Well here's another story. Yes, smut will ensue in one of these chapters. I made this account for this kind of stories. I just don't know when exactly as of yet. OC's of plenty so you gotta be okay with that. I'm not good with other oc fictions so I'm sure this might get overlooked... oh well, this is just my hobby after all. I might get burnt out before I even post anything.
WARNING! RAPE!
We all had horrible lives in the human world. Beaten, bullied, mistreated, and none of us belonged anywhere. We met each other before coming to this world. We were at some kind of detention center for abused children... Abused children who misbehave or did something illegal despite it possibly being justified... none of us had any hope of an actual life... we all had varying degrees of anxiety, depression, and multiple other disorders from our horrible lives. We were sitting in a circle, our counselor having us talk. I was across from her, fidgeting with my hands in quiet anticipation for introductions. There were five of us including me. Two boys and three girls. I am a girl, my silver blonde hair was unkept and messy, my body was skinny and frail, my eye sockets sunken in with brown green hazel eyes set within. I still had bandages on my body and the lobes of my ears were cut off. I looked like something from a zombie movie.
"Well, who would like to introduce themselves first?" The counselor asked, looking at me.
I let out a sigh and straightened myself out, everyone's attention shifting to me.
"My name is Camelia... like the flower." I said.
"Care to tell us about yourself?" The counselor asked.
"The girl's no flower. She's a skeleton." One of the guys whispered.
"Be nice." The counselor said sternly.
I grinned. I had no trouble letting others know what happened if they're willing to ask.
"Camelia is the name my mother gave me at birth before she died. So I was given to my drug addict dad whom tried to kill me the day he got me. I'm not a 'skeleton' because of personal preference. He wouldn't feed me and I'm bandaged because he was rough when beating me. My ear lobes were removed because I got my ears pierced and he removed them, saying I don't deserve to look pretty. Anything else you want to know?" I asked the boy with a pointed glare.
"My, did you have it easy." He said, glaring back at me.
"You at least have meat on your bones." I snapped.
"Calm down! And since you seem so talkative, why not tell us who you are?" The counselor said.
"My name is Maximilian but just call me Max. But my dad's favorite thing to call me was buttslut boy. Wanna know why I was called that?! Because he would rape me any chance he got while my mother would do nothing. He'd even bring friends over and take turns. I was also his personal ashtray and maid. I'd rather have what you had, hon!" He said, venom lacing his voice.
Max was pure venom as far as his personality went. I guess I couldn't blame him but hey, I'm not one to judge. I really don't give a fuck about anyone in this room. Max had long red hair that made him look like Mufasa from the Lion King. He had a tall and rather average build. His eyes blazed green like toxic waste. I bet, if he had the chance, he'd be goth. The only other guy in the group sat next to him and he fidgeted nervously. He wouldn't stop moving or fidgeting. He looked like he wanted to disappear the angrier Max got. This boy clearly had anxiety problems.
"What are you so nervous about?" Max snapped.
"Max, sit down or else I'll have someone come and put you back into your room." The counselor said.
Max sat down, grumbling quietly.
"That boy there is, believe it or not, older than the rest of you. He can't really talk much. His name is Angel. He was abused severely." The counselor said.
"Weren't we all?!" Max snickered.
"Unlike you guys, his abuse was emotional. It's rendered him almost completely mute for fear of talking." The counselor explained.
"Oh well aren't you just adorable?! Then I guess you weren't hurt at all, were you?!" Max growled at him.
Angel curled into a ball and started crying.
"I w-want to go back to my room." He stammered.
"Max! I will have you put in isolation at this rate!" The counselor said.
The second girl who wasn't introduced silently stood up, walked up to Max. She had dark brown hair and amber colored eyes. She was big in build and rather curvy. She was not someone I'd mess with.
"What? Come to rescue the runt? I'm sorry but we all had fucked up moms once. I don't think we need another one. So go back and sit your fat ass down." He sneered, shoving her back.
Oooh! That did something! She suddenly grabbed him and put him in a choke hold effortlessly before the counselor could say anything. She then smiled at us all with a sickening sweet smile as Max squirmed to get out of her grasp.
"My name is Betty. Since we all seem to want to tell our stories, I will tell you mine. My parents ignored my brothers and sisters and I. They only paid attention to us if we did anything bad and then they would beat us. This left me being the only one to take care of everyone because mom thought we were too ugly to be worth her time. It was a shame that she and dad didn't use birth control. Ten kids later, my youngest sister ended up being their perfect princess because they thought she was so beautiful. They spoiled her rotten while the rest of us had to take care of ourselves. I'm in here because daddy decided to beat my baby brother. Needless to say, it didn't go over well when I did this." She said before slamming Max onto the ground hard and pinning him with one of her knees on his chest, rendering him unable to breathe.
"Pick on anyone in here and I'll put you in your place again, little man. I'll make a total mama's boy out of you yet." She said, flicking his nose before letting him up.
Max got up and coughed while Helga sat down where Max sat, obviously in an effort to shield Angel from Max. While definitely having it rough, she seemed to have more of a heart than the rest of us.
"Anyway, luckily the police saw the horrendous conditions and CPS was called. If my parents want the rest of their children back, including their little princess, they'll have to really work for it. So, nearly killing my dad was worth everything. Also, if any of you start something with me, well... You just saw what happens. And I went easy on him." She said.
Her sweet demeanor was sickening sweet. It was obviously more of a facade than anything. I don't care what her real name is, in my head, her nickname was mama bear. Then we all shifted our attention to another girl. She had dark hair and dark eyes, her skin was also a light brown color compared to the rest of us. She would not stop running her fingers through her hair.
"My name is Iluka... I... I um didn't have any family. I had horrible foster parents. One of them sold me in the sex trade but no one believed me when they found me. I was taken back to them and they sold me back. I was believed the second time but... it was too late... both times. But then... it was too late before both of those times, too." She said, not looking any of us in the eye.
"Okay, now we know how fucked up everyone is. So now what?" I asked the counselor.
I knew already that there was nothing else to really do other than get to know each other without killing each other. Either way, I guess these are the people I'll be stuck having classes and sessions with. Greeeeeeeeeaaaaaat.
I don't know if I could feel anything for these guys but, we went day to day talking in that circle, taking classes, studying, having mandatory exercises, three monitored meals that tasted like everything came from a box. But then, I guess I should be glad I'm allowed to eat. Mama Bear, er, Betty has taken to being fairly nice to everyone but she has a sarcastic sweet demeanor reserved for Max. Max still had a horrible temper. He could be chatting and goofing off like a normal teenage boy one minute but then explode within seconds. Bringing up any past is especially a sore spot for him. Angel kept close to Betty and Iluka, both girls having a fondness for the small boy. To be honest, he is a fragile little flower. The world will probably kill him the moment he's out of here though... if Max doesn't first. Max can't seem to stand that he's so quiet, nervous, and favored by Betty and Iluka. Iluka mostly kept to herself but regarded everyone politely. But she masturbates noisily at night if you stay awake long enough. She herself doesn't make vocal noises but there are other noises to be heard. I, however, can't really feel anything.
I don't even care about Iluka's nightly fun. She could be right next to me with no blankets covering her and I wouldn't care. Max could be up in my face ready to beat me and I wouldn't even flinch. Betty and Iluka could be kind to me as possible and I wouldn't even crack a smile. I guess I don't really feel anything. I'm nothing but void. I don't know why. It's not like I'm being rude... I just don't really care. Heck! I even had an encounter with Max in the bathroom.
I was in the bathroom when he walked in. It was the girl's restroom at night time. I don't even know how he got here seeing as how he is supposed to be in the other side of the building. I looked at him wordlessly.
"You know, you could get in trouble if you were caught." I said blandly.
"Stop being so void. It pisses me off." He said, walking towards me.
I already had an idea as to what he was here for. He had been following me all day. He's done nothing but look at me with thirst ever since I started putting on weight and has tried to flirt with me but, he knows by now that flirting is no use. I actually looked healthy again but I still looked tiny in comparison to him. I knew that I wouldn't be able to fight him off so I didn't bother doing anything. I just stared at him blankly. He was aroused, a prominent tent in his boxers as he approached. I was just in a big night shirt with short sleep shorts. He pushed me back into the wall and grinned down at me, his hard on poking my pubic bone almost painfully. I had gone through this several times at home. I knew the best thing to do was to let him do what he was going to do and then worry about the rest later... Luckily I couldn't get pregnant due to health issues. So that made hiding this easier. Max's smile faltered.
"Why don't you ever react to anything?" He asked.
"You think this is the first time this has happened to me?" I asked, seeming to stare at something through the other side of his chest.
"Hey! My eyes are up here." He growled, forcing my head up with one hand, the other groping my butt harshly.
So I looked right up at his eyes but I still seemed more like I was staring at something through a window. Heh! I guess if I had any feeling, I'd be more concerned about the hurt and anger in his eyes. I knew now that he probably did feel something for me but really... I just could care less. I was getting bored and I was still tired. I wanted to go back to bed.
"Whatever you're going to do, get it over with. I want to go back to bed." I said blankly.
Warning: Rape Starts here
He snapped and grabbed me roughly, pinning me to the floor forcefully face down. I didn't bother struggling as he yanked my shorts off and threw them to the side. He then inserted his dick inside of me and roughly started fucking me doggy style. He was awkward and obviously hadn't done this before... or, well, he's never been on top of a woman before that is. It hurt but that was to be expected: he went in dry and wasn't trying to please me... or so I thought. He bit into my shoulder roughly and groped one of my breasts while keeping himself steady with the other arm. I just laid on the floor, waiting for him to get done. My dad usually was hasty when he did this so the fact that Max hadn't cum yet raised my attention. What is he trying to do? He keeps changing his pace. I guess he's trying to enjoy this more. But then he flipped me over. I was a little more wet but that was inevitable: even though I'm not all that into this, my body still will do it's natural functions, including getting wet if stimulated enough. But as he looked at me, he got more upset and assaulted my neck with bites and rough kisses that were bound to leave my neck looking mangled. He then rubbed my clitoris and then I realized what he was trying to do: he was trying to make this feel good. I let out a waning sigh. I didn't realize Max had it that bad for me but no matter how bad he wants something out of me, he's not going to get it. He could do better anyway: I could never love him even if I had any feelings left to give. But still, I guess it wasn't like this was painful, it actually felt great but I still wanted it over with. So I knew there was only one thing I could do: give him some kind of reaction.
So I put an arm around him, my hand resting on the back of his head, the other supporting me on the floor, and I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. I wasn't going to fake an orgasm or any noise but I felt him calm down by these simple gestures. He buried his forehead in the crook of my neck and kept going, his thrusts less rough but deeper and with more purpose. The only reaction he could hear was my breathing but I knew giving him any kind of reaction was enough. He moaned and his thrusts got more erratic and I guess I was a little surprised that I felt myself nearing my peak, too. I actually came with him when he came, my only reaction was a grunt while he all out moaned. He collapsed on top of me while I just laid on the floor, unwrapping my arm from him and just lying there like a board. He looked up at me only to see me staring at the ceiling like nothing happened. He then swore under his breath.
End Rape (yes, it's still rape)
"Are you going to let me go back to bed or what? We'll get in trouble if we're caught." I said.
He wordlessly got off of me and I stood up, pulling my night shirt over my body again before going to find my shorts. They were under the sinks. As I pulled them back on, I turn around to suddenly feel Max's lips on mine. I didn't really react at all, my eyes staring at him blankly as he tried so hard to get me to feel something. His eyes opened and locked with mine. Disheartened, he pulled away. I turned and wordlessly walked out of the bathroom, leaving him in there alone. I heard a loud slam and then the door to the bathroom opened roughly and then slammed shut.
He acted differently after that. He was no longer short tempered, he was just flat out depressed. He stayed away from me after that. Hey, if I were a normal girl, I'd probably be the one avoiding him because he technically did rape me. I just really didn't want to bother with fighting him or reporting anything to the cops. Anyway, Now, I don't know how exactly it happened but the last thing I remembered was being on the bus with everyone before everything went black and I forgot everything I knew then... or at least temporarily.
No POV...
Five lights in the sky fell onto the land of Hyrule. Such things were not unusual but these five lights had a destiny. One fell outside a stable and though it was speeding to earth, it landed as if it was only dropped an inch off the ground. A young woman, one of the stable hands, looked to find a baby girl with silver blonde hair and hazel eyes. She picked up the baby who didn't fuss until she was picked up. She quickly carried the babe inside the stables.
"Mother! I think someone abandoned their child!" The young lady said as she tried to soothe the baby.
"Abandoning a child these days! How sickening! Bring the child here and get it warm. I'll keep an eye on it. You go see if we have some spare milk lying around." The old lady said.
The young lady looked around frantically. Not even regular milk was to be found. Then another lady came in, her own babe on her breast. The young lady approached her and decided to ask since there was no other choice.
"Um, excuse me but could you help us?" She asked.
"Sure but I'll be limited depending on what it is." She said.
The young lady explained to the mother what was going on. Without a second thought, she followed the young lady to the old stable hand watching the child. The baby had just been swaddled but she still wouldn't quiet down.
"I couldn't find milk, mother. But, I found someone who could help." She said.
"Thank you, Peony." The old lady said.
"Let me see her. I can't promise she'll suckle but I'll do what I can." The traveling mother said.
The mother swapped out her son for the baby girl and presented one of her breasts to the babe. Without a second thought, she latched onto her instantly. Everyone was relieved.
"What is your name, young lady?" The old stable hand asked.
"I'm Lilu. My son's name is Nerrick. What's this baby's name?" She asked.
"I think I'll call her... Camelia. It seems to fit her well." The old lady said.
"Well I think it's perfect. It seems to fit her well." Lilu said.
Yes, it was Camelia, reborn into another life. But she and the others were reborn into this world for a purpose. What could the gods be planning this time?
End of Chapter one. Iluka was originally going to be the real hero because... ugh, nevermind. Just wait and see. Working on more chapters.