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Daughters of Fate - (Invite Only)
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Daughters of Fate - (Invite Only)
by Mist April 4th 2013, 8:35 pm
Amy blended in with the crowds quite well among the people of Los Angeles. Often, she would hear stories of the metahumans on the news. Flaunting their abilities and such, either trying to save the day or ruin it. All the same, they caused devastation in their wake. The government picked up the pieces and the taxpayers had to support their rebuilds. The sun always reminded her of her foster father, Mr. Khan. A man who saved her life, in essence. Raised her from youth until one day that he disappeared. She had no reason to stay at that home, though, it probably served her well since New York was demolished. Her father had seemingly unlimited funds. Wherever she went, the funds never wore thin. She thought herself possibly the only heir. Maybe Skyler was in New York when it was destroyed. Maybe Amy got out just in time.
Purchasing an iced tea, she was on the go again. A few neighborhood boys frequently asked her out on a date, but she usually turned them down. But once again they showed up, riding on skateboards and circled around her briefly. But she already had her rejections down in her mind of what she would say. She hadn't been interested in many boys, though she was of that age. Yet, a lot seemed to be interested in her. She was getting bored with their casual toying with her. Her father trained her in so many self-defense techniques, if any got too physical she usually sent thugs home running. But these ones weren't like that.
"Heya girlie, I got two tickets to the Action Man movie tonight. All my buds are going and have a date except me tonight. Wanna come?" One of them gestured. A legit pickup line, actually. Nobody liked being the odd man out, and she knew how it was to be alone. She had been an orphan and only child most her life. Of course, there was Skyler. But she rarely had seen her.
"Okay" She said with a soft laugh. "But just remember I'm doing it out of pity." she said sarcastically, tilting her head to the side with a smile. The boy had finally succeeded in getting her to get out and socialize. It might be good for her, she thought to herself, to get some new friends.
Purchasing an iced tea, she was on the go again. A few neighborhood boys frequently asked her out on a date, but she usually turned them down. But once again they showed up, riding on skateboards and circled around her briefly. But she already had her rejections down in her mind of what she would say. She hadn't been interested in many boys, though she was of that age. Yet, a lot seemed to be interested in her. She was getting bored with their casual toying with her. Her father trained her in so many self-defense techniques, if any got too physical she usually sent thugs home running. But these ones weren't like that.
"Heya girlie, I got two tickets to the Action Man movie tonight. All my buds are going and have a date except me tonight. Wanna come?" One of them gestured. A legit pickup line, actually. Nobody liked being the odd man out, and she knew how it was to be alone. She had been an orphan and only child most her life. Of course, there was Skyler. But she rarely had seen her.
"Okay" She said with a soft laugh. "But just remember I'm doing it out of pity." she said sarcastically, tilting her head to the side with a smile. The boy had finally succeeded in getting her to get out and socialize. It might be good for her, she thought to herself, to get some new friends.
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Re: Daughters of Fate - (Invite Only)
by Twinkletoes April 4th 2013, 10:40 pm
A crisp spring breeze swept through the rugged grassy plains of Southern Georgia, birds sang their bittersweet melodies as they flitted too and fro amongst the pine forests and over the rustic neighbourhood that dwelt under the shadow of the Blood mountain range. A calm, ethereal symphony of sounds merged into an orchestra of whistling winds, native fauna and distant traffic; Mother Nature herself had drifted into a content siesta, nothing could shatter the welcome peace that pervaded the warm atmosphere. Amidst the tranquil calm, the grand forest reservations and the winding highways that snaked themselves into oblivion stood a rather simple two story house, its 80's vibe adding a playful kink to the green and brown expanse that embraced the little property. Tchaikovsky's finest answered nature's call and replied from within the house, the dazzling orchestral score adding just another layer to the grand environment.
A melodic giggle chimed over the classical piece that blared from an antique vinyl set. The whispery laughter was almost instantly responded to by the birds that twirled around outside, playfully swooping alongside the rhythm of the music. A teenage girl was sprawled out on an auburn rug that clung to the veneered timber flooring, her head resting on crossed arms whilst two dainty legs swung back and forth in the air. Lilia Ivanov, Dominus' prima ballerina and adopted daughter of Skyler Snowden, had settled into the lazy day with a content grin and a rather casual air of amusement. An oversized grey sweater was draped over her petite body, falling midway down her thighs; baby pink knee length socks covering the rest of the pale, supple skin. The girl's wavy honeysuckle hair was styled into a lazy bun, fully revealing her angelic visage and the enchanting cerulean eyes that twinkled with wonder.
The young Russian agent had spent much of her morning frolicking around on the floor of the living room, completely engrossed with the shimmering twenty inch female figure that gracefully danced in the palm of her hand. A.I.V.A was her name, created in the exact likeness of Lilia all except for the silver locks that glinted with holographic pixels. The enigmatic figure was a dazzling spectacle, especially for a girl who grew up in a simple village, she was like the fairies from folklore albeit one which was created from science and not mythology. A.I.V.A spun and swayed effortlessly to the rhythm of the music that filled the surrounding atmosphere, using old recordings of Lilia's golden days as a template for her own routine. This unquestionable grace and beauty simply mirrored the young prodigy's almost otherworldly skill on the dance floor. Where A.I.V.A was a keen reflection of Lilia back when ballet was all she knew, all she was.
"Oh Aiva, you're so talented!", Lilia chimed in her native tongue, giving her miniature friend an adorable grin before lazily rolling over onto her back, keeping the holographic female safely balanced on the palm of her milky white hand. "Do you think Mama would mind if I cook her dinner tonight?", the teenager said aloud, a statement to herself rather than an actual question. Skyler was the type to enjoy occasional spontaneity and it was always a nice gesture to cook for the woman who had tirelessly protected her for the past eight months.
"Thank you Lilia, your archives are quite extensive and it was only from your skill that I could base my performance off", the little figure grinned, prancing too and fro along the edge of her Russian sister's slender forearm. "I'm sure mother wouldn't mind...although last time you almost burnt the house down. Actually, now that I'm processing the possible variables it would be best if maybe you just suggest what she should have for dinner rather than cook", Aiva stated with an intriguing level of robotic sass, her artificial personality not one to make a conversation boring.
"...it wasn't that bad was it?", Lilia pouted, her cheeks slightly blushing as she attempted to avoid the deadpan gaze her smaller accomplice was giving her. Surely the noble cooking endeavours weren't all that bad, Shayla at least ate her food without complaint. Although that was Shayla and she ate like a horse..
"Mother had to purchase a new oven and a new stove and have part of her sink resealed, so i'd assume that the safest course of action would be not to cook...at all", A.I.V.A grinned, cocking her silver head to the side in an almost innocent fashion, the truth was painful and Lilia's cooking, although her efforts were well meaning, often led to disaster in more ways than one.
"Oh...okay, well uhh she likes drinking tea after her showers right? I could always make her some tea..", Lilia meekly suggested, twiddling her fingers in a passive attempt to convince her technological version that such an act would never burn the house down...or so she would hope.
"...maybe you should just wait for her to come downstairs first. Remember, mother wants to see if your wounds have healed. How are your feet feeling?", the silver haired twenty inch doppelgänger questioned, she knew all about Lilia's various injuries and it was her programmed role to ensure that the young agent was living a healthy and painless life.
"They're only hurting a bit, I'm sure mama could make them feel better!", Lilia sighed before crossing her legs and lolling her neck, this day was awfully peaceful and for once she did not know what to do. Other than the usual appointments with Skyler regarding her various fractures and bruises she had not done anything particularly thrilling in several days, and by thrilling it was not in any way referring to her job as an agent. That was a part of her life she would prefer to ignore. Shayla was off doing what she does and usually visits without warning so there was no telling when her albino friend would come by. Life was as tranquil as it seemed and even Tchaikovsky's grand melodies were not enough to spark the ebullient ecstasy she felt whenever she was out with her mother and friend.
Fate, however seemed to have other idea.
Several miles away three choppers silently whirred over the pine forests, their black blades silently cutting into the warm spring breeze as the mechanical body lurched through the gentle wind. Men garbed in grey and black sat motionless within the throbbing metal aircrafts, their weapons carefully laid at their waist as if they were ready for an ambush. Their posture was as stoic and tense as a statue, their steely gazes barely visible underneath the visors that clung to their temples. The only man to show a sliver of emotion was seated near the cockpit of the first helicopter, his skin was an ashy red from the copious amounts of sun and his puffy lips were curled into a malicious grin, the speckles of facial hair making the devious toothy smile all the more malevolent. The man was equipped with no weapon, not was he as properly dressed as his cohorts, he was a ragged, yellow toothed embodiment of vulgarity and it was made all the more worse with the not so subtle bulge in his pants. The man's eyes were wide with feral lust and a subdued insanity like none other, he was going back to claim what was rightfully his and the giddy excitement only forced such emotions to intensify.
"Oh little Lilia...Salty is coming home for you..."
A melodic giggle chimed over the classical piece that blared from an antique vinyl set. The whispery laughter was almost instantly responded to by the birds that twirled around outside, playfully swooping alongside the rhythm of the music. A teenage girl was sprawled out on an auburn rug that clung to the veneered timber flooring, her head resting on crossed arms whilst two dainty legs swung back and forth in the air. Lilia Ivanov, Dominus' prima ballerina and adopted daughter of Skyler Snowden, had settled into the lazy day with a content grin and a rather casual air of amusement. An oversized grey sweater was draped over her petite body, falling midway down her thighs; baby pink knee length socks covering the rest of the pale, supple skin. The girl's wavy honeysuckle hair was styled into a lazy bun, fully revealing her angelic visage and the enchanting cerulean eyes that twinkled with wonder.
The young Russian agent had spent much of her morning frolicking around on the floor of the living room, completely engrossed with the shimmering twenty inch female figure that gracefully danced in the palm of her hand. A.I.V.A was her name, created in the exact likeness of Lilia all except for the silver locks that glinted with holographic pixels. The enigmatic figure was a dazzling spectacle, especially for a girl who grew up in a simple village, she was like the fairies from folklore albeit one which was created from science and not mythology. A.I.V.A spun and swayed effortlessly to the rhythm of the music that filled the surrounding atmosphere, using old recordings of Lilia's golden days as a template for her own routine. This unquestionable grace and beauty simply mirrored the young prodigy's almost otherworldly skill on the dance floor. Where A.I.V.A was a keen reflection of Lilia back when ballet was all she knew, all she was.
"Oh Aiva, you're so talented!", Lilia chimed in her native tongue, giving her miniature friend an adorable grin before lazily rolling over onto her back, keeping the holographic female safely balanced on the palm of her milky white hand. "Do you think Mama would mind if I cook her dinner tonight?", the teenager said aloud, a statement to herself rather than an actual question. Skyler was the type to enjoy occasional spontaneity and it was always a nice gesture to cook for the woman who had tirelessly protected her for the past eight months.
"Thank you Lilia, your archives are quite extensive and it was only from your skill that I could base my performance off", the little figure grinned, prancing too and fro along the edge of her Russian sister's slender forearm. "I'm sure mother wouldn't mind...although last time you almost burnt the house down. Actually, now that I'm processing the possible variables it would be best if maybe you just suggest what she should have for dinner rather than cook", Aiva stated with an intriguing level of robotic sass, her artificial personality not one to make a conversation boring.
"...it wasn't that bad was it?", Lilia pouted, her cheeks slightly blushing as she attempted to avoid the deadpan gaze her smaller accomplice was giving her. Surely the noble cooking endeavours weren't all that bad, Shayla at least ate her food without complaint. Although that was Shayla and she ate like a horse..
"Mother had to purchase a new oven and a new stove and have part of her sink resealed, so i'd assume that the safest course of action would be not to cook...at all", A.I.V.A grinned, cocking her silver head to the side in an almost innocent fashion, the truth was painful and Lilia's cooking, although her efforts were well meaning, often led to disaster in more ways than one.
"Oh...okay, well uhh she likes drinking tea after her showers right? I could always make her some tea..", Lilia meekly suggested, twiddling her fingers in a passive attempt to convince her technological version that such an act would never burn the house down...or so she would hope.
"...maybe you should just wait for her to come downstairs first. Remember, mother wants to see if your wounds have healed. How are your feet feeling?", the silver haired twenty inch doppelgänger questioned, she knew all about Lilia's various injuries and it was her programmed role to ensure that the young agent was living a healthy and painless life.
"They're only hurting a bit, I'm sure mama could make them feel better!", Lilia sighed before crossing her legs and lolling her neck, this day was awfully peaceful and for once she did not know what to do. Other than the usual appointments with Skyler regarding her various fractures and bruises she had not done anything particularly thrilling in several days, and by thrilling it was not in any way referring to her job as an agent. That was a part of her life she would prefer to ignore. Shayla was off doing what she does and usually visits without warning so there was no telling when her albino friend would come by. Life was as tranquil as it seemed and even Tchaikovsky's grand melodies were not enough to spark the ebullient ecstasy she felt whenever she was out with her mother and friend.
Fate, however seemed to have other idea.
Several miles away three choppers silently whirred over the pine forests, their black blades silently cutting into the warm spring breeze as the mechanical body lurched through the gentle wind. Men garbed in grey and black sat motionless within the throbbing metal aircrafts, their weapons carefully laid at their waist as if they were ready for an ambush. Their posture was as stoic and tense as a statue, their steely gazes barely visible underneath the visors that clung to their temples. The only man to show a sliver of emotion was seated near the cockpit of the first helicopter, his skin was an ashy red from the copious amounts of sun and his puffy lips were curled into a malicious grin, the speckles of facial hair making the devious toothy smile all the more malevolent. The man was equipped with no weapon, not was he as properly dressed as his cohorts, he was a ragged, yellow toothed embodiment of vulgarity and it was made all the more worse with the not so subtle bulge in his pants. The man's eyes were wide with feral lust and a subdued insanity like none other, he was going back to claim what was rightfully his and the giddy excitement only forced such emotions to intensify.
"Oh little Lilia...Salty is coming home for you..."
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Re: Daughters of Fate - (Invite Only)
by Chellizard April 6th 2013, 1:38 am
"Forever in my mind..."
There was the sound of rushing water; perhaps a waterfall, gently caressing the curves of a beautiful woman.
"Only you..."
A waterfall was not always warm, and almost never caused steam, so it was more than likely the shower. And, it was, actually. Skyler was standing, singing a soft song while she cleaned up.
"The pieces in my life.. go away with you."
It echoed back to her, the water coating her exhausted form. She had just gotten home that morning, and went straight to bed, no shower. The fair with Assault had sent her to so many places mentally that even if she was physically exhausted, her mind was even more worn out. He loved to talk.
Forever in my mind.. only you... the pieces in my life; run away with you.."
Singing, still, she tilted her head back and let her long hair rinse while she swayed lightly. Brushing her hands back through her hair, she wrung out any excess water and turned off the shower. Opening the glass sliding door, she stepped out onto the fluffy bathroom rug. Her toes curled and wiggled into the royal purple fabric. The marble floor of the bathroom was cold on her feet, so she was thankful for the rug.
"You were my first love~.." she finished singing, and then Aiva popped up in the mirror, which was now a dual screen and computer within the master bathroom of the Snowden house. Skyler had been very, very busy with her Dominus spending funds. "Lilia is going to make you tea if you don't hurry downstairs, mom." Aiva clipped and then vanished from the screen. Skyler had no worries for Lilia making tea, but the girl was still recovering. She needed rest, not to be making tea for Skyler. Skyler was healthy, and wouldn't have that.
Dressing quickly, Skyler stepped down the stairs, taking them two at a time before walking around the shallow corner to the living room. "Lilia," she called, stepping into the room.
"I know you wanted to make me tea, but," she started, and then the sound of helicopters went over the house. Three of them, to be exact. Furrowing her brows, she thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "Must be Shayla.." she muttered under her breath.
Waltzing into the kitchen passed Lilia and Aiva, Skyler stepped to the fridge and opened the door. "Hm.. What should we have for dinner, girls?" she asked her 'daughters.' Damp, long silver hair was draped around of her shoulder while she leaned forward, poking around in the fridge. She had on a pair of shorts, and a tank top. Casual wear around the house stuff. She then pulled out a few things: eggs, chicken, milk, panko bread crumbs, some seasonings, a skillet, and a rice side. She was going to make a simple protein based dinner tonight.
She sat everything on the counter and stepped back over to Lilia. "But before I cook us something," she said, her words always in Russian when speaking to Lilia.
"I need to check your wounds." she said, and pointed to the couch. "So have a seat, and let's see em." she said, grabbing for a sealed plastic box with fresh bandages and et cetera she had in the supplies closet. Aiva sat her holographic form down on Lilia's shoulder, and huffed. "Her feet hurt." Aiva tattled, for the second time, on her 'big sister.' Skyler smirked and rolled her eyes while kneeling down in front of Lilia. She gently unwrapped the bandages on her dainty form and was careful with each touch. She cleaned any still open wounds, but did not wrap them until they aired out a bit. "I will wrap them after dinner. So, let's see your feet, she said, tickling the bottom of Lilia's feet before a heavy knock was heard at the door.
It must be Shayla for real, then.
Standing up, Skyler walked to the door, unknowing to the real visitor the Snowden house would be having.
There was the sound of rushing water; perhaps a waterfall, gently caressing the curves of a beautiful woman.
"Only you..."
A waterfall was not always warm, and almost never caused steam, so it was more than likely the shower. And, it was, actually. Skyler was standing, singing a soft song while she cleaned up.
"The pieces in my life.. go away with you."
It echoed back to her, the water coating her exhausted form. She had just gotten home that morning, and went straight to bed, no shower. The fair with Assault had sent her to so many places mentally that even if she was physically exhausted, her mind was even more worn out. He loved to talk.
Forever in my mind.. only you... the pieces in my life; run away with you.."
Singing, still, she tilted her head back and let her long hair rinse while she swayed lightly. Brushing her hands back through her hair, she wrung out any excess water and turned off the shower. Opening the glass sliding door, she stepped out onto the fluffy bathroom rug. Her toes curled and wiggled into the royal purple fabric. The marble floor of the bathroom was cold on her feet, so she was thankful for the rug.
"You were my first love~.." she finished singing, and then Aiva popped up in the mirror, which was now a dual screen and computer within the master bathroom of the Snowden house. Skyler had been very, very busy with her Dominus spending funds. "Lilia is going to make you tea if you don't hurry downstairs, mom." Aiva clipped and then vanished from the screen. Skyler had no worries for Lilia making tea, but the girl was still recovering. She needed rest, not to be making tea for Skyler. Skyler was healthy, and wouldn't have that.
Dressing quickly, Skyler stepped down the stairs, taking them two at a time before walking around the shallow corner to the living room. "Lilia," she called, stepping into the room.
"I know you wanted to make me tea, but," she started, and then the sound of helicopters went over the house. Three of them, to be exact. Furrowing her brows, she thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "Must be Shayla.." she muttered under her breath.
Waltzing into the kitchen passed Lilia and Aiva, Skyler stepped to the fridge and opened the door. "Hm.. What should we have for dinner, girls?" she asked her 'daughters.' Damp, long silver hair was draped around of her shoulder while she leaned forward, poking around in the fridge. She had on a pair of shorts, and a tank top. Casual wear around the house stuff. She then pulled out a few things: eggs, chicken, milk, panko bread crumbs, some seasonings, a skillet, and a rice side. She was going to make a simple protein based dinner tonight.
She sat everything on the counter and stepped back over to Lilia. "But before I cook us something," she said, her words always in Russian when speaking to Lilia.
"I need to check your wounds." she said, and pointed to the couch. "So have a seat, and let's see em." she said, grabbing for a sealed plastic box with fresh bandages and et cetera she had in the supplies closet. Aiva sat her holographic form down on Lilia's shoulder, and huffed. "Her feet hurt." Aiva tattled, for the second time, on her 'big sister.' Skyler smirked and rolled her eyes while kneeling down in front of Lilia. She gently unwrapped the bandages on her dainty form and was careful with each touch. She cleaned any still open wounds, but did not wrap them until they aired out a bit. "I will wrap them after dinner. So, let's see your feet, she said, tickling the bottom of Lilia's feet before a heavy knock was heard at the door.
It must be Shayla for real, then.
Standing up, Skyler walked to the door, unknowing to the real visitor the Snowden house would be having.
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Re: Daughters of Fate - (Invite Only)
by Twinkletoes April 7th 2013, 1:00 am
Caught out on the act of making tea for her guardian Lilia could do nothing more than shuffle in her place and pout, her peachy lips puffing up as she stared up at her silver haired mother. Aiva probably alerted Skyler before the ballerina could even have a chance to complete the task and she was left to watch as her rather damp protector rummaged through the fridge, preparing what looked to be a hearty meal. It was a well known fact that Lilia did not eat much, the years as a ballerina forced her into a disciplined mindset that eating too much of the wrong thing would ultimately affect her physique and in turn ruin her dancing prowess. The meal itself would probably end up as leftovers for the next few days, or a snack for Shayla if she was in fact coming over. The thoughts of her beloved friend forced a contemplative simper to cross Lilia's lips, the sound of a helicopter often meant the arrival of her ivory skinned fellow agent. This moment of pleasant reflection was broken when she was ushered to sit down and have the wounds on her feet checked, deftly removing the knee length socks with gentle yank.
"They don't hurt that much...", Lilia murmured, frowning at Aiva for tattling once more. The petite porcelain feet, smooth yet scarred were constant reminders of the abuse Franklin Salters eagerly put her through. Every scar was another nightmare, a horrid ballad of human evil and the lust that burned within the decrepit soul of the man who eagerly tortured her. The blushing bruised toes wiggled at the soft touch of her mother, Lilia's teeth naturally finding their way clamped onto her lower lip as she watched as her scarred soles were taken care of. "Thank you mama...", she whispered in a barely audible voice, glancing to her side as Aiva gracefully tip toed against the edge of the ballerina's dainty shoulder.
This moment of peace however was not to last. A nightmare had arrived at their front doorstep.
Almost instantaneously, as the last shrill knock reverberated throughout the house, Aiva scampered into view with arms raised and eyes ablaze. The holographic girl's faint white glow had morphed into an eerie red as a disturbing look of alarm flashed across her silver visage. "Lilia! Run upstairs and hide, that is not Shayla. Run! Now!" , Aiva ordered, flashing out of view as the stunned teenager sat for a mere second wondering what had just been revealed. If it wasn't Shayla then who could it be? Without much thought, her body heeded to the hologram's desperate plea and immediately scampered upstairs, the answer to the question was an obvious one, something that immediately sent a sickening throb throughout her dainty form. Giving Skyler a worried look before disappearing into their bedroom, Lilia could feel the gradual panic that was slowly clawing into her fractured psyche. Her mother had to be safe, did Aiva also warn her before it was too late? Such thoughts hammered into the girl's conscious as she desperately escaped the monster that had come for her.
Her heart was racing, the pulsating throb of her veins drumming into her blushing ears as her scarred feet swiftly led her into her bedroom and into the murky darkness of the walk in wardrobe. There the terrified teenager curled into a ball behind the winter coats and prayed to whatever deity that existed that both herself and her mother would be safe. Salt must not find her, he was a monster, a nightmare and a horrid man who would eagerly torture her in front of her silver haired guardian and whoever else he brought along. She had to remain silent, play the ghost in behind the coats, hoping that her tormenter would not discover her little hiding place. All she could feel was the pounding terror that consumed her mind, body and soul; the horrid fear that sent tremors throughout her starveling body.
...
Franklin Salters loved this house, perfect location and it was relatively private, perfect for fucking the brains out of the two whores who lived there. His trip from Alaska had been a relatively uneventful one, they didn't even have time to stop over for drinks or a quick fuck, so it was disturbingly understandable that not the sociopath and his Theta squad were a bit restless. The Dominus sanctioned squad was both feared and untrustworthy, under the leadership of Salters the troubled men were practically given free reign over what they did during missions, often going to extreme lengths to hunt down their prey and either rape, torture or execute them in the most horrendous ways possible. Although their means of going about missions were looked down upon by the superiors they did get the job done and efficiently so as well. That's why they needed their favourite 'cheerleader', not only would she warm them up but also provide the much needed firepower against their current target, the runaway class 4 metahuman, Anu.
Arriving at the modest two story house, Franklin Salters and a group of handpicked Theta grunts swarmed the front porch of the Georgian property, their weapons raised and their lust as potent as nuclear waste."Oh fuck this!", the yellow toothed unshaven leader cried, kicking the door off its hinges as he made his unwanted entrance into the current living space of his favourite sluts. Standing before him was the young doctor herself, a scowl evident on her face. The ballerina on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. Without caring for what the silver haired agent said he waved his hand forward, ordering the group of six men to enter the house in search of their Russian plaything.
"If you find her make sure you gag her", he ordered nonchalantly, a devious smirk on his fat lips. After making sure his men were hard at work scouring the property for Lilia, Franklin finally turned his attention towards the recently showered nympho, his eyes lingering on the damp skin barely covered by her tank top. "Sorry for not ringing but the boys and I kinda need the little bitch to kill someone for us. , he chuckled, grabbing Ms. Snowden's rump without much care for the circumstances, she was outnumbered and men would gladly assault her if Salt have the order.
"Where is that pussy muncher anyways? Tied up in your dungeon I hope, or is she chained to your bed or something? That would be a nice sight...but anyways, if you don't tell us where the little cunt is I will take her back from you by force and you might just have to entertain six men if you don't spill the beans soon...", he snarled, his voice morphing from a lady drawl into a chuckling gurgle, he enjoyed toying with this woman. Swivelling his head and rearranging his crotch area the slovenly leader of the elite squad, with his hand still firmly cupped on Skyler's bottom, shouted out a new order...one which would surely send panic into both Skyler and her adopted daughter.
"Whoever finds Lilia first gets to fuck her for a month!", he cried out with malicious glee before turning back to Skyler and whispering, "Unless her mistress prefers to tell us now...", his voice dripped with unadulterated lust and malice, he was not playing around. This was business and oh how he loved business...
(Just get Skyler's cameo out of the way before we properly start the thread!)
"They don't hurt that much...", Lilia murmured, frowning at Aiva for tattling once more. The petite porcelain feet, smooth yet scarred were constant reminders of the abuse Franklin Salters eagerly put her through. Every scar was another nightmare, a horrid ballad of human evil and the lust that burned within the decrepit soul of the man who eagerly tortured her. The blushing bruised toes wiggled at the soft touch of her mother, Lilia's teeth naturally finding their way clamped onto her lower lip as she watched as her scarred soles were taken care of. "Thank you mama...", she whispered in a barely audible voice, glancing to her side as Aiva gracefully tip toed against the edge of the ballerina's dainty shoulder.
This moment of peace however was not to last. A nightmare had arrived at their front doorstep.
Almost instantaneously, as the last shrill knock reverberated throughout the house, Aiva scampered into view with arms raised and eyes ablaze. The holographic girl's faint white glow had morphed into an eerie red as a disturbing look of alarm flashed across her silver visage. "Lilia! Run upstairs and hide, that is not Shayla. Run! Now!" , Aiva ordered, flashing out of view as the stunned teenager sat for a mere second wondering what had just been revealed. If it wasn't Shayla then who could it be? Without much thought, her body heeded to the hologram's desperate plea and immediately scampered upstairs, the answer to the question was an obvious one, something that immediately sent a sickening throb throughout her dainty form. Giving Skyler a worried look before disappearing into their bedroom, Lilia could feel the gradual panic that was slowly clawing into her fractured psyche. Her mother had to be safe, did Aiva also warn her before it was too late? Such thoughts hammered into the girl's conscious as she desperately escaped the monster that had come for her.
Her heart was racing, the pulsating throb of her veins drumming into her blushing ears as her scarred feet swiftly led her into her bedroom and into the murky darkness of the walk in wardrobe. There the terrified teenager curled into a ball behind the winter coats and prayed to whatever deity that existed that both herself and her mother would be safe. Salt must not find her, he was a monster, a nightmare and a horrid man who would eagerly torture her in front of her silver haired guardian and whoever else he brought along. She had to remain silent, play the ghost in behind the coats, hoping that her tormenter would not discover her little hiding place. All she could feel was the pounding terror that consumed her mind, body and soul; the horrid fear that sent tremors throughout her starveling body.
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Franklin Salters loved this house, perfect location and it was relatively private, perfect for fucking the brains out of the two whores who lived there. His trip from Alaska had been a relatively uneventful one, they didn't even have time to stop over for drinks or a quick fuck, so it was disturbingly understandable that not the sociopath and his Theta squad were a bit restless. The Dominus sanctioned squad was both feared and untrustworthy, under the leadership of Salters the troubled men were practically given free reign over what they did during missions, often going to extreme lengths to hunt down their prey and either rape, torture or execute them in the most horrendous ways possible. Although their means of going about missions were looked down upon by the superiors they did get the job done and efficiently so as well. That's why they needed their favourite 'cheerleader', not only would she warm them up but also provide the much needed firepower against their current target, the runaway class 4 metahuman, Anu.
Arriving at the modest two story house, Franklin Salters and a group of handpicked Theta grunts swarmed the front porch of the Georgian property, their weapons raised and their lust as potent as nuclear waste."Oh fuck this!", the yellow toothed unshaven leader cried, kicking the door off its hinges as he made his unwanted entrance into the current living space of his favourite sluts. Standing before him was the young doctor herself, a scowl evident on her face. The ballerina on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. Without caring for what the silver haired agent said he waved his hand forward, ordering the group of six men to enter the house in search of their Russian plaything.
"If you find her make sure you gag her", he ordered nonchalantly, a devious smirk on his fat lips. After making sure his men were hard at work scouring the property for Lilia, Franklin finally turned his attention towards the recently showered nympho, his eyes lingering on the damp skin barely covered by her tank top. "Sorry for not ringing but the boys and I kinda need the little bitch to kill someone for us. , he chuckled, grabbing Ms. Snowden's rump without much care for the circumstances, she was outnumbered and men would gladly assault her if Salt have the order.
"Where is that pussy muncher anyways? Tied up in your dungeon I hope, or is she chained to your bed or something? That would be a nice sight...but anyways, if you don't tell us where the little cunt is I will take her back from you by force and you might just have to entertain six men if you don't spill the beans soon...", he snarled, his voice morphing from a lady drawl into a chuckling gurgle, he enjoyed toying with this woman. Swivelling his head and rearranging his crotch area the slovenly leader of the elite squad, with his hand still firmly cupped on Skyler's bottom, shouted out a new order...one which would surely send panic into both Skyler and her adopted daughter.
"Whoever finds Lilia first gets to fuck her for a month!", he cried out with malicious glee before turning back to Skyler and whispering, "Unless her mistress prefers to tell us now...", his voice dripped with unadulterated lust and malice, he was not playing around. This was business and oh how he loved business...
(Just get Skyler's cameo out of the way before we properly start the thread!)
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Re: Daughters of Fate - (Invite Only)
by Mist April 7th 2013, 12:49 pm
(Sorry for the delayed post. Had a busy weekend.)
"Alright!" The boy responded. "The show starts at eight, but we'll be meeting at seven to hang out before the show. Make sure you show up!"
He seemed excited, as he and his buddies skated off on their boards. "Action Man" didn't seem that great of a movie title. Just the average explosions and cheesy lines she would expect. But the guys seemed harmless enough. One night wouldn't kill her. As she thought. Little did she know what laid in store for her later this day.
A street performer was nearby, entertaining the crowd with his unique ability. Flicking a deck of cards through the air, performing tricks that average humans marveled at. He would get various people to bet money on him being able to find their card, even though he shuffled the decks very thoroughly. Almost to the point it would be impossible to relocate the card. She could tell he was some kind of telekinetic, though he tried really hard to hide the fact. There was a lot of metahuman hate going on in the world, and she assumed he didn't want to be a part of it. She couldn't blame him, neither did she. Luckily for her, she could hide her abilities unlike some. All of the cards seemed to have independent thought, as each one sailed through the air, twisting and contorting to the exact location he wanted them to appear in before reshuffling them all in the deck.
A smile formed on her face. She watched a few people lose their money to the street performer, but Amy decided to challenge his skills anyways. While the cards were fanned out, she looked for a specific pattern in the deck. Two cards that were accidentally stuck together from the shuffle. Grabbing two cards, she made it appear as if she only selected one. Focusing her eyes on the illusionist to make sure that he was distracted by looking right back at her. Showing the top card, it was a Jack of Hearts. However, she slipped only the card underneath it back into the deck and let him reshuffle.
After a few minutes, around a crowd of people, he revealed the card back to her. A Jack of Hearts. She blinked rapidly, before looking back to her hand where she held the hidden card which she thought to be the jack of hearts, only to see a two of clubs.
"Thought you'd trick me, did you?" the man said with a grin. It was obvious how he made his living. She wasn't sure how he switched the card out of her hand, but he was definitely a skilled telekinetic. It could also be possible he was a telepath, reading her thoughts of deception.
"Seems you won my money" she muttered.
"Don't be too hard on yourself." He replied. "It isn't the first time someone tried to fool me. I do this for a living though. Can't lose too often." He winked. The crowd was impressed, but unsure of exactly what happened, or how Amy had the two of clubs in her hand. They didn't seem to revolt on him as a cheater. Yet. But she wouldn't be cruel enough to reveal how he keeps winning to the crowd. Like he said, it was his living.
"Alright!" The boy responded. "The show starts at eight, but we'll be meeting at seven to hang out before the show. Make sure you show up!"
He seemed excited, as he and his buddies skated off on their boards. "Action Man" didn't seem that great of a movie title. Just the average explosions and cheesy lines she would expect. But the guys seemed harmless enough. One night wouldn't kill her. As she thought. Little did she know what laid in store for her later this day.
A street performer was nearby, entertaining the crowd with his unique ability. Flicking a deck of cards through the air, performing tricks that average humans marveled at. He would get various people to bet money on him being able to find their card, even though he shuffled the decks very thoroughly. Almost to the point it would be impossible to relocate the card. She could tell he was some kind of telekinetic, though he tried really hard to hide the fact. There was a lot of metahuman hate going on in the world, and she assumed he didn't want to be a part of it. She couldn't blame him, neither did she. Luckily for her, she could hide her abilities unlike some. All of the cards seemed to have independent thought, as each one sailed through the air, twisting and contorting to the exact location he wanted them to appear in before reshuffling them all in the deck.
A smile formed on her face. She watched a few people lose their money to the street performer, but Amy decided to challenge his skills anyways. While the cards were fanned out, she looked for a specific pattern in the deck. Two cards that were accidentally stuck together from the shuffle. Grabbing two cards, she made it appear as if she only selected one. Focusing her eyes on the illusionist to make sure that he was distracted by looking right back at her. Showing the top card, it was a Jack of Hearts. However, she slipped only the card underneath it back into the deck and let him reshuffle.
After a few minutes, around a crowd of people, he revealed the card back to her. A Jack of Hearts. She blinked rapidly, before looking back to her hand where she held the hidden card which she thought to be the jack of hearts, only to see a two of clubs.
"Thought you'd trick me, did you?" the man said with a grin. It was obvious how he made his living. She wasn't sure how he switched the card out of her hand, but he was definitely a skilled telekinetic. It could also be possible he was a telepath, reading her thoughts of deception.
"Seems you won my money" she muttered.
"Don't be too hard on yourself." He replied. "It isn't the first time someone tried to fool me. I do this for a living though. Can't lose too often." He winked. The crowd was impressed, but unsure of exactly what happened, or how Amy had the two of clubs in her hand. They didn't seem to revolt on him as a cheater. Yet. But she wouldn't be cruel enough to reveal how he keeps winning to the crowd. Like he said, it was his living.
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Re: Daughters of Fate - (Invite Only)
by Chellizard April 10th 2013, 10:15 pm
Aiva's alarm sent Skyler into a, seemingly calm, panic. She flicked her eyes to Lilia and pointed to the stairs. Aiva vanished with a glitched flicker, and then, without warning, the door was kicked off of it's hinges. Skyler braced herself, and leaned her shoulder into the door so it landed against the closet perpendicular to the front door. She was knocked back a bit, but recovered just as quickly. Letting her eyes flick over Salt, she offered one of her sheep in wolf's clothing grins. Placing a hand on her hip, she stuck her left index finger between her teeth and bit down playfully.
Her form was moist, not having dried off fully before sliding into her clothes. Her five feet and seven inch form was nearly all leg, so standing there in her shorts and tank top combo likely gave Salt's already bulging pants less stretch room. Smirking toward him, she offered herself, somewhat, stepping forward to block the shallow foyer for a moment.
"What brings you here with such short notice, Salt honey?" she asks, her Southern twang thick, but sweet and ear piercingly convincing.
"I'm here for my little slut, wench." he said, annoyed that he had to repeat what he had already said. Was she really this dumb?
Flinching mentally, Skyler scolded herself. She hated playing this person. Hated being this monster. Hated being this faux pas. Shaking her head, lightly, she stepped aside. "Boooys, do come in. I was just playing a game of hide and go fuck with Lilia. She's hiding from me, too. Can I please play my game before we continue this little conversation?" she asked, but was jerked forward into Salt, his hand grabbing her plump derriere. It forced a scowl to flash over her face before another faux Cheshire grin stole her lips.
"Five minutes, bitch. Then my boys really do get to look for her, and my offer of a month of sweet prima ballerina still stands." Salt smirked and slapped Skyler's ass before letting her go. He called the boys to the kitchen where one of them started to rummage the fridge for food.
Glancing about for a moment, Skyler ducked into the stairwell and took the stairs quickly. Aiva popped up in the living room to distract the men, her outfit having changed to something.. very dominatrix in style. Even for a hologram, she was programmed to do what she must.
Skyler stepped into the bedroom, and quietly shut the door behind of her and then stepped into the bathroom and checked the towel closet. It was small, but Lilia was so tiny she could fit. It was likely one of the safest places, but she wasn't there.
Checking the actual closet was next, and Skyler was so thankful to find Lilia. Sliding into the closet, she shut the doors behind of her and knelt down. "My sweet baby girl.. they need you to hunt down Anu.. I'll go in your place, though. Just stand behind me, okay? And work up some tears. Pinch your cheeks a tiny bit, put some color in them. Make it look like I've just "punished" you." she said, gently pinching Lilia's supple, porcelain cheeks. Smiling weakly, Skyler messed up her hair, and tore a rip into the collar of Lilia's shirt with a sharp tug. It almost broke her heart in two, but she toughened up and gave a soft count down. "On three, you let out a scream." she ordered softly, and then counted.
One.
Heavy foot steps came up the stairs, multiple people.
Two.
The foot steps marched passed the shut master bedroom, but shuffling steps soon stopped before the door.
Three.
The doors to the bedroom were opened, and Skyler was dragging Lilia out of the closet.
"I told you I'd find you, you little bitch!" she snarled in English, keeping Lilia's handicap to the English language in play. Skyler knew that Lilia had learned certain English words, but most of the ones Salt used, Skyler avoided teaching her. At least until Skyler was sure Lilia was emotionally and mentally ready to handle the abusive phrases and terms.
Licking his lips, Salt burped and had no shame to cover his mouth, or even close it. He was too busy drooling over his prize. Little Lilia Ivanov. Licking his lips, once again, his leathery tongue slid over his cracked lips. Yellow teeth, alcohol and cigarette stained, were flashed when his pudgy face curled into a wide grin. "There's my little fuck toy!" he almost cooed and waved for the boys to grab her away from Skyler.
Skyler was reluctant to let go, and it almost made her strike the nearest Theta soldier. She wouldn't, though, as long as the boys weren't rough on her. A flash of anger, however, rose in her eyes, and chest, when Salt's hands wrapped around of Lilia's shoulders.
"No..!" raced through Skyler's mind.
Salt's hand was reared back.
The boys in the room formed a circle around the three.
Everything seemed to get far away.
Skyler's heart raced.
Salt's hand came down across Lilia's cheek.
"No!"
An actual shout this time.
Skyler moved herself forward and snapped herself around, grabbing for the nearest soldiers gun. A simple AK-47. Her reflexes played to her side when she jabbed her fingers up and into his adam's apple, sending the man buckling to his knees, the pain racing down his spine. The shock of the force sent a sharp blast through his nervous system, forcing him to pass out. This all happened in less than two seconds, and then she had the gun pointed at Salt's head.
"Agent Karma.. I advise you drop the weapon." Salt commanded, the other five-ten men raising their weapons to point them at Skyler.
Her chest rose and fell with anger and she narrowed her eyes. "Let go of my da--amn.. toy.." she said, almost breaking character. She had almost called Lilia her daughter, but recovered quickly with a quick hitch in her country accent.
The Theta squad released their safeties. All the clicks of the guns around of her had her counting in her head silently. The moments it would take to kill everyone in this room. Roughly five. But, she would be putting Lilia into harms way if she did the plan she had first thought of. Her second would be to drop the gun and resort to hand to hand combat. Everyone was within arms reach, she could snap their necks easily.
Still, though.. Salt would run the moment Skyler moved to attack one of the men, and then Lilia would still be in his clutches. She had to stop them, though.
"I'll go hunt down whomever you need," she said, lowering the gun. She then started to dismember it, taking it apart in less than three seconds. The metal clicking against metal was softly muttered within the room while Skyler watched a struggling Lilia. She was within Salt's grasp, his hand around of her wrist. This infuriated Skyler.
She had to do it. Still holding the stock of the gun in her hand, she flung it and nailed Salt in the forehead, and then spun into a roundhouse kick. The heel of her right foot took two men down. Once her right foot touched the wooden floor, her left was arched into a bend, her knee moving into the gut of a soldier coming toward her. Without warning, a soldier behind of her grappled her, and another produced a syringe. Salt had recovered from the blow to his head, and Lilia was still being man handled. Skyler had lost the moment the needle pierced her skin.
A serum, one that could halt her regeneration, and thus prevent her from healing from injury, was pushed into her blood stream. She coughed and wrenched out of the man's grip to look at them. She had no idea what the serum was. She assumed it was a paralysis. But, it wasn't. Another soldier slammed the butt of his rifle into the back of her head, and she slumped to her knees, and fell forward. Unconscious.
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Time had passed and Skyler came to.
The house was a mess. Her room was a mess. She felt sick, and blood was on the floor around of her head. She had lost a lot of it. But, feeling the back of her head, she had regenerated from the blow. Putting the syringe and it's effects together, she realized what had happened. They had found a way to halt her regeneration. But, that aside, she needed to find Lilia. Aiva popped up in front of Skyler, back in her regular attire.
"Mama.. they.. took her.. they took her away! I tried.. I tried to stop them.." Aiva would cry, if she could. All she could do was simulate heavy sadness. Skyler frowned and stood up, shaking her head. "I will find him.. and I will kill him." she said, clenching her fists.
What goes around.... comes around.
Her form was moist, not having dried off fully before sliding into her clothes. Her five feet and seven inch form was nearly all leg, so standing there in her shorts and tank top combo likely gave Salt's already bulging pants less stretch room. Smirking toward him, she offered herself, somewhat, stepping forward to block the shallow foyer for a moment.
"What brings you here with such short notice, Salt honey?" she asks, her Southern twang thick, but sweet and ear piercingly convincing.
"I'm here for my little slut, wench." he said, annoyed that he had to repeat what he had already said. Was she really this dumb?
Flinching mentally, Skyler scolded herself. She hated playing this person. Hated being this monster. Hated being this faux pas. Shaking her head, lightly, she stepped aside. "Boooys, do come in. I was just playing a game of hide and go fuck with Lilia. She's hiding from me, too. Can I please play my game before we continue this little conversation?" she asked, but was jerked forward into Salt, his hand grabbing her plump derriere. It forced a scowl to flash over her face before another faux Cheshire grin stole her lips.
"Five minutes, bitch. Then my boys really do get to look for her, and my offer of a month of sweet prima ballerina still stands." Salt smirked and slapped Skyler's ass before letting her go. He called the boys to the kitchen where one of them started to rummage the fridge for food.
Glancing about for a moment, Skyler ducked into the stairwell and took the stairs quickly. Aiva popped up in the living room to distract the men, her outfit having changed to something.. very dominatrix in style. Even for a hologram, she was programmed to do what she must.
Skyler stepped into the bedroom, and quietly shut the door behind of her and then stepped into the bathroom and checked the towel closet. It was small, but Lilia was so tiny she could fit. It was likely one of the safest places, but she wasn't there.
Checking the actual closet was next, and Skyler was so thankful to find Lilia. Sliding into the closet, she shut the doors behind of her and knelt down. "My sweet baby girl.. they need you to hunt down Anu.. I'll go in your place, though. Just stand behind me, okay? And work up some tears. Pinch your cheeks a tiny bit, put some color in them. Make it look like I've just "punished" you." she said, gently pinching Lilia's supple, porcelain cheeks. Smiling weakly, Skyler messed up her hair, and tore a rip into the collar of Lilia's shirt with a sharp tug. It almost broke her heart in two, but she toughened up and gave a soft count down. "On three, you let out a scream." she ordered softly, and then counted.
One.
Heavy foot steps came up the stairs, multiple people.
Two.
The foot steps marched passed the shut master bedroom, but shuffling steps soon stopped before the door.
Three.
The doors to the bedroom were opened, and Skyler was dragging Lilia out of the closet.
"I told you I'd find you, you little bitch!" she snarled in English, keeping Lilia's handicap to the English language in play. Skyler knew that Lilia had learned certain English words, but most of the ones Salt used, Skyler avoided teaching her. At least until Skyler was sure Lilia was emotionally and mentally ready to handle the abusive phrases and terms.
Licking his lips, Salt burped and had no shame to cover his mouth, or even close it. He was too busy drooling over his prize. Little Lilia Ivanov. Licking his lips, once again, his leathery tongue slid over his cracked lips. Yellow teeth, alcohol and cigarette stained, were flashed when his pudgy face curled into a wide grin. "There's my little fuck toy!" he almost cooed and waved for the boys to grab her away from Skyler.
Skyler was reluctant to let go, and it almost made her strike the nearest Theta soldier. She wouldn't, though, as long as the boys weren't rough on her. A flash of anger, however, rose in her eyes, and chest, when Salt's hands wrapped around of Lilia's shoulders.
"No..!" raced through Skyler's mind.
Salt's hand was reared back.
The boys in the room formed a circle around the three.
Everything seemed to get far away.
Skyler's heart raced.
Salt's hand came down across Lilia's cheek.
"No!"
An actual shout this time.
Skyler moved herself forward and snapped herself around, grabbing for the nearest soldiers gun. A simple AK-47. Her reflexes played to her side when she jabbed her fingers up and into his adam's apple, sending the man buckling to his knees, the pain racing down his spine. The shock of the force sent a sharp blast through his nervous system, forcing him to pass out. This all happened in less than two seconds, and then she had the gun pointed at Salt's head.
"Agent Karma.. I advise you drop the weapon." Salt commanded, the other five-ten men raising their weapons to point them at Skyler.
Her chest rose and fell with anger and she narrowed her eyes. "Let go of my da--amn.. toy.." she said, almost breaking character. She had almost called Lilia her daughter, but recovered quickly with a quick hitch in her country accent.
The Theta squad released their safeties. All the clicks of the guns around of her had her counting in her head silently. The moments it would take to kill everyone in this room. Roughly five. But, she would be putting Lilia into harms way if she did the plan she had first thought of. Her second would be to drop the gun and resort to hand to hand combat. Everyone was within arms reach, she could snap their necks easily.
Still, though.. Salt would run the moment Skyler moved to attack one of the men, and then Lilia would still be in his clutches. She had to stop them, though.
"I'll go hunt down whomever you need," she said, lowering the gun. She then started to dismember it, taking it apart in less than three seconds. The metal clicking against metal was softly muttered within the room while Skyler watched a struggling Lilia. She was within Salt's grasp, his hand around of her wrist. This infuriated Skyler.
She had to do it. Still holding the stock of the gun in her hand, she flung it and nailed Salt in the forehead, and then spun into a roundhouse kick. The heel of her right foot took two men down. Once her right foot touched the wooden floor, her left was arched into a bend, her knee moving into the gut of a soldier coming toward her. Without warning, a soldier behind of her grappled her, and another produced a syringe. Salt had recovered from the blow to his head, and Lilia was still being man handled. Skyler had lost the moment the needle pierced her skin.
A serum, one that could halt her regeneration, and thus prevent her from healing from injury, was pushed into her blood stream. She coughed and wrenched out of the man's grip to look at them. She had no idea what the serum was. She assumed it was a paralysis. But, it wasn't. Another soldier slammed the butt of his rifle into the back of her head, and she slumped to her knees, and fell forward. Unconscious.
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Time had passed and Skyler came to.
The house was a mess. Her room was a mess. She felt sick, and blood was on the floor around of her head. She had lost a lot of it. But, feeling the back of her head, she had regenerated from the blow. Putting the syringe and it's effects together, she realized what had happened. They had found a way to halt her regeneration. But, that aside, she needed to find Lilia. Aiva popped up in front of Skyler, back in her regular attire.
"Mama.. they.. took her.. they took her away! I tried.. I tried to stop them.." Aiva would cry, if she could. All she could do was simulate heavy sadness. Skyler frowned and stood up, shaking her head. "I will find him.. and I will kill him." she said, clenching her fists.
What goes around.... comes around.
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Re: Daughters of Fate - (Invite Only)
by Twinkletoes April 12th 2013, 12:44 am
Fear plunged its icy talons into the frantic heart of the ballerina, ravaging her core over and over again as her anxiety began to manifest into the physical. The blood had all but drained from her face, rosy cheeks now pale as a corpse; her breathing was a desperate race to catch oxygen as her body shook with terror. The darkness within the wardrobe was her only comfort, a safe haven from the demons that lurked on the lower floor. They were seeking her out, they wanted her flesh and the only thing between them and her was Skyler. Her brave, fearless and inspirational guardian had chosen to take this painful route with her, even going as far as pretending to be some insane dominatrix to quell any suspicions that she was in fact Lilia's 'mother'. The absolute fear that her silver haired guardian would fall victim to Salt pained the young agent, she felt guilty for leaving the woman downstairs all by herself. What if she got hurt? Such thoughts flooded her consciousness till the point that she was no longer paying attention, choosing to cover her head with her arms and in between her knees. Skyler's abrupt arrival taking her off guard.
The young agent would have screamed, but the sound was nothing more than a strained croak. Relief washed over Lilia as her eyes began to bubble, the peachy lips quivering as the suffocating fear finally took hold of her body. She collapsed into Skyler's form, silently pleading with the woman not to go outside, she knew this hurt her mother just as much as it did her. What woman could witness the abuse of her daughter without doing anything? Lilia could see the absolute pain in sorrowful silver irises, she felt the trepidation as her guardian tore into her her sweater, the only piece of protective clothing she had on. Was Skyler as scared as her?
"...I'm scared..", was all the Russian teenager could whisper, clinging onto her guardian before letting out a 'pained' scream as she was dragged out by her 'master'. Lilia needed to stay in character, she needed to pretend to be Skyler's snivelling slavegirl if she wanted to protect her silver haired guardian. A lot was at stake and she could not jeopardise the pained efforts that Dr Karma had put into this tragic roleplay. The scream, however, soon turned into a real one when she came face to face with not only Salt, but his pack of ravenous troops. She knew these men. Every single sneering face haunted her nightmares, every man present had taken a turn at her body during her captivity and seeing them all crowded in her bedroom was a horrifying experience.
Almost instantly after being revealed to the monstrous crowd Lilia felt her body get yanked out of Skyler's grip, the force of being pulled knocking the wind out of her core. Salt already had his hands on her, the vile alcohol tainted breath clouding her senses as she desperately tried to focus every remaining sliver of attention on her mother. She felt his arm coil around her waist, the curious fingers crawling underneath the sweater and into places she dare not think about, the shame of having such blatant abuse happen in front of her mother send a sickening wave of shock throughout her very core. The ballerina's body was frozen, every lingering touch from Salt's rough hands sent an icy jolt though her supple skin. Just look at Skyler...she'll save you, the terrified girl thought to herself, trying to block out the view of all the monsters who surrounded her.
But no, fate would not allow the ballerina respite. She was Salt's toy and not even Skyler could save her.
What happened next was but a painful blur, a terrifying spectacle which would haunt the young agent's conscious for as long as she lived. Skyler attacked them, without warning and full well knowing the consequences of her actions. Men dropped like flies, the doctor's hits were deliberate and well timed but futile in the end. Regardless of how many troopers lay writhing on the floor there were simply too many to take on all at once. They were not fools, they were trained killers and no amount of martial arts would stop them. Lilia witnessed her mother's incapacitation, she watched as Skyler's eyes rolled back into her head and her body collapsed onto the ground, blood profusely pouring out of the skull.
This was never meant to happen.
Why is she not getting up..?
An ear piercing scream escaped the young agent's throat as she desperately scrambled to Skyler's side, clawing at Salt's arm and frantically kicking her legs out in an attempt to escape the vile man's iron grip. Tears streamed down her face, the salty moisture stinging her eyes as hysterical squeals of terror ripped off of her vocal chords. What did they do to Skyler? Lilia stubbornly fought against her abusers, flailing like a crazed asylum patient to simply get across the room and by her mother's side. She did not care if their cover was blown, if she was to get killed then she was going to die by her mother's side...unfortunately death was too big a gift for Salt to grant her and after some fruitless attempts of escaping his grip she was dragged out of the room by her hair, the last glimpse of her mother laying in a pool of thick crimson. They had both lost to Salt.
"It's been a while hasn't it boys? I think the little slut would be perfect for Jamie's initiation...looks like Dr Karma was already halfway done with her", Salt chuckled, his throat gurgling with a disgusting giddiness, "Look at this shit! She's only wearing a sweater...oh and what's this?! Your mistress got you some pretty underwear as well? You're a spoilt little whore aren't you?" , the man sneered, knowing full well the girl could not understand him. Salt's hands eagerly rifled underneath her sweater and caressing whatever inch of skin he could get his hands on and tearing at the pretty bra her mother had bought for her, it truly was horrifying.
Lilia's heart stopped beating for a mere moment, her body going limp as she was carelessly dragged down the stairs in nothing but her sweater. These men had no shame, they did not care for her pain or her humiliation. She was a piece of meat, a delicacy they could enjoy until her bones were nothing more than brittle splinters scattered inside a tarnished corpse. The shimmering cerulean eyes grew weary, the severe abuse that the girl knew was going to happen very soon weighing heavily on her wounded soul.
"LET GO OF HER THIS INSTANT!", cried a familiar voice, a frantic glowing figure rushing at the group of men in the vain attempts at stopping them. Lilia wanted to respond to the voice, she wished she could tell Skyler and Aiva she loved them dearly...but it was too late, Agent Etoile had already blacked out.
...
Jamie Paterson Jnr; Eighteen years of age. Charged with second degree murder and attempted rape on August the 3rd squirmed in his rigid leather chair, gloved fingers fiddling with the hammer of his pistol that he clutched in his grip. A young man full of promise now nothing more than a hollow shell of his former self, the jury labeled him as a danger to society, a juvenile menace who sought to reign anarchy on a society that desperately wanted to help troubled youth like him. He hated being called crazy, he wasn't crazy...everyone else was. They were sending him to jail for manslaughter? He killed the fucking taxi driver because he wouldn't let him out of the cab, the old immigrant deserved it. Attempted rape? That girl was dressed like a whore to begin with, she deserved every bit of affection he gave her in the back of that nightclub. Twenty four years of prison time was what he was granted, parole was only a possibility after ten years of good behaviour whilst in the jail. He regretted nothing of his crimes, he was merely a young man taking life by the balls and he enjoyed the mass attention he was getting in the media. People labeled him 'Jamie the Jester' for the amount of tasteless jokes he pulled off during his trial. He was an anarchist, plain and simple. the attention he was granted by the wider community eventually brought out some positives for him, not that he thought so at the time.
A man named Franklin Slaters had approached the district attorney and offered to place Jamie in Dominus, not only as a means to discipline the young man but to also teach him valuable life skills such as 'honour, respect and hard work'. If the District attorney wasn't such a gullible idiot then Jaime would have never been acquitted of his twenty four years imprisonment, instead he was now part of some military group. At first it sounded like a horrible idea, but Franklin Salters was a sly character. The man needed 'special' boys like Jame, he required the young man's passionate rage and willingness to destroy any boundary that dare stand in his way. It had been four hard months of training, learning who his enemies were and how to properly hunt them down and today was his initiation.
When Salt had returned from his brief visit to some Dominatrix bitch's house he did not expect the man to return with some snivelling little slut. The girl was an absolute wreck, bruises and cuts marked her porcelain skin and her only visible piece of clothing, an oversized sweater was torn down the shoulder. She was petite and very skinny, her age a mystery to the young man. Was she sixteen or was she eighteen? It didn't really concern him however when his boss, the ever entertaining Franklin Salters, stomped his way into the chopper with a bruised forehead and a devious grin on his fat lips.
"Boy it's about time you become one of us!", he decreed, the other men present nodding their heads in agreement. They all had knowing smiles, like this was all some sick plan from the get-go. However, things took a strangely interesting turn when the dainty little thing was thrown at his feet. The pitiful little slut was even crying, her body was shaking like she was under some sort of drug.
"So uhh...is she like gonna give me a blow job or something? Because let me be fucking honest with you guys, it was getting a bit homo all cramped in this space with so many dudes..", he grinned cheekily, patting the girl on her soft honeysuckle hair. She was pretty, too bad her boobs were so small.
"You can do whatever you want with her kiddo! She's your initiation present, a metahuman whore whose more than willing make up for that girl who accused you of rape!", Salt chuckled, knocking the girl over with the tip of his boot. It will be a few hours till we touch down in L.A, so fuck her to your hearts content!", the unshaven agent smirked, slapping Jamie on his shoulder before taking his seat near the cockpit of the chopper.
Jamie remained silent for a moment, his brow raised in fascination at this new reveal. How thoughtful of Franklin Salters to provide him with an Initiation present, one which was admittedly already half wrapped but still good nonetheless. Bending forward and clasping the girl by her face the young man took a long hard look into her sad blue eyes, those tear stains cheeks making him that bit more excited for what was to come. The bulge in his pants was already annoyingly restrictive so it was time to put his squirming desires to good use. He didn't care who this girl was, all he knew was that she was essential to their current mission and for assisting him in releasing some much needed sexual frustration.
"I see...well how about we get this ugly old sweater off you..."
...
The day had only just begun, the gears of fate turning as two paths were soon going to collide into one. Daughters of fate they were, tied in the contorted maze of life...it was only a matter of hours before they were thrust into each other's life.
The young agent would have screamed, but the sound was nothing more than a strained croak. Relief washed over Lilia as her eyes began to bubble, the peachy lips quivering as the suffocating fear finally took hold of her body. She collapsed into Skyler's form, silently pleading with the woman not to go outside, she knew this hurt her mother just as much as it did her. What woman could witness the abuse of her daughter without doing anything? Lilia could see the absolute pain in sorrowful silver irises, she felt the trepidation as her guardian tore into her her sweater, the only piece of protective clothing she had on. Was Skyler as scared as her?
"...I'm scared..", was all the Russian teenager could whisper, clinging onto her guardian before letting out a 'pained' scream as she was dragged out by her 'master'. Lilia needed to stay in character, she needed to pretend to be Skyler's snivelling slavegirl if she wanted to protect her silver haired guardian. A lot was at stake and she could not jeopardise the pained efforts that Dr Karma had put into this tragic roleplay. The scream, however, soon turned into a real one when she came face to face with not only Salt, but his pack of ravenous troops. She knew these men. Every single sneering face haunted her nightmares, every man present had taken a turn at her body during her captivity and seeing them all crowded in her bedroom was a horrifying experience.
Almost instantly after being revealed to the monstrous crowd Lilia felt her body get yanked out of Skyler's grip, the force of being pulled knocking the wind out of her core. Salt already had his hands on her, the vile alcohol tainted breath clouding her senses as she desperately tried to focus every remaining sliver of attention on her mother. She felt his arm coil around her waist, the curious fingers crawling underneath the sweater and into places she dare not think about, the shame of having such blatant abuse happen in front of her mother send a sickening wave of shock throughout her very core. The ballerina's body was frozen, every lingering touch from Salt's rough hands sent an icy jolt though her supple skin. Just look at Skyler...she'll save you, the terrified girl thought to herself, trying to block out the view of all the monsters who surrounded her.
But no, fate would not allow the ballerina respite. She was Salt's toy and not even Skyler could save her.
What happened next was but a painful blur, a terrifying spectacle which would haunt the young agent's conscious for as long as she lived. Skyler attacked them, without warning and full well knowing the consequences of her actions. Men dropped like flies, the doctor's hits were deliberate and well timed but futile in the end. Regardless of how many troopers lay writhing on the floor there were simply too many to take on all at once. They were not fools, they were trained killers and no amount of martial arts would stop them. Lilia witnessed her mother's incapacitation, she watched as Skyler's eyes rolled back into her head and her body collapsed onto the ground, blood profusely pouring out of the skull.
This was never meant to happen.
Why is she not getting up..?
An ear piercing scream escaped the young agent's throat as she desperately scrambled to Skyler's side, clawing at Salt's arm and frantically kicking her legs out in an attempt to escape the vile man's iron grip. Tears streamed down her face, the salty moisture stinging her eyes as hysterical squeals of terror ripped off of her vocal chords. What did they do to Skyler? Lilia stubbornly fought against her abusers, flailing like a crazed asylum patient to simply get across the room and by her mother's side. She did not care if their cover was blown, if she was to get killed then she was going to die by her mother's side...unfortunately death was too big a gift for Salt to grant her and after some fruitless attempts of escaping his grip she was dragged out of the room by her hair, the last glimpse of her mother laying in a pool of thick crimson. They had both lost to Salt.
"It's been a while hasn't it boys? I think the little slut would be perfect for Jamie's initiation...looks like Dr Karma was already halfway done with her", Salt chuckled, his throat gurgling with a disgusting giddiness, "Look at this shit! She's only wearing a sweater...oh and what's this?! Your mistress got you some pretty underwear as well? You're a spoilt little whore aren't you?" , the man sneered, knowing full well the girl could not understand him. Salt's hands eagerly rifled underneath her sweater and caressing whatever inch of skin he could get his hands on and tearing at the pretty bra her mother had bought for her, it truly was horrifying.
Lilia's heart stopped beating for a mere moment, her body going limp as she was carelessly dragged down the stairs in nothing but her sweater. These men had no shame, they did not care for her pain or her humiliation. She was a piece of meat, a delicacy they could enjoy until her bones were nothing more than brittle splinters scattered inside a tarnished corpse. The shimmering cerulean eyes grew weary, the severe abuse that the girl knew was going to happen very soon weighing heavily on her wounded soul.
"LET GO OF HER THIS INSTANT!", cried a familiar voice, a frantic glowing figure rushing at the group of men in the vain attempts at stopping them. Lilia wanted to respond to the voice, she wished she could tell Skyler and Aiva she loved them dearly...but it was too late, Agent Etoile had already blacked out.
...
Jamie Paterson Jnr; Eighteen years of age. Charged with second degree murder and attempted rape on August the 3rd squirmed in his rigid leather chair, gloved fingers fiddling with the hammer of his pistol that he clutched in his grip. A young man full of promise now nothing more than a hollow shell of his former self, the jury labeled him as a danger to society, a juvenile menace who sought to reign anarchy on a society that desperately wanted to help troubled youth like him. He hated being called crazy, he wasn't crazy...everyone else was. They were sending him to jail for manslaughter? He killed the fucking taxi driver because he wouldn't let him out of the cab, the old immigrant deserved it. Attempted rape? That girl was dressed like a whore to begin with, she deserved every bit of affection he gave her in the back of that nightclub. Twenty four years of prison time was what he was granted, parole was only a possibility after ten years of good behaviour whilst in the jail. He regretted nothing of his crimes, he was merely a young man taking life by the balls and he enjoyed the mass attention he was getting in the media. People labeled him 'Jamie the Jester' for the amount of tasteless jokes he pulled off during his trial. He was an anarchist, plain and simple. the attention he was granted by the wider community eventually brought out some positives for him, not that he thought so at the time.
A man named Franklin Slaters had approached the district attorney and offered to place Jamie in Dominus, not only as a means to discipline the young man but to also teach him valuable life skills such as 'honour, respect and hard work'. If the District attorney wasn't such a gullible idiot then Jaime would have never been acquitted of his twenty four years imprisonment, instead he was now part of some military group. At first it sounded like a horrible idea, but Franklin Salters was a sly character. The man needed 'special' boys like Jame, he required the young man's passionate rage and willingness to destroy any boundary that dare stand in his way. It had been four hard months of training, learning who his enemies were and how to properly hunt them down and today was his initiation.
When Salt had returned from his brief visit to some Dominatrix bitch's house he did not expect the man to return with some snivelling little slut. The girl was an absolute wreck, bruises and cuts marked her porcelain skin and her only visible piece of clothing, an oversized sweater was torn down the shoulder. She was petite and very skinny, her age a mystery to the young man. Was she sixteen or was she eighteen? It didn't really concern him however when his boss, the ever entertaining Franklin Salters, stomped his way into the chopper with a bruised forehead and a devious grin on his fat lips.
"Boy it's about time you become one of us!", he decreed, the other men present nodding their heads in agreement. They all had knowing smiles, like this was all some sick plan from the get-go. However, things took a strangely interesting turn when the dainty little thing was thrown at his feet. The pitiful little slut was even crying, her body was shaking like she was under some sort of drug.
"So uhh...is she like gonna give me a blow job or something? Because let me be fucking honest with you guys, it was getting a bit homo all cramped in this space with so many dudes..", he grinned cheekily, patting the girl on her soft honeysuckle hair. She was pretty, too bad her boobs were so small.
"You can do whatever you want with her kiddo! She's your initiation present, a metahuman whore whose more than willing make up for that girl who accused you of rape!", Salt chuckled, knocking the girl over with the tip of his boot. It will be a few hours till we touch down in L.A, so fuck her to your hearts content!", the unshaven agent smirked, slapping Jamie on his shoulder before taking his seat near the cockpit of the chopper.
Jamie remained silent for a moment, his brow raised in fascination at this new reveal. How thoughtful of Franklin Salters to provide him with an Initiation present, one which was admittedly already half wrapped but still good nonetheless. Bending forward and clasping the girl by her face the young man took a long hard look into her sad blue eyes, those tear stains cheeks making him that bit more excited for what was to come. The bulge in his pants was already annoyingly restrictive so it was time to put his squirming desires to good use. He didn't care who this girl was, all he knew was that she was essential to their current mission and for assisting him in releasing some much needed sexual frustration.
"I see...well how about we get this ugly old sweater off you..."
...
The day had only just begun, the gears of fate turning as two paths were soon going to collide into one. Daughters of fate they were, tied in the contorted maze of life...it was only a matter of hours before they were thrust into each other's life.
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