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 Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 2:45 pm
Dmitri and Ariana VanMorass were wed in the high capital of Aracsna by a member of The Council. It wasn't long before the two were making attempts to start a family. After many missed attempts and several failures they succeeded and became the proud parents of a rather small egg sac, one that they both watched over vigilantly. After having such a difficult time conceiving they were both relieved when their little babe broke through and made her way into the world.
Sascha VanMorass peeled out of her egg sac with the help of two worried and watchful parents. Ariana was pleased that the child resembled Dmitri with his dark hair and skin as opposed to her own pale skin and light hair. Truly a sight to behold, Sascha was merely a smaller and chubbier version of her parents. Though unable to talk, within weeks Sascha was able to walk short distances under the careful eyes of her parents. As time passed she spoke her first word, "Mama," which mortified Dmitri to no end. Ariana never failed to tease her husband about it, either.
Dmitri was a proud father to his daughter although he had been hopeful for a son. (It seemed most Aracsnasians hoped for their firstborn to be male, without fail.) However, as time passed he grew more and more infatuated with his cherubic little darling. Soon after birth Sascha had her papa wrapped around her little finger, and Dmitri would often find himself catering to her every whim. Sascha never really had to burst into tears to attain what she desired -- Dmitri was there without fail to offer the little princess whatever she might request (and requests were rarely made because little Sascha was provided with any and everything a child should want).
Ariana was completely smitten with her daughter. She'd never dreamed she'd be a mother and to have such a darling little being completely reliant on her was something that she cherished. As each day passed Ariana fell more and more in love with her beloved daughter. Anything the small babe desired she received. And though the two would have loved to provide Sascha with a brother or a sister, after conceiving Sascha they found they were unable to do so again. This fact alone caused the two to shower Sascha with praise, gifts and love.
Little did the happy couple know that their cherished and beloved little baby would grow to become something they didn't understand. Through no fault of their own, and to the bafflement of others, Sascha would come to be a woman feared by all, respected by few, and condemned to rehabilitation.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 2:57 pm
When the time to enroll in school arrived, Dmitri and Ariana teetered on the verge of homeschooling their daughter. Sascha rarely spoke and they feared that she would be made fun of by her peers. Despite her lack of conversation the girl was brilliant at many things. She was much like a sponge when it came to any sort of information. Sascha craved learning, loved to work through problems. Against their better judgment Dmitri and Ariana allowed their pride and joy, Sascha, into public schools. They would never know that their daughter was oftentimes tortured by her classmates, who would corner the smaller runty girl and pull on her long black hair or the more sensitive hairs on her spindly legs, or pinch her unmercifully. She would take the abuse with an almost gleeful expression, tucking away the abuse and tactics that she would adapt and use in much more sinister ways. Never did she bring the frightful experiences to her parents.
As she grew older and in more cherished, solitary moments, Sascha would escape to a small, hidden cave across the bog near their home. There she would capture small animals and "experiment" on them. These experiments ranged from starving the hapless creatures to death, binding them in suffocatingly tight webs until they expired, injecting them with whatever fluids she could find via syringes stolen from school, or even cutting them to pieces as they squirmed, still alive and screaming in agony. Her little playthings, they were, cherished because they were unknown to her ever-watchful parents. They would never know that their little precious star, one that worried them with her erratic behaviors and rarely spoken words, would become the most notorious and beautiful murderer that Aracsna would ever see.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 2:58 pm
Three years into her adult life Sascha created something that would soon bring about the end of her life as a free woman.
It was merely by accident that Sascha crafted a mixture that allowed her to control the mind of any creature she desired. It wasn't really mind control as much as it was manipulation, but Sascha soon grew bored with implanting small squirrels and birds with the serum. Sascha craved more. More power, more slaves. Bigger and better.
Nikolai Patya was a troubled youth who lived on the streets. An orphan since he was a babe, the fourteen year old boy found himself transfixed by Sascha as she made one of her rare trips into town for supplies and consumables. She knew he was watching her and beckoned him over when it was time to leave the trade store. Arrangements were made and Nikolai carried her bags home for her for a few coin and the promise of a warm meal in his belly. He would never have guessed that it was the last coherent decision he would make for a long, long time.
Under the guise of brushing his matted hair back from his face, Sascha forcefully injected the boy with the mindcontrol serum. From that moment on the boy was known as Puppet One and was completely under her control. She used the boy to go into town for her to find more needy and homeless boys which were lured back to her home under the same pretense that he was; for a few coin and the promise of a warm meal they would carry the supplies for Nikolai back to Sascha's home. One boy, Pavel Yakov, would become Puppet Two. Sascha would inject these two boys on a daily basis for fear that the mindcontrol would wear off and she'd lose one. The other boys she lured in with the Puppets.. weren't so lucky.
Numerous boys were wrapped tightly in webs to suffocate and die. These boys oftentimes died in the most undignified and painful ways. Once deceased, they were used to nourish Puppet One and Two, and on occasion Sascha herself would take part in feasting on the murdered boys.
Some children were caged and experimented on, their legs removed one by one, segment by segment. Or perhaps she'd remove their entire torso from their body and they would watch as she'd dissect their spidery bottomparts.
It wasn't until Puppet One broke free purely by accident that Sascha was captured and brought in for her trial. Puppet Two wasn't that lucky.. as soon as Sascha caught wind that Puppet One had gone to the authorities, she murdered the boy by a swift decapitation with one of her sharpest knives. As she was led from her cave Sascha VanMorass never failed to hold her head high as a regal and capable Aracsnasian. She flinched not once, not even as she was lead past her heartbroken and crushed parents, Dmitri and Ariana.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 2:59 pm
The chains wore heavy about Sascha's slender wrists, thick iron bolted snugly -- too snug, in Sascha's opinion. The thought brought a wryly disgusted grin to the criminal's face, one that was noticed by the eight members of The Council she stood before. Her expression didn't sit well with them, not that she cared. Sascha was beyond caring, and as the masses of Aracsnasians behind her settled she remained stoic despite the soft sobs that erupted from her mother. Ariana and Dmitri were seated just behind their daughter, separated from her by a low-sitting barrier. A smaller figure huddled in the furthest seat from her, near the rear of the council room -- Nikolai Patya, her downfall, had testified against her. "Sascha VanMorass, what have you to say for yourself? What of the cannibalism, the torture?!" The question was posed to her by one of the more disgruntled looking Council members. The others remained silent, watching the youthful criminal as she lifted a slender, iron-clad hand to brush back a thick swath of ebony hair. Her first response was a soft shrug before she deemed it necessary to speak. "I do not feel remorse for what I have done. Do you not see what I have accomplished? All I am being charged with has been done in the name of science, nothing more." That being said, the beautiful femme turned her head to glance over her shoulder at the boy, Nikolai. Amber eyes narrowed as her expression turned sinister. She turned back to the Council members who greeted her with a disgusted, aghast expression, all of them nearly identical to the next. "And what of the CANNIBALISM?!" another member boomed, his fist crashing down against the glossy desktop before him, "What of the children you devoured and fed to others?" He gestured to Nikolai, who curled tightly against the wall he sat near. Sascha chuckled, causing gasps to rise up from the observers. "Why not? I was hungry. The sweet, full flavors of youthful flesh merely took the edge off." Cries of dismay thundered about the room, her own mother choking back thick, heartfelt sobs. The lead Councilman slammed his gavel against the desk, silencing the room. He paused for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. It'd been ages since such horrendous crimes had occurred. "Sascha VanMorass, you will be sentenced to Rehabilitation on a planet far from ours. You will be exiled, Ms. VanMorass, and you will never be permitted to return to Aracsna. Guards, return her to her cell, she will be awaiting departure. As soon as we can contact the ICRS, Ms. VanMorass, you will be shipped off to a place called Gaia where you will undergo Rehabilitation therapy." With a final slam of his gavel, he gestured to the guards and Sascha VanMorass was swept away to the sound of consoling whispers of Dmitri and the wrenching sobs that broke free from her mother.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 10:39 am
Solitude was something she was accustomed to. In the silence of her ramshackle prison cell Sascha found time to think about her actions. She felt regret for nothing, much to her own pleasure, except for the tears of her parents. They deserved better than what she'd given them. They'd been decent enough to her, she supposed.
The morning of her departure she was chained up once more, the heavy metal shackles bruising the tender skin of her wrists. With a nonchalant flick of her tongue against a lower fang, she allowed herself to be led towards the small pod. Sascha was unceremoniously packed into the too-small enclosure, her spindly legs crammed in almost as if it was an afterthought.
The final kindness that was given to Sascha before she was shuttled off to lands unknown was a long-acting sedative. She didn't ask for it; in fact, she hadn't asked for much of anything since the date of her sentencing. The serum was quite fast-acting, and Sascha was fast asleep before the door to the space pod had even closed.
As a final precaution, and before the pod was sealed, the overseer carelessly tossed in a picture of Sascha and a bit more information on the Rehabilitation program, along with a phone number for their Gaian contact.
And Sascha left her home planet... never to return again.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 10:40 am
By the GODS, the sound of her pod screaming through Gaia's atmosphere snapped Sascha out of a sound, drool-inducing slumber. And holy hell was it HOT in the stifling confinement of the blasted metal walls. It wasn't until she landed with an earth-shattering, bone-crunching --THUD-D-D that Sascha knew she'd landed.
Almost on cue the door to her pod shifted just the slightest bit, enough for a waft of foul-smelling air to permeate the staleness of her well-traveled pod. Finally she'd landed. With quick intent she swiftly moved her thick, chubby fingers to the belt that secured her .. in th-- Wait, what?!
Thick chubby fingers?! What on Aracsna.. Slowly Sascha blinked and she moved her eyes from the chubby brown fingers downwards to equally chubby thighs and .. what was that thing.. and where were her lovely rosy legs? Her.. her breasts? A cautious tongue rasped against ... gums?... WHERE WERE HER FANGS??!
Tentatively she attempted to move her legs. The wooden appendages that seemed to erupt where her legs had once been jerked about sloppily.
Sascha did the only thing she could. She screamed.
And screamed.
And screaaaamed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 10:41 am
"An' then the goddamned truck wouldn't start. I tell you whut, Lind, I just 'bout haddit with this goddamned place and these goddamned horses and this goddamned house and your goddamned sister and MY goddamned sister!!!"
Jeremy "Remy" Sloane clomped around the wood floor kitchen with murderous intent rampant on her ruggedly feminine features. With a huff she threw herself indignantly into the nearest pine chair and splayed her jean-clad legs out before her. Heavy steel-toed boots were rocked back on their heels skyward and muscular arms were crossed almost petulantly across her chest.
"Let me make you some lunch, Remy." Lind, Remy's significant other and all-around housewife, patted her softly on the shoulders and aptly moved into the kitchen towards the fridge. Almost artfully he withdrew sandwich ingredients from the chilly depths of the refrigerator and set forth making a 2-inch thick ham and cheese sandwich on whole wheat with only a smidgen of low-fat mayonnaise for Remy. "You can relax and tell me how my sister and your sister have gotten you all fired up." Deftly he sliced the sandwich into quarters, set them on a plate and added a handful of baby carrots and then calmly set the plate down before his beloved woman.
Remy snorted at the sight of the carrots before launching herself towards the sandwich, downing a quarter it in nearly one bite. "I'll tell you what's got me all fired up," she spat out around a mouthful of chewed up food, "Your goddamned sister and my goddamned sister have got it in their goddamned heads that we need to get married and have some goddamned kids!" With another snort she inhaled another quarter of the sandwich.
Lind leaned forward in his chair and gently rubbed a hand against her canvas-clad arm. "You can't let them get to you like that, love." He was ever-patient with her, as always, and entirely besotted by the rough and tumble, gritty woman.
Remy opened her mouth again to speak but before any words could break free from her lips she was interrupted by the loudest crashing thud she'd ever heard. Lind looked at Remy before rising out of his seat to move to the kitchen window. "Holy s**t," he muttered, waving her over to him. "Come look at this."
Remy rose from her chair and moved to Lind's side. Her eyes widened in shock before she moved to the door of the kitchen and grabbed the shotgun they left hanging there. Lind was swift to move behind her, grabbing the closest thing he could as a weapon -- a cast iron pan that was sitting on the stovetop.
Remy cautiously moved towards the gleaming metal thing, footsteps muffled by the soft ground she walked on. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the door to the thing released with a heavy whoosh. Lind cowered behind her with his trusty cast iron pan held aloft. Remy cocked the shotgun intently when an ungodly sound rose up from the confines of the metal pod.
"Open the door all the way," Lind urged her, fingers tightening on the handle of the pan. "It sounds like a baby crying, almost."
Remy rolled her eyes, "I dunno what t'hell's in there, Lind, and I'm not gon' open the goddamned DOOR because GOD ONLY KNOWS what could be in there, it might be some sorta alien that getsya to open the door by pretendin' itsa baby when it AIN'T and then it eats your goddamned FACE OFF."
Lind grunted and moved forward. Grasping the handle of what appeared to be the door he lifted it upwards and rocked back on his heels the slightest. "Heh," he chuckled, motioning Remy closer. "A monster, heh." As Remy moved in, she caught sight of what sat inside the pod.
"GODDAMN IT."
A naked baby boy with long reddish hair, black eyes and silky strings growing out of all his joints sat in the seat of the pod. His arms and legs appeared to be made out of smooth wood. He was ANGRY and wasn't hesitating to let everyone know.
Lind reached into the pod and removed a few crumpled papers, then turned towards Remy and relieved her of the shotgun. "Bring him into the house."
Remy's jaw almost hit the floor, "No goddamn way'n hell, Lind. I'm not--" she was silenced by one of Lind's fingers laid gently across her lips. "Bring him in." Lind moved towards the two-story home they'd built from the ground up.
Remy watched him leave while the baby squalled in the background. When he was back in the house she turned and huffed at the baby before reaching in and picking him up.
He promptly peed on her.
"GODDDDDAMMMMITTTTT!"
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