AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please do not read this story if you have a weak heart or
constitution. You will witness such acts as beheading, mauling, burning,
crucifixion, electrocution, and many more bizarre deaths all in horrifying
detail. If this is okay with you, please read on. If not, I suggest you
not read this piece. There's a big reason it's rated "R" people! Please
consider this a fair warning.
Oh, and if ruthless mutilation is really your thing, you'll have to wait around for a few chapters. It doesn't get too messy until the middle of the story. The beginning is pretty calm for all of those fundamental fanfic readers! *wink wink* Rated "R" for strong violence, strong language, strong sexuality, and pretty much strong everything else that's not for children. (Funny thing that it's written by a kid.)
And in case anyone is wondering, this is my first online-posted fic, so please bear with me. Reviews will be VERY much appreciated. Just as a heads-up, this is going to be a LONG fic, so stick with it from beginning to end. Thirteen+ chapters of insane, innovative, interesting, imaginative innocence... psh... yeah right! Thank you and have a nice day!
Prologue
This story tells of a young adult named Fyora. A quiet, shy, simple girl, she never asked for much, yet she never gained a thing. She longed for the parents she could never have, spent endless nights wishing for a nice home to live in, but none of her wishes were ever granted. She owned nothing but her imagination.
Fyora, standing 5' 6" with long, dark hair, had decent beauty that she herself could never see. She cared not for her appearance, nor personality, but merely waited for that fateful day when she could be the master of her own existence. That day finally came on her 16th birthday, when she escaped the trap, and set off into the unknown. She no longer was a part of the system, for her own freedom gave her the right to leave and never return. She did, and without the necessary skills to lead a normal life, fell into despair. The dark pit in which she had dug for herself had only become deeper over time.
She is now older, yet still young enough to change her ways and lead a normal life, but she would never do that. She only saw darkness and never wanted to make it better. Everything was always frightening, evil, and ominous in her eyes. But what the people don't know would change everyone's lives forever. She had a special gift.
She could steal into the mind of any being and control what sick, twisted actions lingered deep within the person's human instinct. With this newfound, extraordinary power, she could have anything her heart desired with one glance of her deep amethyst eyes. But now from the years of torment that never ended, her black heart only yearned for one thing... revenge. Revenge upon the society that cast her out. Revenge upon everyone she had ever come in contact with that treated her any less than human.
She had become a soul so malicious, so mean and utterly ruthless, that she took the lives of everyone into her own hands and wielded them like they were a weapon. The minds of everyone were her own toy to be played with and thrown away once they had served their purpose. All she had thought of was owning the world, and she would stop at nothing until she got her way. For the years until now at the age of 18, she had even killed in cold blood. The number of people she slaughtered for no apparent reason was quite disturbing.
Her supernatural power was unmatched by anything the gods had ever known. She had done the worst by taking advantage of the gifts that were given to her and bent them to do her own evil bidding. It was all her will. She was immortal. Nothing would ever be able to match her.
That is, until one day, when she stumbled upon a girl that didn't treat her like she was a freak. Her name was Lori Campbell, and she lived on 1428 Elm Street. Fyora saw into the mind of this kind, gentle spirit to find something that she had never witnessed before. Lori's friendship was pure and true. A light in Fyora's presumably black heart lit with a fire that she had never known. Amazing how friendship and a little kindness can change a person. She quickly made friends with Lori and found out that they had more in common than they thought, and Fyora's past became overshadowed by a promising future, full of happiness and glory.
What she didn't know was that this future would be anything but happy and much less than glorifying...
Oh, and if ruthless mutilation is really your thing, you'll have to wait around for a few chapters. It doesn't get too messy until the middle of the story. The beginning is pretty calm for all of those fundamental fanfic readers! *wink wink* Rated "R" for strong violence, strong language, strong sexuality, and pretty much strong everything else that's not for children. (Funny thing that it's written by a kid.)
And in case anyone is wondering, this is my first online-posted fic, so please bear with me. Reviews will be VERY much appreciated. Just as a heads-up, this is going to be a LONG fic, so stick with it from beginning to end. Thirteen+ chapters of insane, innovative, interesting, imaginative innocence... psh... yeah right! Thank you and have a nice day!
Prologue
This story tells of a young adult named Fyora. A quiet, shy, simple girl, she never asked for much, yet she never gained a thing. She longed for the parents she could never have, spent endless nights wishing for a nice home to live in, but none of her wishes were ever granted. She owned nothing but her imagination.
Fyora, standing 5' 6" with long, dark hair, had decent beauty that she herself could never see. She cared not for her appearance, nor personality, but merely waited for that fateful day when she could be the master of her own existence. That day finally came on her 16th birthday, when she escaped the trap, and set off into the unknown. She no longer was a part of the system, for her own freedom gave her the right to leave and never return. She did, and without the necessary skills to lead a normal life, fell into despair. The dark pit in which she had dug for herself had only become deeper over time.
She is now older, yet still young enough to change her ways and lead a normal life, but she would never do that. She only saw darkness and never wanted to make it better. Everything was always frightening, evil, and ominous in her eyes. But what the people don't know would change everyone's lives forever. She had a special gift.
She could steal into the mind of any being and control what sick, twisted actions lingered deep within the person's human instinct. With this newfound, extraordinary power, she could have anything her heart desired with one glance of her deep amethyst eyes. But now from the years of torment that never ended, her black heart only yearned for one thing... revenge. Revenge upon the society that cast her out. Revenge upon everyone she had ever come in contact with that treated her any less than human.
She had become a soul so malicious, so mean and utterly ruthless, that she took the lives of everyone into her own hands and wielded them like they were a weapon. The minds of everyone were her own toy to be played with and thrown away once they had served their purpose. All she had thought of was owning the world, and she would stop at nothing until she got her way. For the years until now at the age of 18, she had even killed in cold blood. The number of people she slaughtered for no apparent reason was quite disturbing.
Her supernatural power was unmatched by anything the gods had ever known. She had done the worst by taking advantage of the gifts that were given to her and bent them to do her own evil bidding. It was all her will. She was immortal. Nothing would ever be able to match her.
That is, until one day, when she stumbled upon a girl that didn't treat her like she was a freak. Her name was Lori Campbell, and she lived on 1428 Elm Street. Fyora saw into the mind of this kind, gentle spirit to find something that she had never witnessed before. Lori's friendship was pure and true. A light in Fyora's presumably black heart lit with a fire that she had never known. Amazing how friendship and a little kindness can change a person. She quickly made friends with Lori and found out that they had more in common than they thought, and Fyora's past became overshadowed by a promising future, full of happiness and glory.
What she didn't know was that this future would be anything but happy and much less than glorifying...