A/N: I tried to stay away from too much of the current Claymore storyline since it is in progress, and many things are still unknown or likely to change. So I created original characters, sorry if you don't like that.
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Leorina's Journel:
March 12 Year 1
Searching through this room, I found some paper, and ink in the water closet. So I decided to keep a journel, to try and help me get through this rough time.
I can't really think what I'm suppose to put down in this.
What do I do? Nothing, all day I just sit in my bed, occasionally stumble around the room, and try to ignore the pain, ignore the feelings, maybe I'll get use to them, maybe not.
Maybe, I should write about how I got here? That's easy, kind of. I was the second daughter to a bankrupted store, family. Me and my Sis spent all our time together since we weren't allowed outside, and since my big sis learned how to read and write early, she was teaching me early as well. We were huddled together in front of the window, the sun about down, we always huddled together as of late, trying to protect ourselves from... well our Father, he was... rough, for months now. Mother never tried to do anything about Father. That was why Sis taught me to read, she said it can take you places.
We didn't know when it happened at the time. Though I look back I believe it's when he became rough. It happened so fast really. SIs and I were learning some fo the larger words on the floor by the window, with twilight aproaching, when we heard our Mother scream. We cowered together and Sis wraped her arm around my head and pulled me close and droned on with the words. I tried to listen to Sis, I really did, but something seemed... Wrong. Mother, that was it, She wasn't screaming any more; did Father stop? No, he never stopped once he started. So what happened. *Thump, thump, thump*, coming down the hallway. Oh no. I thought, Father was coming, but his steps seemed heavier, was he carrying Mother? There was a whimper in Sis's voice now, her whole body shaking in fear of Father. I was shaking too, Father has been worse lately, and something was wrong, first Mother's scream, and now the foot steps. I looked up as the door opened, what I saw scared me more than if Father was standing there, with "that" grin. One word would only come up in my mind. Yoma.
I still can't remember much after that. The doctor said that was normal though. I remember my Sister's screams, a crash, and a lot of blood, unhuman bluish blood everywhere. Later when I woke up, in a totally different first thing I did was ask the man who was checking over me where my sister was, once I could remember how to speak. He looked gravely at me and leaned his head to a door. I when I asked about my Mother, he simply shook his head. So I stumbled up and moved to the door. When I opened the door, and I looked in on my Sis. I couldn't stop the shaking, or the tears. The sight was... terrible. My Sister, who loved the world that books could bring, would never hold a book again. Both of her arms... destroyed. Her right arm had a stump of bone about the size of my hand jutting out, with ripped muscle, and torn skin hanging off, her left arm looked to have been ripped out, and when I moved closer I noticed her right leg was as well. "No," I remember crying. "It's all a dream, just a bad nightmare." I stumbled close, stretching out my hands to my Sister. I put one hand on the stump of her should, not caring it was being soaked in blood, and the other on her stomach, there was something strange there. Fearful, and trembling, slowly I moved the shreds of her dress out of the way. Through the tears already pouring, and the fear of knowing, I saw her ripped skin pulled taut over what remained of her stomach. Heaving everything I had in me, I doubled over next to her.
"She'll die soon, though at this point I'd say it's a blessing." Wiping off my mouth, I turned my head to see the man at the door. "You best be on your way as soon as you can too. Folks'll be after you for being a yoma soon enough." He turned and walked away. Standing back up, I put my hands on her head, then I stared crying everything I had left in me; on her.
She died an hour later at noon, with the sun shining, and the birds singing. I'm sure she would have wanted that.
That night I was forced out into the street. Then the street (mob) forced me out into... well, out of the village. At this point I was too emotionally and physically tired to care. The Man in Black came as I sat against a tree.
"Little girl." He said to me as he came closer. "Your family was attacked by a yoma. Correct?"
I looked at him tiredly. Not knowing what my answer may bring.
He put his hand on my shoulder, images of Father flashed into my mind. "Well then, you stay here, and I will be back soon enough."
[Where else would I go,] I wondered. [Not like I have a family anymore, I never really saw Mother as of late. And Sis was... was...] at that point I started crying again, though I felt exhausted. He came back after I was done crying.
"Let's go." He said without even stopping, sure that I would follow.
Well, as far as I could see, I didn't have much of a choice. I followed.
That night was quick, I fell asleep without even eating, and I stayed that way until He woke me up. We ate. Then I followed a gruling pace.
The second night wasn't as quick, the events of the night two days ago caught up with me again, I lost my Mother. Though that didn't bother me as much, as the fact I lost my Sister. For as long as I could remember she was always there, and when father became... rough, she always comforted me and told me of farway places, with happy endings. She would comb my hair with her fingers, and we would act like sister princesses to a royal family somewhere... somewhere other than there. After remembering that, then the remains of my sister, I heaved what was in my stomach, and set back down. I tried to eat, but I wasn't hungry.
The third night we made it to the biggest building I ever seen. The few times I was alowed outside, in the village, I never seen a building so big. The Man in Black strolled right on in, almost as if he was the owned it.
I followed him in of course, and through the maze of corridors, and passages. Through the rooms, and the halls, this place was even bigger inside! He led me to a steel door, rapped three times on it and left. I almost followed, but I felt I should stay. A big burly man opened the door, looked at me briefly, then pointed inside to a raised bed.
"Lay down, and be still." The man said gruffly. My Father flashed through my head: ["BE QUIET I SAID!" SMACK, he hit me hard on the head.]
"How old are you?" The burly man said.
With the vision still fresh, being alone in a room with someone else, and the recent trama. It was too much, my vision suddenly darkened, the room started spinning, and I suddenly fell asleep.
When I woke up, I didn't move anything, not even my eyelids. I don't know why but it seemed a good idea to feign sleeping. That's when I heard them come in.
"So she's the new one?" a chipped male voice was heard above my head.
"She's one of the smallest yet." a deep masculine voice cut in.
"I heard she fainted." This one was a woman, she sounded... cruel. It reminded her of Father.
"Some do, the situation overwhelms them, and it becomes too much to handle." the chipped voice said.
The woman scoffed "What I want to know, is whether we wait for her to wake or not, and how much to we put in. Not child psychology."
The chipped voice was next after a few second pause. "The boss said to give it to her when she wakes up, and to make it slightly heavier, just enough to tell if mental adaptivity to it in the earlier stages of childhood development make a difference in anything."
"Well," the deep voice said, and I felt a hand shaking my shoulder. "She wakes up, and we get to go to work."
Taking my que, I acted as if I just woke up, I opened my eyes and tried to put the voices to the faces I was seeing. It was mostly easy. The woman was as tall as most women I've seen. She had wrinkles on her face and her dark hair pulled back. The chipped voice probly belonged to the man with a slight hunch, and squinty eyes. The deep voice left a man taller than most people, he had sqare shoulders, and dark eyes. Though he seemed more creepy than the other two put together.
They told me to take a pill, it was smaller than the ones Sis gave me when the pain was bad. Since all three was staring at me like I owed them something, I quickly took it, and before I had a chance to think about what they said, and what it meant. I was back to sleep.
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A/N: Well this is the base of the story, let me know if you like it, or if you don't. I don't really want to write a story no one will read.
