, but the internet destroyed it, so now it is horribly rewritten. Enjoy.

~Breeze Lolandottir~
April 10th, 1991


None of my girlfriends had to deal with the trauma I had at such a young age. None of them were orphans, having witnessed their parents' death. None of them met their soul and was scarred for life by it None of them are four paranormal creatures at once. None of them learned they aren't real, that nobody is real, before they hit thirteen. Well. I guess that just makes me different.



Have you ever had a memory from long ago, distant, and can't remember it all that well? You would just sit back and ask yourself, what was so relevant about this? How come after all these years, this is one of the things that stands out so firmly in my mind? You would be lucky to have such useless memories of your childhood. Mine are all horrible. They're all I have to remember who I truly am by. And I hate them. I hate them more than anything in this world. In fact, let me share a few...
My mother's first name was Alabe. And, for some unknown reason, most likely because I was young and stupid, I loved her. Maybe I could grow to love again one day, but right now, the task just seems so... improbable. My heart was filled with love, though, as I slid up onto the couch beside my mother, putting my hand on her lap to get her attention.
Alabe's green gaze lowered to me. "Yes, Sciklla? What would you like?"
I smiled as she spoke my name, feeling warm with joy and other fuzzy feelings a little girl experiences in her mother's presence. "What was my daddy like?" I didn't bother to ask who he was, of course. I just wanted to know him.
Alabe froze, breath catching in her throat. At first it looked like she wasn't going to answer me, but her face softened, and she stared off, starting what I knew was to be a good, long story.



"Your father's name was Lolan." Her words were forced out of her mouth. It was plain to see she didn't enjoy talking about it. But she made herself go on, so I could know of my past. "And he... was an angel. A prince, even, of Heaven. His life was all work and no play for so long, that he flew away, escaping down to Earth. Down to Salamina, which is where we are living right now. He knew he could only stay for seven years, before he had to return to his kingdom. So... on the day that we met, he fell in love. And he swore to himself he would spend those seven years... with me. And so he did. We dated, we got married, we had you. And when you were just a baby, he had to leave us. So he did. Just as he was supposed to."



I couldn't sleep that night. All my thoughts ran circles around my mind, trapping me in the story that was my father, of how I came to be. If my dad was a prince, my mom is a princess, but what does that make me? Am I am angel too now? Why didn't he stay? What if I... what if... I squinted as my thoughts became terribly slow.
A small spark of pain was created in my tail bone, traveling up my spine. As it crawled steadily upwards, it grew worse and worse, until it reached my head. It felt as if somebody flicked the lights off in my head, and my vision went black. I gasped for breath, doubling over in my agony. The torturous headache was so bad I thought my head might burst. And then, I felt nothing in my entire body, and I went limp.
When I could see again, I was no longer in my own room. I was on the floor of a dark, damp cave. I lifted my head with a groan, making my eyes move around to take in my surroundings. There was nothing here, it was... empty. No. That... that was a cave. I pushed myself to my feet, stumbling weakly. When I saw a breathing lump inside the cage, I grew very concerened, half running to the cage.
When the blonde inside of it grumbled something, rolling onto his back, I threw all my questions at him. "Oh my god, are you okay? Why are you in here? Who are you?" The fact that I was lost slipped my mind completely as I wanted to help this stranger.
He sat up a bit awkwardly, rubbing his head. "Name's Silos..." I offered my hand and he reluctantly took it, standing. He looked at me with his steel blue-gray eyes. "You're uh... The Body, right? Breeze?"



"Well. No, uh... Breeze is my middle name. My real name's Scikl-" he hissed out a 'shh,' slamming his finger against the bar nearest my lips. "She'll hear you!" he urgently whispered, eyes flashing with a fearful amber that was powerful enough to make me step back, wincing. "Who'll hear me?"
Silos calmed himself, nodding over his shoulder. "Sciklla... the real Sciklla." I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. What did he mean, the "Real Sciklla?" He explained before I could ask. "Yeah... that's right... you're not as real as you think you are."
I put my hands on my hips, giving him what should have been a firm glare. He just chuckled, leaning back. "That attitude right there? You can thank me for that. Your innocence. Now that came from the angel. Go ahead, take a look. You'd be surprised at what one finds, in the dark depths of their own mind."
I cautiously averted my gaze, looking at the two others instead. The angel was there, yes, though it was difficult to tell whether it was male or female. It was attempting to pull who was assumedly Sciklla, a blue-skinned, raven-haired, skinny little thing in a dress, out of the cave wall. She was half in, half out, hanging there uselessly, her arms dangling below her, being pulled on by a determined angel. As I watched the scene, the blonde kept talking.



"That over there is Sciklla and Jo. Everything that you are, everything that you will grow to be? All that comes from us. Your souls. There's a catch though: that Sciklla girl, she's nothing but trouble. She locks us up in this here cage, and... well... let's just say she hasn't let been letting me out for a long time."
My jaw dropped. This was unheard of! This was... abuse! I grabbed the bars of this cage, pulling back hard. They ripped open, and Silos smirked, walking out right through me, as if I was nothing. But in comparison to them, I was nothing. I was just the result of their being here, together, inside of me.
"Thanks, Breeze. Didn't think you'd fall for it so easily. Next time... don't listen to what the demon in you has to say." I spun around, hair swinging behind me, even more shocked now. Did he just say... demon? He gave me a big wink, and my senses went clouded, only to be filled with the screeching of my alarm clock. Guess I did pass out after all.

April 11th, 1991


The second I woke, a terrible headache fogged up my mind. There, that headache stayed. As I ate my morning cereal, as I was driven to school, as I sat at my desk. But it was, there, at the desk, that things changed.
I grew restless. I shifted around in my seat, I chewed the end of my pencil, I crinkled the corners of my papers. Nobody noticed; at least not until I abruptly stood, walking right out of class.
The teachers chased after me, but I brushed them off. At least, I tried to. But they were so annoying, all in my face, wanting to "help" me, and I just... snapped. I roared something I couldn't understand, then darted away before anyone could catch me. I couldn't stop running. Not until I reached a forest.
I had never seen this forest before in my life, and I'm not sure what drew me to it. But as I walked through the trees, I could feel the tears falling. I was out of control. There was a bad, bad guy inside of me, and now he was let loose. I was going to destroy everything... there had to be a way to stop this... to get him back in that cage.
But my mind was blank, so I kept on walking. I wandered aimlessly, until I heard a voice inside of my head speak to me. It was far from my own, yet close enough to almost seem like a thought of my own. I could tell it was one of my souls. I will help you, it had told me. We can not tame the monster, but we certainly can stop him for long enough for you to have a life.
My head rapidly shook without my commanding it to. I couldn't do this. He was too strong! So much stronger than me. I was just a girl. There was no way I could- my body started to jerk. At first my legs, forward, urging me in a certain direction. Then, the rest of me went back, trying to prevent the movement from happening. My souls were attempting to control me at the same time. This was a nightmare.
On top of all of that, I was lost! The voices inside began arguing over top of each other, crowding my head, and I had to room to breathe between the chaos. So I screamed. Out loud, letting it slip into the trees, never to be heard. Violent sobs errupted from me, and I started shaking, wanting them out. I just wanted to be a normal girl! With a normal life, with a normal soul! Why did this have to happen to me?
Wiping my face clean of tears with my sleeve, I pulled myself together enough to run. I didn't know where I was going or why, but I just ran, naive enough to think I could outrun something that was a part of me, that always would be.
I stumbled, quite literally, upon a small tent in a clearing in the middle of nowhere. Sniffling to myself, I stepped towards it. Before I was confident enough to get halfway there, a woman in red the shade of her silky hair swayed out, greeting me.
I had stepped back, afraid. I couldn't trust myself, so how could I trust this woman? Should I run again? My legs were sore, and weak already. A growl emerged from my throat, and I quickly silenced Silos with a gulp. I looked up at her as she studied me, gaze going up and down my small body.
"You are tired... you need rest. Come with me, Breeze." She turned and walked back into the tent, not waiting for me. She knew my name... maybe she knew more, maybe she could help me. I hurried after her, no longer worried about the fact that I had accepted a stanger's invitation "inside." I had my souls to protect me, didn't I?
The woman pointed me to a seat, telling me little about herself. Instead, she stated facts about me, which was a little bit creepy. "How do you know these things?" They were little things, like where I live, my favourite colour, my school. But it was still unnerving.



With a deep breath, the scarlet woman moved onto a deeper topic. Looking me right in the eyes, the lightly placed her hands on my own. Something about them was very cold, and I flinched. Or maybe that was just the fact that my body was being shared with a demon. "All this time, and you have never been human. What did you think it made you? Angel, Frost Creature, Demon? M'love, you are a goddess."
"I-I'm not sure I understand," I gulped. I was just a girl. Just an ordinary, every day child from Western Salamina. Never could I be something so... but I was. I could see it in her eyes, the way they sparked as I looked at them. There was something us two had in common, it seemed...
"That is not all you are, either." As she stood, the silk dress trailed on the ground behind her. Reaching up onto a shelf, she presented me with an object. A crystal ball, it seemed. She placed it in my hands with a warm smile. "Tell me what you see."



I looked up at her, eyes wide and filled with uncertainty. She simply nodded me along. Within this ball, I could see dark shapes wandering about. Taking a closer look, it didn't take long until the world itself changed before my very eyes. For all the time I had my eyes on this ball, it felt as if I was standing on air. Everything was white, and sparkled. Except the important things, the ones I were meant to see.
Shadows darted around me. At first, a friendly game. 'Why, hello.' My lips moved, but the words evaporated into nothingness the moment they touched the air. They seemed to understand. Curling around me, I could feel their breath chilling me. Slowly, it came to me: these shadows... they aren't what they seem. As I narrowed my eyes, I felt liquid seep into my irises. I knew the colours were changing.
The shadows, as I studied them closely, were tinted. Purple, green, blue, gold, pink, red, and somewhere in between. I could tell them apart, it was easy just by the way they moved, but they seemed to be a whole. Voices whispered, barely noticeable. Louder and louder they grew, malicious thoughts echoing in the air surrounding them. And then I heard the one voice, the emerald one. "She sees us."
Everything vanished, and there I was, sitting in the stranger's tent again. It was dark, and she was gone. I could see her slip away, through a crack in the corner. Her thoughts, I could hear them loud and clear. The psychic is stronger than I thought. One day, all of this will become clear to her.
Lists were already forming in my head. Lists of what this made me, lists of the colours these shadows were, lists of the types of things they were saying. I shook my head, finding it in me to laugh. "Let's just go with goddess for now." I let the ball roll out of my hand and got up, exiting a different way than that woman. I had to get to the bottom of all of this. But first... let's go home. So I started on my way, through the forest, no clue how long it would take me to get there, unaware of the amber glow my eyes gave off.

December 28th, 2010


It started as another ordinary evening in the life of Breeze Lolandottir. At the club, a beautiful woman on either side of me. Really, I was all too lucky, to have such charming powers. They were half drunk, and most likely straight. No woman, over the years I have learned, can have it in her to not fall for a goddess. That's just what I was: Breeze, Goddess of Manipulation. I liked it that way. I lived that way. Nobody cared, because I made sure they didn't care. Everything was picture perfect. It was as if I had a happy ending to my childhood. And then he showed up.
I had done the simplest of things: I made my way outside, taking the ladies along with me. They chattered away, down the street I turned, and bang! The two were torn out of my grasp with a startled couple of yelps. Prepared to beat whoever had done this senseless, I turned my head around. Directly behind me was a short, purple haired man. He was scrawny, I could tell by the fact that he was shirtless, showing half of his ribcage. The first question I asked myself was how he managed to throw them back at the same time.
Staring at him, I sensed another person. I saw them dart into the shadows, but ignored her presence completely. I had no problem with whoever that was. My problem was with this man right here. My anger seemed to vanish the second he opened his mouth.
"Hey, I'm Krishna." His eyes, as bright purple as his hair, were filled with insanity. Something about crazy people was always so welcoming to me... felt like home, I guess. Or, felt like my souls. I simply stared at the strange man, letting my eyes glare at him as they changed colour.
Krishna rolled his eyes. "Hephilis, you're such a god-slopping pig container." As I raised an eyebrow and told him my name was Sciklla, he howled with laughter. My face quickly paled. It wasn't often I actually told someone my name, used to being alone. It was only out of habit that I told him my birth name. Sighing, I looked away.
When his eyes snapped back open, he gave me a toothy smile. "Really, though, all seriousness in space jam over there, we should go do something cool."
Giving the best death glare I could manage, the one that could literally kill a cat nine times over, I growled, "You scared my girls." What should have burned his eyes out only filled them with more laughter. He bounced between his feet happily. "Girls are just confetti Betties. I know something that's really worth the circus stripes."
Worth the circus stripes? Obviously, he was a nutjob. But, circus stripes were pretty important to nutjobs, I decided, so why not just go along with whatever he had to say? "What did you have in mind?"
Everything went by in a blur. Before I knew it, I had killed a man. On the ground he was, trying to crawl away. He slumped to the ground, twitching his limbs, rolling onto his back. I saw him look at me, right in the face. Only for a second, I stared into his eyes, watching the life in him die. And something about it brought a smile to my face.
It was sweet of him to show me this, this way of feeling power without actually having much of it. I kicked the frozen body between us to the side, and leaned over, hugging Krishna. I had no intentions to mess around with him, so I left it at just that, leaning back with a smirk. "Let's do it again."



It's hard to believe it took me twenty years to understand myself the way I do now. Every day, I'll be talking to my selves, causing mayhem, screwing around... what really gets me, though, is that I managed to do all of this alone. I never saw Krishna again, or that girl. For twenty-one years, I was completely alone in life. Not only did I not mind... I enjoyed it. But it was bound to happen at some point... I joined a team, I made some friends... and, stupidly enough I fell for someone. The only person I would never get the nerve to talk to, the only person that could mess with my head. But then again, that's just life for you.

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[Randy.]

Sciklla!!! That is great! Kind of odd but great!

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Thank you, dear friend! ;A; I have worked hard on it!
And when is my writing not odd? >w>

[Randy.]

True...Very True...

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I'm probably going to make a thread where you can ask people's characters questions and you could pop in and have them respond... I'll add the FF to that... o3o