This is a story on one of my barely used characters, Mandy/Rekisu. She's pretty awesome, but has a terrible past. This is a story to clarify that past. It's told in past tense, so it's like Mandy recalling the events. You'll get a specific part of her life in the chapters. I guess you could say she's telling her story to any who'd listen in hell (i.e. Markus and Terron, maybe).

THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR A REASON!

Contains: abuse, rape, language, violence, many suicide attempts, and homicidal thoughts.

I do not encourage, welcome, or enjoy any of these activities. Please don't risk your freedom, or life even, attempting these acts.

Chapter 0/Prolouge

I believe it was 14 years ago I remember it starting. It started with my father. He always payed a lot of attention to me, and I enjoyed it until that day. He was helping me learn Sinnoh's history when, instead of a cheer when I got it right, her touched my vaginal area. I was young, so I thought nothing of it until he started to rub there. I felt foul, as if something was ruining my spirit. When I would whine, he would growl softly: "It's ok; I'm just helping you Mandy. Don't worry!"

I did worry. It got worse. My mother started to let it happen, she even did it. This was all that happened until I was seven. Then, they fully raped me. My father made me kneel over to grab his pencil, and he roughly pushed me down. I yelped and cried out at the sudden force. He only smirked. I remember his voice, clear as day, saying: "You've only been explored. Now, it's time for the full area," He ripped my jeans off, along with my boyshort underwear. I didn't like it. I yelled and screamed, but he inserted hard and swiftly. The pain was almost unbearable, but I'm still here, aren't I?

Rhetorical question; Giratina just killed me a day or two ago. Back on track, he raped me over and over that day, almost never giving me a rest until I got an A on the multiple quizzes he gave me. I was homeschooled, so this only helped with my abuse and rapes. Eventually, my mother started to rape me with this item she called a dildo. It looked like Dad's thing, which I know now as a penis or dick or cock. Hehe… I made a funny. Other than that, they didn't really do anything except for smacking me when I got something wrong or telling me to do extra chores when I didn't do something correctly; sexual or otherwise. I attempted suicide multiple times; Rustburo Roulette, slitting my wrists, attempted hangings. For some Arceus dammed reason, my parents always found me and healed me by themselves; they were doctors.

I still can't recall what made me do it, but I ran away from home once. I knew what would happen; once I came back they'd beat me and rape me more than often. But, while I was out, I met the best Pokemon any girl could ask for. My dear, dear partner Mightyena. He's the only thing that had kept me from killing myself after that. He led me to Houndoom, my other partner, and Roselia, my friend. They're the most amazing things I could have asked for. I've always loved them, even if I don't show it at times. As I mentioned, I met them when I ran away. Mightyena saved me from that trap…

And I'll be evil and leave it off there. This is just the Prologue, so I'll get more descriptive and longer after this; I might even redo this chapter when I get up to 5 or so chapters.