Sucker Punch || Phoenix Oct 2, 2013 23:32:25 GMT -4
Post by Shayde on Oct 2, 2013 23:32:25 GMT -4
Shayde had thought that tonight was going to be a good night when she woke up. Her Overmind, Darius, had gone to one of his lover's houses and had instructed her to simply "stay out of trouble" meaning that she was allowed to actually go and do whatever she pleased so long as she did not do anything that would get back to him and bring shame to his self imposed reputation. He was an Overmind of Greed and yet she could have sworn his main sin was Pride more often than not. But then, she hardly ever got a break from the man, spending far more time with him than anyone else and much more privy to the things that he sometimes managed to keep hidden from the general population of the world. She saw the monster while the rest of the world often only saw the suave gentleman that adored and cared for his Reaver.
Yeah, adored and care for? Sure, you could call it that, if you considered his use of her for his own personal desires, even when it was against her own free will a form of caring. Or perhaps it was the fact that he often treated her as nothing more than a pet, having her perform tricks in front of other Overminds just to prove how much control he had over her. Maybe that was the thing that made them believe the Overmind of Greed adored the small girl with glasses. After all, he was the kind soul for taking on such a defective Reaver was he not? Who the hell else would take a Reaver that had to wear glasses to see and couldn't speak? Surely he was a goddamn saint or something.
Yeah right. He was a bastard and if she could speak she would have told everyone that would listen, beatings and degrading sexual tasks be damned. But she could not, and instead she was forced to suffer in silence as he and those around him laughed at her expense. Time and time again Shayde was the center of their jokes, prodded and poked at to see if she would make a sound, asked embarrassing questions even though they knew she could not answer. Oh what she would given to be able to murder them all. To slaughter each and every last one of them and dance in a river of their blood.
Alas, that was not her fate though. Instead she was forced to suck it up and suffer alone inside of her own mind. Thoughts of her brother, Shadow, often the only thing that kept her sane on a daily basis. The killings helped too, though she did not do it nearly as often as her Reaver brethren. Unlike most, she did not understand why she was the way she was or why she felt the need to murder humans or anyone for that matter. Most of all though, she did not understand why she enjoyed it so...and that right there was something she loved to try and reflect upon on these rare occasions when she got out from under the iron grip of her Master.
In fact, she reflected on it so much that she had even taken to studying psychology as a means of figuring out just what the hell was wrong with her brain. Contrary to what most people thought, the fact that she did not speak did not mean she was subsequently stupid. She was actually rather intelligent for her age, even counting the years she had spent as a Reaver. In fact, both she and Shadow had been gifted with rather high intellects, even if he had been less willing to show his when it came to studies.
No, studying had always been her thing. Not his. Even now, five years after the world had ended and four years after she had taken that deal from Satan, here she was at the University of Fort York, having just left the library and carrying a stack of books written about abnormal psychology. There were two heavy text books and three smaller books which had been written profiling various serial killers. She figured, maybe, just maybe somewhere within these pages was the information which would unlock the secrets of her mind.
Granted, after five years of trying to figure it out, and every year before that since the age of thirteen, she was starting to become a bit concerned that it would never happen, but with so little left in this world to live for, she held tightly to the one thing she did have. Her hope that she would some day figure it out.
Backpack shrugged up onto her left shoulder, she crossed her arms beneath that stack of books as she hugged them tightly to her chest. The hood of her sweatshirt pulled up over her head, she kept her head down in an attempt to seem much smaller than she already did, weaving her way through what had once been known as the quad of the University.
By now, the grass had long since become overgrown with no maintenance man to take care of it, which suited her just fine right now. It was almost as tall as she was, and if she had to, she could duck down and hide hopefully. See, usually when Shayde had a night off such as this, she would remain in the library until the threat of sunlight forced her to abandon her task and head home. But tonight, she had only been able to sit for a single hour before another Reaver had wandered in to find her sitting at one of the tables there.
At first, she thought that they were not going to have any problems, but then, the Reaver who stood a good six feet in height and wore a rather worn out lettermans jacket had tried to speak to her. Of course, he did not get any sort of verbal response, but instead a slight whisper inside of his head. It was then he had figured out she couldn't talk, and when combined with the fact that she was wearing glasses, he had taken that as free reign to begin fucking with her.
Naturally, rather than start a fight -as was typical behavior for Shayde- she had gathered up her things and pulled her hood up over her orange locks...and left. Without Shadow around to protect her and speak for her, she just did not know how to handle herself all that well. Oh she could fight, it was just that this situation seemed so much like her days spent in highschool, that the sense of nostalgia that it brought about pretty much rendered her useless. Besides, she didn't like fighting, as it usually led to the other half of her coming out...the half she was here trying to figure out. It was just easier to avoid than engage. It really was.
Problem was, the Reaver must have been bored, because even now as she tried to make her way through the quad, she could hear his voice following her. "Hey four eyes, why are you running away? Don't you like me?" He was a few eyes behind her when he said that, but then suddenly her hood was jerked down and those long orangish locks were flicked in a rather unpleasant manner.
Not bothering to waste the mental energy it took to reply to him with her mind she simply shook her head and hurried up her pace a bit. "Hey, hey, hey. I was talking to you." He spoke almost incredulously before his large, meaty arm wrapped about her slender shoulders and jerked her to a halt. "Aww come on, you wont even look at me." Her teeth capturing her lower lip as he gripped her chin and forced her to look up at him, though she was quick to jerk away and lower her gaze once more, pulling herself from his grasp as she shrugged his arm away and once more attempting to move forward.
The next thing she knew, a large hand came down as if swatting at a fly, only instead of an insect or anything, it was the books she held which were his target. The large volumes making a rather loud sound within the otherwise empty space as they crashed to the ground along with her notes she had been taking. The entirety of it all scattering as she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound and quickly slid her bag off so that she could use both hands to try and scramble up as much of her stuff as she could.
She knew this routine. If she took too long he would step on something or he would pick up her notes and start reading them, something she did not want him doing given the fact that she still felt shame over the things that she had done and dreamt about doing on a regular basis.
The sound of his laughter as he stood back and watched her striking a nerve, though in the end all she could do was hurry to try and pick up her stuff while tears brimmed within her bright green eyes. Surprisingly enough, right then, she just wanted to go home even though she knew that was not happening any time soon. Her hand just about to close around one of the text books she had been carrying when her mind suddenly shot back to the bag she had been carrying.
Eyes widening, she turned around only to see that her worst fear was confirmed. She had forgotten about it and wandered too far, and now, as he continued to laugh, the jock type Reaver bent down and scooped it up. "Now what do we have here? I bet you have all sorts of shit in here about the guys you like. What's the matter? Can't get a real date so you just have to dream about them all?" He laughed, loud enough it echoed through the quad as he flipped open her bag and began to rummage through it.
Everything his hand fell upon, he would throw to the ground after looking it over to see if there was anything he could use to harass her more. Of course, she knew what was in there, and though most of it she could do without, there was one thing she could not...the only picture she had left of her brother.
Shooting to her feet, she moved to try and grab her bag, only to be met with a large hand as he shoved her away and to the ground. Size did matter in the Reaver world, perhaps not as much as with humans, but still it did in this instance. Her rear end colliding with the ground as she choked back a sound, not about to let him know she could talk or make noise of any sort as she scrambled to get back up. The tears more prominent now as she did not go for the bag again, hopeful if she didn't he would give up before he found that picture she kept tucked away....if she lost that, well she didn't know what she would do. It was all she had and to lose it would be like losing the only thing she had left of Shadow. It would destroy her.