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LovetoCauseMayhem Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 8:14 pm
1st---- I wasn't always known as Symphony.
My mother wasn't prepared for me. I don't think she even gave me a name. If she did, I've forgotten it. She had a child she didn't want, and my father disappeared. She had barely graduated out of high school, and she consumed the welfare checks the government sent her because of me. I'm sure the only reason she even remembered to feed me was because I needed to be kept alive. But otherwise I was ignored, while she drank and hung around people she called her 'boyfriends'. But I knew they weren't. But I couldn't say anything. I didn't know how to. I had to learn to take care of myself. After all, it was either learn or... wither away, suffering.
I didn't live a pleasant life. I was always alone. My mother and her 'boyfriends' abused me, hurt me, ignored me, used me. I felt a twisting in my stomach whenever they neared, but I was too young to know it as 'hate'. I wanted help, I wanted salvation, but I didn't know how to tell people. I didn't know where to go, who to talk to or what to say. I could only suffer in silence as my mother abandoned alcohol and moved to drugs. I would have to hide up in the attic when she saw things that weren't there, screaming and stabbing holes in the walls. I was so convinced she would hurt me. Kill me. And I didn't know what to do. I couldn't see a way out.
But then an angel came to me. With wavy brown hair, and dark, storm-gray eyes just like mine, he came to me in a halo of fiery light.
He told me he was my real father, and he said he was sorry for not being there for me. But he had been watching me all that time, and he was proud to see how I had managed to hold on.
"You're wonderful," he told me. "You're so brave. But you don't need to be scared anymore. I can help you now."
But he couldn't do it all, he said. If I wanted out, he said I would have to push for it myself. He said he could give me power. Amazing, unbridled power. And I could use that power to free myself. And then, he told me, once I did that, we could be together forever. He told me that if I did it, he would be forever with me. He asked me if I was prepared to do what was necessary.
Softly (for my mother had finally fallen asleep), I asked him what it was he wanted me to do.
"No, child," he had replied. "Not what I want, but what is necessary."
Then he told me that if I wanted freedom, it would be necessary for me to kill my mother.
I couldn't agree more.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 8:27 pm
2nd---- People would refer to that murder as the cruelest, most twisted thing they'd ever seen in (somewhere). Personally, I think I could've done better. But I'm also older now.
It was breathtaking, killing my mother. My real father (my angel), with my agreement, had given me amazing strength, and when I looked into her eyes as my fist went right through her chest- just to see the light die from her eyes...
It was amazing. It was enrapturing. It was like the epiphany all philosophers and self-seekers search for. The thing that opens your eyes wide and quickens your breath and steals your heart away like no other thing does (the true knowledge that you've been struggling to find and learn and hold close your entire life)-
I knew then that death was my calling.
Some people might be shocked. I suppose I was, for a flicker of an instant. But my mother never did anything for me, and I never did anything for my mother. We merely existed, lingering in a parasitic relationship where she dug her fangs into my back and tried to drain every drop - but I beat her to the punch first. I was stronger than she, and she had no reason to exist. She didn't deserve life, the way she threw it away.
And I realized after her body slumped to the floor that I was more than happy to eliminate her of the baggage she carried. And killing her freed me. It was quite possibly the single best thing we ever did for each other.
My father was so proud.
I hunkered there for a while, experimenting with my new strength. When her boyfriends came knocking, I tugged them inside and slaughtered them too. I drew pictures of puppy dogs and flowers on the walls with their blood, and sometimes I'd even have tea parties with the corpses.
My mother's body became a doll then. I'd seat myself in her chilly lap, and kiss her and tell her that I loved her, and that I was sorry that this was the way things had to end up. And then she'd look at me with those big dole eyes, and tell me that she was sorry too, and that she really did love me regardless of how she acted, and that she had no idea her boyfriends were doing that sort of thing to me.
But I'd know she was lying then, because of course she knew. How could she not? So then, for revenge, I'd mutilate the oldest corpse in front of her and taunt her, chanting, "This is your fault. You did this to me. I didn't ask to be this way. This isn't the way I wanted to exist I just wanted to be happy-!"
However, then I would start to cry, and the delightful dis-figuration process screeched to a halt when the sweetness of death turned bitter in my mouth, to which I would let out a scream and throw the corpse across the room. I would push my mother to the floor, and then run into another room on the opposite side of the house, away from all those faces. The stickiness on my cheeks and the sting to my eyes told me I was doing that all too familiar 'crying'.
"You need to be strong, my daughter," my father would breathe in my ear. "You need to be brave. I will not allow myself to raise a weak little baby."
He pushed me. He made me stronger. His unforgiving nature was only masked love. He tuned me into the potential of who I realized I could be. Soon, the corpse of my mother was simply the corpse of my mother. Oh, don't give me wrong, she still talked to me. It was simply that her opinion didn't matter now.
Soon, the living room was full of them (my toy mother and her friends), and we'd have parties together where I was the star, and everybody wanted to talk to me and spend time with me. Sure, I got hungry, but I knew how to cook meat.
Her boyfriends only needed the one limb, after all.
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LovetoCauseMayhem Vice Captain
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LovetoCauseMayhem Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:42 am
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The corpses were beginning to rot by the time the police finally came knocking. I had been wondering what had taken them so long. My father had warned me they would come, but in all reality, I was expecting more of a challenge.
They came as a fleet. They surrounded the house, and little red lasers peered through the windows and the curtains. They told me that I should come out of the house with my hands up, and I had to laugh.
When they broke down the door, I ran into the attic and began to cry, softly at first, but louder and louder, with the blood of the corpses smeared on my face. My father told me that it would be all right, and that I was doing the right thing. "Don't mention me," he said. "Stay quiet. You know what to do."
Eventually, the police found me in the attic. I cried to them, saying that the bad mean man that had hurt Mommy hurt me too, and I just wanted it to stop, please help me make it stop-!
Immediately the guns were out of my face, and slowly one of them gathered me in his arms and lifted me up off the ground.
He told me it was okay now. That I was safe. I giggled into his shoulder.
The idiot didn't hear me.
As a group, they went downstairs, and some men searched the building and lawn while the man took me outside, past my lovely drawings and beautiful cold dolls.
While we passed them, the man holding me commented on how sick the entire sight was.
I decided I would kill him then.
That was the night I discovered how good blood tasted. His screams made my ears ache, but there was something lovely about it too as he collapsed beneath me, tossing and turning and writhing as I felt my teeth itch unpleasantly, and I could feel them going deeper.
The man with the gun next to him (one of the only two that remained in the living room), shouted angrily and fired his gun at me.
I don't remember exactly what happened then, but I could've sword I felt the bullets bounce off.
As if I were invincible.
So this was the power my father had given me.
I was so happy that I had killed my mother.
By the time the other men rushed into the living room, their comrades were dead.
And so were they.
My father was so proud.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 8:13 pm
SYMPHONYAAAAAAAAATHE SHIELD 1] The first of the sisters recruited, she agreed to kill her abusive mother in exchange for her so-called father's power. She has been under the influence of the power for many years. 2] Long straight black hair, steely storm-blue-gray eyes and pale skin. She is tall, but walks with a limp in public. Occasionally she becomes blonde. 3] Has a super-awesome badass cane. Can turn into a bow staff, an axe, an umbrella/shield and a spear. Was given to her by an carpenter-inventor that also followed her father. 4] Dresses like a mobster. Has a long black trench coat and fedora. When her hair is up, sometimes people mistake her for a man. 5] Is known as "The Shield". She is considered the oldest sister of the three. She protects the other two as they battle, and deflects both physical and magical attacks by using varied defensive spells. However, her ability to heal is very limited, and thus she focuses mainly on deflecting attacks than absorbing them. She is also incredibly skilled at hand-to-hand combat, having absorbed the information from the victims she's had over the years. 6] Blood enhances her healing capabilities, and she often makes tribute to her father to keep his presence close to her side. If she doesn't murder, his voice becomes more and more distant. 7] She is very violent, and speaks very little. More often than not she gets the other two to do the work, and only steps in when she senses that they will fail. The other two, when weakened either physically or emotionally, cling to her. Only because she often needs them to succeed (because while talented, she really doesn't have any offensive capabilities) does she allow them to do so. But if she could do it all by herself, she would. The other two make her jealous, because she was the first.
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LovetoCauseMayhem Vice Captain
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