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The Forsaken. Chapter 1. Hate, and the Point of no Return.

Author's note: This story contains language, violence, maybe sexual situations, and death. Don't like it, don't read it, you're choice and you've been warned.

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Hate.

That was all she knew. And she knew it well. Her name was Reishanit, but everyone simply called her Shan. Her name was strange, almost as strange as she was. But there was one thing everyone that came in contact with Shan knew....

She hated.

She had very few friends, and she didn't even trust those few. It was as if every person she came in contact with, she expected them to try and hurt her. She was always on guard, always aggressive....

And full of hate.

No one knew where this hate came from, she wouldn't tell. If asked, she'd simply glare at the person. There was nothing she liked..... except for one thing. Dueling Monsters. She enjoyed the game immensely. At the school, this 18 year old girl was unbeatable. No one was her equal, she conquered all.

No one could stand up to her hate.

But..... then again to say all that about Shan is wrong. There was one person. One boy. He was like her brother. She trusted him little more than everyone else, but he knew her secrets. He knew why she hate. And he was the one she confided in.

The only one that understood her hate.

Even so, every day she expected a betrayal from him, expected pain to attack her from this brother. But it never came. He always would help her, and when she asked him to help her save enough money for the city's Dueling Monster City Championship Tournament, he, of course, agreed. While she said she wanted to win, he knew there was another reason...

She wanted to burn others with her ever lasting hate.

Hate. She was hate. She was rage. She was forsaken. Her deck was just like her. It donned her name....

Since it was so full of hate and rage, she called it the one thing that matched her soul. Forsaken Rage.

The platinum haired, 6 foot tall, silver eyed girl was going to go to the tournament. And she planned on winning. This tournament was everything to her, she had to enter, she had to win. But what she didn't know was this: By the time everything was said and done, if her soul continued to burn with the rage of hate, then it would burn her alive by the one thing that she treasured most. Her cards.

Cards that would reflect on her heart, and turn on her in her blinding, untrusting, rage filled, unloving hate.

The hate of her rage.

The rage that burned eternal.

The eternal love.

The forsaken love.

Which....

Would it be?

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"Shan! I got another load for you!"

"You don't have to yell, I'm right here," Shan said, stepping out from behind the boy.

The boy jumped, turning around, "Jeez, don't DO that!" He grinned, "I got another load for you!"

"So you said."

"So I did. C'mon! Let's cash 'em in and see. We were almost there last time," he lifted his bag of soda cans, "and this just might get us over the top."

"You're optimistic today."

"I've got to be, especially around you," he said with a grin as Shan raised an eyebrow in question. "Well, you're always so glum and hateful and stuff, it's my duty to balance us out!"

Shan shook her head, picked up her own bag of cans, and started heading off towards the recycling center. The boy, Lyrad, was the only person she'd ever allow to help her. It wasn't because she loved him. No, she didn't have that emotion.

It was because he was the closest thing to a friend that she'd ever have.

When she first met him, she had thought very, very little of him. He'd hang around her, always laughing and having fun. And she'd always treat him like he was less than dirt. She'd insult him, look down at him, sometimes even bully him. And yet, he never abandoned her.

He always came back, a grin on his face.

She asked him why, one day. He said she reminded him of his little sister who had died in a accident. How he could still be so cheerful after something like that was beyond her. Shan simply shrugged and let the teen be.

She stopped bullying him, and in return, he started helping her. Helping her with school work, projects, and other things. He was the closest thing to a friend she had ever had.

And she still didn't trust him. There was a part of her that wanted to, but she couldn't....

She wouldn't.

She wasn't one who could trust. She told him things, and she knew it was only a matter of times before he blurted those secrets out to everyone that would listen. Every day, it was the same, and every day, she'd wait for the betrayal. But he never gave her a reason for his distrust to be proved right. Every thing she said to him, he never told another soul. He respected her privacy, and didn't exploit it.

Part of her hated him for that. For NOT betraying her, for making her doubt her way of life.

As she reached a street corner, she paused. When Lyrad caught up, he gave her a questioning look. Sighing, she handed him her bag, "It's time for me to go home. Take the money you get from this and put it in the spot. I find any missing, you're burned." She cast him a warning look.

But all he did was nod and take her bag, "I....don't know why you put up with it. Just.... come with me! He has no-"

"SHUT UP!" she cried out, slapping Lyrad across the face, "It's my problem, not yours! GO!"

Lyrad looked at her, a red imprint of her hand still stinging his cheek. She glared at him, daring him to argue back. Instead, sadly, he nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow, Shan."

With that, he continued to the recycling center as Reishanit glared at him. How dare he say that.... How dare he.... When there was no escape...

He'd find her, wherever she went, he'd find her. And hurt her more.

As she reached her house, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening the door, she crossed the point of no return as she closed the door.

Immediately her arm was grabbed and she thrown into a wall, "Where have you been, you little bitch!" The throw had knocked the breath out of her. She opened her eyes and stared hatefully at her attacker who slapped her across the face, "Don't look at me like that, you little slut! Where have you been?!"

"Out."

The man grabbed her and held her close, "I don't want you to go anywhere, I love you. No one else can have you, I forbid it," he paused, as if waiting for something.

"I....I love you too, Daddy."

He hugged her close, one hand slipping down into her pants, "Good, good."