Chapter 1
I DO NOT OWN THE LEGEND OF THE SEEKER!
Kahlan lifted the bucket out of the well, trying not to spill anything. She hosted up her ragged skirt, carful not to tear the fabric already full of holes. She walked down the path, towards 'home.'
Home was essentially a shack in the middle of nowhere. The roof was caving in and leaked when it rained, the door was falling off its hinges and all the windows were smashed in, littering the grown with broken glass.
Kahlan walked inside, carful to not disturb the form passed out on the moldy couch. An empty bottle was hanging from the tips of his fingers, emanating a repulsive smell that Kahlan has always hated.
As she inched closer to the make- shift kitchen, the floor creaked, making her jump. Thankfully, the sleeping monster was not disturbed.
"Kahlan, your back?" Dennee said a little too loudly as she came down the stairs.
Dennee just turned 16 a few weeks ago, which was acknowledged only by her sister.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M RESTING YOU LITTLE IMBOSOL!" The creature sprung into full height, 6'8.
Dennee cowered away, hands going to her face. In a second Kahlan was in front of her, prepared to defend her little sister from this disgrace of a man.
The creature started to laugh. It was a sickening laugh, almost like a snort omitted from Beelzebub himself. "You trying to protect her?" It said in an insulting, high pitched squeal. He snorted again. Shaking his head, eyes growing dark, "You think you can stop me?" He exposed a row a yellowing teeth as his mouth turned into a sickening grin.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the damp room. Kahlan was knocked off her feet and let out a groan. At this point Dennee was crying. Its foot connected with Kahlan's stomach, causing her to curl up in the fetal position.
"How'd that feel?" Another sickening grin.
Kahlan spat in his face, letting out a small grin of her own.
"You're going to pay for that." Beelzebub grabbed Kahlan by the hair and dragged her to the cellar pushing her onto the dirt floor. It grabbed Kahlan's hands and a rope and bound them behind her back.
Giving her a final kick in the stomach, Kahlan let herself whimper as she heard a rib crack.
"Have a good time." The monster said as he closed and locked the cellar door.
Kahlan tried to sit up but couldn't. Her rib cage was on fire and she knew for sure it was broken.
Kahlan was at least ten pounds under weight. You could count every bone in her body if you wanted too. Her eyes had no shine, just deep, dull, emptiness. She was often dizzy and tired and usually was not able to pass solid excrement.
She wouldn't cry. Wouldn't give the asshole the satisfaction.
Kahlan didn't know how long she was in the cellar. It felt like eternity and then some. She couldn't event think of what It was doing to her sister.
The door opened, allowing in a few ray of light. The Monster pounded down the stairs grabbing Kahlan by the arms and pulling her up.
Beelzebub looked the girl in the eyes taking in his handy work. "Pull yourself together. I've got a job for you."
So, this is just a little experiment piece I put together at one in the morning. I always wondered what it would be like if Kahlan was never rescued from her father. What would she be like? Would she still help the Seeker? So I hoped you liked it, R+R please!
Thanks,
Absent-Minded-Professor07