Chapter 5: A Magical Spark
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More freaky wierd monolouges that come straight from lirpa's twisted psyche. Be afraid, be very afraid. ;) Just kidding. Enjoy, and, as always, I love feedback.
Mystic Circle (5/?)
Chapter 5: A Magical Spark
by lirpa
Men are swine. It's ka simple fact proven over and over again. They're messy and dirty, and have absolutely no self-respect. There is absolutely nothing they won't do if they preceive they will receive a great enough reward. They will sell their souls, offer their children and parents for sacrifice, just so they can get what they want. Believe me, I know.
I was born a human on a small island in the Mediterrean. My childhood was full of critisism and resent. I should have been a boy, what use did my family have for another girl? I had three older sisters. Too many dowries to provide my father said. So I was taken to out to the woods and left to die. Only I didn;t die, I was found by a sorceres; she said I had talent, that I would be great some day.
I lived and learned from her until I was about twenty. When she professed she had nothign left to teach me I killed her. I killed the onw woman who had bothered to show me any kindness. But what does a sorceress need a family for? Or kindess? Or love? All I have ever needed is the power. I had that power, I didn't need anyone or anything. I lived alone on the island teacher had inhabited for a few millenia, before I moved off of it in favor of the city. They thought my island was haunted, that the ghosts of the people I'd killed roamed ther, and no one would come and visit me. And I've killed people without remorse. Why should I care? Their kind left me to die in a forest, just a young child. I remmber my father's death very well though.
*Flashback*
Magical fires burned all around me, people cried out in fear but I didn't care. I was here for one reason and one reason only. I found him near teh village well, cowering, from my fury. He looked up at me and he asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"Do you have a son?"
"Yes, and three daughters."
"No, four daughters."
"Well, the youngest wandered intot he forest. She must have been set upon an animal of some sort."
"She wasn't set upon by anything. Her father took her out there and left her to die."
"How," he swallowed," did you know that?"
"Because she didn't die."
And while he was still gazing at me in shock I reached in and ripped his still beating heart from his chest.
It was the most satisfying thing I'd ever done in all my life.
*End Flashback*
It still is the most satisfying thing I've ever done in my life. I hate me, men leave their daughters to die in forests and beat their wives. I kill men, with my magic and my bare hands to make the world a better place for everyone, all woman that is. Only one man is different, speacial. He brought me where I am today.
*Flashback*
"Come with me."
"It's a nice trick, vampire."
"Come with me, I can give you a family."
"I don't need a family. I think I'd like to gut you and hear you scream."
"Why?"
"Because you're male."
"I can protect you from those you would try to hurt you."
"I can protect myself."
"I can provide for you the family you crave."
"I told you," I screamed somewhat hysterically, "I don't need a family." And I broke down and cried, and cried, and cried. He held me ans whispered nonsense to me, like a lover, until I calmed down.
"Alright, you've proven your point. Let's go." And he didn't say anything, anything at all.
*End Flashback*
I hate him for that. I hate that he's seen me vulnerable, unable to defend myself. I'll kill him for that one day, slowly. My best friend, a faery, you've already met Jeff, haven't you?, tells me I'ma magical maniac. He gets away with saying this too. Has no one else noticed his hair?
I work with him though, I use my powers at the shows, the pyros are all me, and I work with Jeff and his "brother". Together the thre of us do things no one else would dare to try. They say we're extreme, they say we're crazy. Can't tell you if the former isjtrue but the latter surely is. And somewher along the way I picked up the name Lita. It's stuck.
