Diary of the Betrayed
Chapter One: Cursed to live as a Monster
Chapter One: Cursed to live as a Monster
July something horny, Year of the retarded cookies
Dear up your a** Diary,
Miharu hissed as she tried to lurch forward towards the girl she used to affectingly refer to as her sister. Her strength wasn’t enough to sever the chains that bound her though and she was sent falling backwards onto the cool metal of the large cage that she was trapped in. Clare giggled in response to her sister’s futile attempts to claw into her face. “Now, now, just tell me what to write in your diary and I’ll do it for you. There’s no need to be funny, I’ll write whatever you say.” The elder girl was seated comfortably in a chair not far from Miharu’s cage. In her hands was the little black book Miharu used as a diary, as well as a pen poised to write in it. “And remember, your name is Hatmon now.”
“Oh, piss off, you godforsaken b***h,” Hatmon said as she spit at Clare’s face. “How about you go kill yourself instead of wasting your lovely time waiting for me to give you something to write?” A look of boredom fell across her features as she rested her back against the cold, hard bars of the cage that served as her new ‘room’. A single furry clawed hand stuck its middle finger up at the girl before it fell to Hatmon’s side. “Maybe you should get a new face before you die, while you’re at it. Or else, no one will come to your funeral. Not like that’ll help since you have no friends anyway,” Hatmon jeered as she allowed her eyes to close so she wouldn’t have to look at the surrounding area. The girl knew Clare was just doing this for entertainment and she wasn’t about to give it to her.
Clare glared daggers at Hatmon as she slammed the book and the pen violently onto a nearby desk. Her hands balled into fists as she angrily rose from her chair and approached where Hatmon was resting against the cage. Two loud cries pierced the air as Clare grabbed Hatmon’s new tail and violently yanked on it causing her to respond with a harsh swipe of the claws against Clare’s exposed thigh. Tears stung the alchemist’s eyes as she was forced to release Hatmon’s tail to clench her bleeding leg. “You better watch your mouth…”
“Or what? You’ll—“ Hatmon was cut off before she could complete the sentence. Not by Clare though, but by the girls’ mother who had just entered the room. She was not pleased by the commotion the two were causing, and she let the both of them know that as her sickening laughter filled the room.
“Such a simple task you can’t accomplish, dear Clare,” the woman chuckled as she retrieved a clean white cloth from one of the tables and threw it at Clare to stop the bleeding with. “I figured since our lovely Hatmon is all caged up and unable to go to her room, it’d be nice to bring her diary down so she could write in it as usual.” Ungracefully, the woman shoved Clare aside as she stuck her face as close to Hatmon’s as the cage’s bars allowed. “Wasn’t that nice of us…” Her hand moved to Hatmon’s cheek as one of her long nails carved a cut into the unblemished girl’s face. “You stupid monster,” she cooed softly, her face a twisted expression of hate that didn’t match her honey laced voice.
As to repeat the ritual, Hatmon spit in the woman’s face before a grin stretched across her own. “Why don’t… you just piss off, mother?”A demented smile had found a home on Hatmon’s face as she spoke. Rather than look angry though, the woman simply smiled at the girl as she wiped the spit from her face. She stood up straight before brushing past Clare, who scrambled to get out of the woman’s way. Using both hands she picked up the discarded diary and flipped carelessly through the book’s well kept pages. “I refuse to let you people write in it for me…” Hatmon hissed lightly as she rubbed her paw against her freely bleeding cheek.
“Quite a mouth you have, but whether you want to or not… you will write in it,” the woman said as she turned to gaze at Hatmon. The instant she caught the girl’s eyes, Hatmon’s expression turned into one of terror; her every fiber wanting to hightail it right out of this living hell. “Care to write in it now?” She dared to ask as her left hand wander over to the desk and picked up the pen that lay on its polished surface. Unable to find the words to retort, Hatmon clenched her teeth and admitted defeat.
July 6th, Year Unknown, Day 3 of Hell
Dear Diary,
It has been three days since the people I refer to as my mother and sister turned me into something they call a chimera. Using alchemy they fused me together with a black fox, thus making me into a monster. To celebrate this achievement, or whatever, mother has been so kind as to give me a new name; Hatmon, which when you break it in half turns into Hat and Mon. The Hat part references my male name, Hatori, while the Mon part takes its origin from the word Monster. Such a fitting name, isn’t it? That’s not to say my name is the only thing that has changed, my appearance has as well. My figure hasn’t changed… much… aside from the additions of a tail, ears, and wings, plus my hands and feet now have claws. I imagine such things are not without their perks, as I have started to discover. While these are actually all quite large additions, the thing I noticed first was my hair. No longer is my hair the straight, dark blue I remember, but now it’s a curly black, to match the fur of the fox I imagine. There’s nothing else much to report.
Someone who thinks her mother and sister should really piss off,
Hatmon (Hatori Miharu)
“Well, I take it you’re pleased now?” Hatmon smugly asked as a yawn escaped her lips. Since the experiment had taken place, sleep wasn’t something she got much of anymore. Days and nights were filled with combinations of study and torture, so that when she got a chance to nap it was either fruitless due to the beating her body had taken, or the hard bottom of the cage making getting comfortable impossible. The only reason she had any sense of day and night was due to Clare reporting the date, as well as the time of day to her on occasion; otherwise she wouldn’t have a clue about how normal people were running their lives. For the most part though, she really didn’t have a clue, aside from the occasional whispers between Clare and her mother she managed to catch.
“That would be a correct assumption to make, m’dear.” The dark haired woman closed the book softly before returning it once again to the desk. “Now what shall we have you do today?” Her nails clicked softly against the wood of the desk, leaving a few, tiny dents where they hit too hard. “Any ideas, Hatmon?” The woman’s voice tickled Hatmon’s ears causing her to twitch and rub at the two fuzzy appendages on the top of her head. The sound of her voice wasn’t exactly displeasing, but it wasn’t pleasing either, rather it just simply irked her and made her jittery.
“Doing nothing at all is always an option,” Hatmon mumbled as her claws scratched restlessly at the metal bottom of the cage. Her sharp claws created a harsh screeching as they etched tiny fissures into the metal. Her eyes analyzed the small markings in an uninterested fashion, simply wishing her claws could be sharper somehow. If only they were stronger somehow, she could literally break her chains and escape.
The demonic alchemist shook her head and chuckled at Hatmon’s answer, causing the chimera to grit her teeth and scratch harder at the metal in an effort to drown out the distasteful sound of laughter. “Come to think of it, you must hate being locked up in cage all the time. Why don’t we let you… get some fresh air and stretch your legs a bit, hm?” Hatmon jerked her head suddenly in the direction of the woman, only to see her opening the door to her cage and reaching in to grab the chain attached to the collar around her neck. Weak, exhausted, and malnourished, Hatmon’s struggle was pitiful and fruitless. She could do not but watch with horror stricken eyes as her mother grabbed the chain and ripped the girl out of the cage and onto the floor of the basement. “A bit of exercise might do your body well.”
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“Are you trying to kill me?” Hatmon’s face was a mixture of rage and shock as she shielded her eyes from the harsh sunlight of noon time. Together with the older woman, Clare had helped drag Hatmon from the basement and into the beautiful courtyard in the middle of their home. Set up in the courtyard was a strange machine, the likes of which Hatmon had never laid eyes on during her entire business career. “What is this thing? Some sort of road on wheels?” Resisting the urge to bend over and sniff the machine, Hatmon settled for simply kicking it.
“It’s something like that…” Clare said as she yanked on Hatmon’s chain, in an effort to drag her onto the contraption, but her strength proved far from sufficient. Begrudgingly, the girl’s mother lent a hand and with a simple tug sent the unwilling chimera tumbling onto the machine. Hatmon hissed at the sudden added forced and moved to strike the woman, as she had done to her sister not many minutes ago. The woman proved to be slightly faster, and before Hatmon could knew what hit her she was sent crashing into the machine once more from a single kick to the chest.
“Surely what it is doesn’t concern you,” the dark haired woman mocked as she tugged as a few strands of Hatmon’s now equally black hair. “Not that your petite brain could understand, though even an animal like you can understand what it means to run, so hurry up and start doing so!”Her hand suddenly jerked upwards, nearly ripping the hairs she had grabbed hold of from Hatmon’s head before she decided to let go. The action sent Hatmon yelping as she scratched at her head so that the lingering pain would go away.
“Ya, whatever,” the chimera scoffed as she picked herself up off the ground and made an attempt to dust off her clothes. She was still in the same attire she had been wearing the other day when Clare had tricked her into coming down to the basement. Still not being quite used to the heavy clothes that were fashionable to woman, Hatmon had been wearing an elegantly embroidered, black coat overtop a silk, grey vest and a blue dress shirt, as well as matching pants. By now though, her clothes weren’t as well kept and pristine as before, rather most of the clothing had been torn off. Both the coat and vest had been lost two days earlier, leaving only the shirt and pants. Due to the torture and experimentation she had undergone, both garments had been torn in countless locations and were little more than rags covering key locations.
Despite not wanting to obey the commanding woman, Hatmon had little choice in the matter. Refusing too much could result in instant death, which at this point was starting to sound very appealing. As appealing as death was though, Hatmon had things she wanted to do before she died, mainly revenge on the two that had turned her into a monster. They kept her locked up and well guarded, but such precautions couldn’t last forever. One day they would surely slip up, and Hatmon would be ready to snatch the opportunity right up.
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They were really lucky that she hadn’t died! Many hours after the torturous, nonstop run began, the two alchemists figured she had finally reached her limit and returned to the basement with chimera in tow; after she had already fainted from dehydration. “I’m really quite disappointed,” the demon alchemist from another world said to her daughter. The air was mostly still and quiet, aside from the two alchemists’ voices and the soft thump, thump of Hatmon’s limp body being dragged down the stairs. “It seems our calculations were off this time. The stress will need to be higher in the future if we want her to transform.”
“Forgive me,” Clare said, expressing her disappointment and apologies for the failure. “I’ll come up with another idea for us to test out for tomorrow.” The girl’s pale blue eyes shined softly in the dim lighting that illuminated the stairway, as she focused them on Hatmon’s body. The woman she knew as mother walked a few steps in front of her so that she was able to drag the chimera’s body behind her. Soft groans escaped Hatmon’s throat each time her head smacked against one of the steps. “We’re going to need to fix her up tonight so she doesn’t die on us.”
“Yes, it would be a shame to lose such a valuable test subject. Not to mention, getting another one would prove very difficult.” The woman’s heels clicked against the stone floor of the basement as they reached to bottom of the stairs. Without looking back, she continued walking towards Hatmon’s cage, assuming Clare was right behind her. “I’ll leave this one to you. Make sure you clean her up as best you can.” She violently shoved the chimera back into her cage before closing and locking it once more. A grimace spread across her face as she examined her nails, visibly displeased that dirt had managed to get under them. Her crimson colored eyes proceeded to wander over her silky black dress before she noticed some dirt on that as well and attempted to dust the cloth off. “Tsk, dragging that girl down here got my nails and clothes covered in grim. Make sure you clean up the blood on the floor too.” The woman clicked her tongue a few times, and without another word departed the basement in favor of a bath.
The moment the elder alchemist had left, Clare dealt a single wicked kick to the side of Hatmon’s cage. The cage shook slightly, but otherwise did not move due to it being bolted to the very ground itself. Clare wasn’t exactly keen about having been left with this menial task of making Hatmon fix for ‘duty’ tomorrow, but she wasn’t about to skip out on the job either. Sighing, she scratched the back of her head before depositing two boxed lunches and two pitchers of water in the cage not far from where Hatmon lay bleeding in it, still knocked out. Clare knew the chimera wouldn’t be waking up for a while, but when she did she would need to regain her energy.
Hatmon’s body had received a number of cuts from the ‘studying’ they had just performed on her, resulting in the blood that now colored the floor in the places she had been dragged across. By now the wounds were already starting to heal thanks to the heightened recovery she had received after being transformed. Grabbing a nearby rag, she went to the task of cleaning the blood up off the floor and the stairs. Luckily there wasn’t that much and it was still fresh making the job of cleaning it off easier than if it has dried. The job finished, the rag was tossed aside before Clare’s attention was drawn back to the knocked out Hatmon. It worried her that the girl was still unconscious even after all the time she had spent cleaning. “Mi,” she whispered as she crouched down next to the cage and softly touched her sister’s hair; the touch causing the girl to stir slightly in response to it, but even so she still didn’t wake. “I’m so sorry for what we’ve done to you. I didn’t think mother would go this far, I know she had talked about it, but she never seemed serious…”
Clare’s voice trailed off for a moment as the girl wiped her eyes with the back of her arm. “I don’t expect you to forgive me… I still love you though, Mi, and someday I hope I can prove that to you. I don’t deserve your kindness anymore and you’re right to hate me… I want you to hate me… but…” Before standing up, she bent over and kissed her sister’s head softly. “One day I will set you free from this hell, and I will atone for my sins...” A sad smile spread across the timid girl’s face as she wiped her bleary eyes once more. As her mother had done moments before, she departed from the basement without looking back. Behind her, Hatmon’s eyes slowly peeked open to watch as the girl left the room and shut the lights off.
Despite the room not having any light, Hatmon’s sharp blue eyes sparkled slightly in the darkness as they began to adjust. Using her tail as well as her arms, she propped herself up and dragged her body the short distance it took to reach her meal for the night. “Don’t worry, Clare…” Hatmon coughed, her throat feeling rough and scratchy. A few more drops of blood hit the floor as she continued to cough before she grabbed one of the pitchers of water and downed it; the water proving beneficial. “I know you will… what are sisters for anyway?”
