Summary: Ok well this story will be based around my fictional character
Morwen. She is Morgan's youngest daughter. The only fact that has kept her
alive. She is volatile and very dangerous. Morwen was involved with a very
creepy crowd that ended her in serious trouble. The New Charter for years
have wanted to contain her, she is violent and destructive, but something
will happen that will leave Morgan and The New Charter no choice but to
release her so she can kill whatever is trying to hurt Moira Delaney's
youngest daughter Morin, but what they don't know is that the years that
she has spent in Maenad berg, have taken every ounce of decency or mercy
from her. She cares for nothing or does she?
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There's also going to be a lot of flashbacks in this story, that will tell you why she is were she is and what she has done.... So enjoy AND review!
Chapter one: Thoughts that contain you.
***Rip.... Tear.... Bleed.... Pain...
They cannot keep me here forever. They will relent. They will die.
They cannot know what it is like to see only within, to know who you are but not what you are. They know; I know they do. They must.
These four walls, they speak to each other, they laugh at me. I know they do. (A/N did I mention that she is crazy by the way?) They tell their stories and they won't talk to me, they wont. Pain they tell me, you know pain don't you? You live knowing pain don't you?
Pain can be controlled. You can learn to feel nothing. They can't touch you then. Their hands can't touch you.
They put me here; they did, they don't care.
They want me here***
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A darkened room, no window to allow sunlight, nothing she could use to create magic- nothing.
A bed stands alone in the room, nothing else- nothing.
Morwen stands alone all those that she wanted to love her have deserted her- there gone- there's nothing left for her, no one cares, for she is here, and if they cared she wouldn't be here- would she?
Her eyes, once a soft fragile brown are now as black as night, and they hold as many secrets.
She feels nothing, never talks, and never shows reaction- it is all that's left of what once would have been Morwen Niall.
Flashback:
"Come on Morwen that's a good girl... come on" a woman, urged baby Morwen.
"Come on" she repeated to a 9 month old girl, the little girl trying desperately to reach her mother, come back.... Don't leave.... Come back- I need you.
Morwen tried hard to get to her, so very hard, she tried everything.... But nothing worked, nothing seemed to make her come closer, she wanted her, O how she wanted to be close to her. Be close to this woman, this woman, her mother.
Morgan...
End flashback.
Her eyes sprang open to the darkness surrounding her, and with a startled cry she sat up looking around her.
Everything was still... nothing was moving...
She could hardly remember her mother, couldn't even picture her, she remembered her father- he came to visit every week.
"Morwen your father's here to see you" a plump lady in tight nurses uniform said through the glass.
Morwen made no move, gave no reaction. She just stared.
Father... the word had no meaning to her, what is a father, a father plays with you, he hugs you, cares for you, he would be mine.
This was Morwen Niall, the youngest daughter of Morgan and Hunter Niall. She was unlike anything the new Charter had seen. She was so destructive, so powerful, it was terrifying.
A lot of time had gone into trying to contain her but what no one can figure out is- why?
Why was she contained, who did it? Morwen has waited to hear those questions answered- but no one has told her.
Four people came into the room wearily and alert, they new what she was like- at least twice a week she tried to escape- but they always caught her- of course they did, they would always have her, she would never be able to leave- not ever.
Maenad berg.
O how she hated being here. The people hated her here, they feared her- O yes they did but they had her here, she wasn't a threat while she was here.
I'll show you, I will show you all, Morwen thought viciously.
Last week she had almost gotten away but no- they had found her and brought her back- the walls had jeered her, telling her how useless she was, how she could do nothing right.
Morwen watched them come closer- that's all- just watched.
O how she would torture them, crunch their bones- crack their skulls- they would now pain, O yes they would.
Last week she had bitten Broderick's finger off, he had gotten in her way, she enjoyed the pain she caused him- it was only a percentage of the pain she suffered day after day.
He wasn't here now- no doubt he just didn't have the nerve to be.
She watched them circle her; one had the chain, the spelled chain she hated, it hurt her, and it bound her.
She closed her eyes and silently said; let them die, please goddess let them go, let them be gone, I don't want to see them.
She could do nothing but widen her eyes as they tied and bound her with their spells- but she would not cry out- she would not give them the satisfaction of knowing they caused her so much pain.
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Hunter Niall was sitting patiently in the visiting room, he found it hard coming here- but he did- he couldn't let his daughter go through this alone.
He new she hated being here, hated being contained, he hated seeing her hear, but he new it was for the best, it was for her, but deep down he wondered if it was.
Hunter was now 65 years old, and was the chairperson of the New Charter; although he was 65 he was still 40 in looks.
Morgan had become the first person to create an age slowing potion, and she and Hunter had both taken it, since they new that if they were to protect their children they would need to be of an age were they would be able to call on powers and energies in case one of them was in need.
Morwen needed him.
Hunter felt guilt at leaving her here with them, he truly did, he hated leaving her, hated being so far away, but it was the only way.
He new the pain she was going through – he had felt the same when he had been on the island, held captive by Morgan's half sister Iona.
Hunter sighed; what is it with half siblings? He thought
But she had to be here, he new what she had done- not all of it- he didn't think anyone truly new the deepest places his daughter had been, he new what she was, what she had done. But he still loved her- she was his daughter- of course he did.
Hunter cast a quick look around him and was getting anxious- shouldn't they be here by now?
Suddenly the door opposite him burst open and 8 people entered the room, all of them flanking Morwen.
Hunter immediately stood up and crossed over to them.
"What has happened?" he asked them but they shoved Morwen into a chair and said menacingly.
"That one.... Should be put down- she's an animal," He said nursing his right arm to his chest; it appeared she had broken it.
Hunter looked to Morwen but nothing in her face betrayed any sort of emotion.
They left the room then none of them looking back.
She never talked to him- he couldn't remember a time when she ever did, she had always been secretive. She had never opened up to him, not once, it was a guess with her, and he didn't understand why she did those things.
Murder,
Torture,
Maiming,
Dirty and shoddy dealings with that gang, she used to hang out with. They were something else, each one was as creepy and as sinister as the last, and morwen had been their leader, the one they had looked up to- or so she had believed- but they had deserted her, left her here.
Alone.
Even Morgan wouldn't see her, she couldn't bear seeing her here, and she had begged Hunter to let Morwen go- to not section her- to not send her to maenad Berg; the Wiccan equivalent of an insane asylum.
But when word had gotten out that Morwen had committed murder and that she and her "crowd" had done dealings with some of the most dangerous people the new charter had known, Hunter had been left with no choice but to section her, he had had no choice.
She would kill us all if she had the chance, Hunter thought.
And Hunter didn't think he would blame her.
He wanted so much for them to be a proper Father and daughter, but he new that that would mean that she would have to be something she wasn't; She would never be that person.
He wanted to hold her, tell her it would be okay, that he was here and that he would always love her no matter what she had done.
But he couldn't.
He could do nothing but stand aside and watch.
He remembered her trail- how upset Morgan had been, how Moira and Hunter had locked eyes and he had seen what she had in her eyes- pain.
His other children, Hayden, his 23-year-old son, Maria his 21-year-old daughter and then Lynden, his second youngest son, his children had all cried when they had taken their sister away.
Hunter remembered watching her, she had given no reaction to the verdict, had not cared what had happened to her, and the thought had pained him so much.
He hated been able to see her for nearly a month because she had tried to escape so much- they hadn't allowed visitors and Hunter had tried to see her but he had been refused.
Morwen had never even looked at him, ever since she had come here; he had never seen her eyes look into his.
Hunter feared she hated him.
But it hadn't stopped him form coming- he had to keep trying to reach her; he couldn't give up on her.
"Hey Morwen" he said trying to meet her gaze, but she never moved, never spoke to him. He sat back and expelled his breath.
"Why don't you talk to me?" he asked suddenly, unable to hold in the question, she was obviously surprised, she looked up at him for the first time in 2 years.
Hunter caught a quick glimpse at her eyes before she once again averted her gaze- she had brown eyes.
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AUTHIORS NOTE
It's going to be a sad story guys, it might be a little weird but I promise it will get better.
Please review and tell me everything!
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*** = Thoughts
There's also going to be a lot of flashbacks in this story, that will tell you why she is were she is and what she has done.... So enjoy AND review!
Chapter one: Thoughts that contain you.
***Rip.... Tear.... Bleed.... Pain...
They cannot keep me here forever. They will relent. They will die.
They cannot know what it is like to see only within, to know who you are but not what you are. They know; I know they do. They must.
These four walls, they speak to each other, they laugh at me. I know they do. (A/N did I mention that she is crazy by the way?) They tell their stories and they won't talk to me, they wont. Pain they tell me, you know pain don't you? You live knowing pain don't you?
Pain can be controlled. You can learn to feel nothing. They can't touch you then. Their hands can't touch you.
They put me here; they did, they don't care.
They want me here***
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A darkened room, no window to allow sunlight, nothing she could use to create magic- nothing.
A bed stands alone in the room, nothing else- nothing.
Morwen stands alone all those that she wanted to love her have deserted her- there gone- there's nothing left for her, no one cares, for she is here, and if they cared she wouldn't be here- would she?
Her eyes, once a soft fragile brown are now as black as night, and they hold as many secrets.
She feels nothing, never talks, and never shows reaction- it is all that's left of what once would have been Morwen Niall.
Flashback:
"Come on Morwen that's a good girl... come on" a woman, urged baby Morwen.
"Come on" she repeated to a 9 month old girl, the little girl trying desperately to reach her mother, come back.... Don't leave.... Come back- I need you.
Morwen tried hard to get to her, so very hard, she tried everything.... But nothing worked, nothing seemed to make her come closer, she wanted her, O how she wanted to be close to her. Be close to this woman, this woman, her mother.
Morgan...
End flashback.
Her eyes sprang open to the darkness surrounding her, and with a startled cry she sat up looking around her.
Everything was still... nothing was moving...
She could hardly remember her mother, couldn't even picture her, she remembered her father- he came to visit every week.
"Morwen your father's here to see you" a plump lady in tight nurses uniform said through the glass.
Morwen made no move, gave no reaction. She just stared.
Father... the word had no meaning to her, what is a father, a father plays with you, he hugs you, cares for you, he would be mine.
This was Morwen Niall, the youngest daughter of Morgan and Hunter Niall. She was unlike anything the new Charter had seen. She was so destructive, so powerful, it was terrifying.
A lot of time had gone into trying to contain her but what no one can figure out is- why?
Why was she contained, who did it? Morwen has waited to hear those questions answered- but no one has told her.
Four people came into the room wearily and alert, they new what she was like- at least twice a week she tried to escape- but they always caught her- of course they did, they would always have her, she would never be able to leave- not ever.
Maenad berg.
O how she hated being here. The people hated her here, they feared her- O yes they did but they had her here, she wasn't a threat while she was here.
I'll show you, I will show you all, Morwen thought viciously.
Last week she had almost gotten away but no- they had found her and brought her back- the walls had jeered her, telling her how useless she was, how she could do nothing right.
Morwen watched them come closer- that's all- just watched.
O how she would torture them, crunch their bones- crack their skulls- they would now pain, O yes they would.
Last week she had bitten Broderick's finger off, he had gotten in her way, she enjoyed the pain she caused him- it was only a percentage of the pain she suffered day after day.
He wasn't here now- no doubt he just didn't have the nerve to be.
She watched them circle her; one had the chain, the spelled chain she hated, it hurt her, and it bound her.
She closed her eyes and silently said; let them die, please goddess let them go, let them be gone, I don't want to see them.
She could do nothing but widen her eyes as they tied and bound her with their spells- but she would not cry out- she would not give them the satisfaction of knowing they caused her so much pain.
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Hunter Niall was sitting patiently in the visiting room, he found it hard coming here- but he did- he couldn't let his daughter go through this alone.
He new she hated being here, hated being contained, he hated seeing her hear, but he new it was for the best, it was for her, but deep down he wondered if it was.
Hunter was now 65 years old, and was the chairperson of the New Charter; although he was 65 he was still 40 in looks.
Morgan had become the first person to create an age slowing potion, and she and Hunter had both taken it, since they new that if they were to protect their children they would need to be of an age were they would be able to call on powers and energies in case one of them was in need.
Morwen needed him.
Hunter felt guilt at leaving her here with them, he truly did, he hated leaving her, hated being so far away, but it was the only way.
He new the pain she was going through – he had felt the same when he had been on the island, held captive by Morgan's half sister Iona.
Hunter sighed; what is it with half siblings? He thought
But she had to be here, he new what she had done- not all of it- he didn't think anyone truly new the deepest places his daughter had been, he new what she was, what she had done. But he still loved her- she was his daughter- of course he did.
Hunter cast a quick look around him and was getting anxious- shouldn't they be here by now?
Suddenly the door opposite him burst open and 8 people entered the room, all of them flanking Morwen.
Hunter immediately stood up and crossed over to them.
"What has happened?" he asked them but they shoved Morwen into a chair and said menacingly.
"That one.... Should be put down- she's an animal," He said nursing his right arm to his chest; it appeared she had broken it.
Hunter looked to Morwen but nothing in her face betrayed any sort of emotion.
They left the room then none of them looking back.
She never talked to him- he couldn't remember a time when she ever did, she had always been secretive. She had never opened up to him, not once, it was a guess with her, and he didn't understand why she did those things.
Murder,
Torture,
Maiming,
Dirty and shoddy dealings with that gang, she used to hang out with. They were something else, each one was as creepy and as sinister as the last, and morwen had been their leader, the one they had looked up to- or so she had believed- but they had deserted her, left her here.
Alone.
Even Morgan wouldn't see her, she couldn't bear seeing her here, and she had begged Hunter to let Morwen go- to not section her- to not send her to maenad Berg; the Wiccan equivalent of an insane asylum.
But when word had gotten out that Morwen had committed murder and that she and her "crowd" had done dealings with some of the most dangerous people the new charter had known, Hunter had been left with no choice but to section her, he had had no choice.
She would kill us all if she had the chance, Hunter thought.
And Hunter didn't think he would blame her.
He wanted so much for them to be a proper Father and daughter, but he new that that would mean that she would have to be something she wasn't; She would never be that person.
He wanted to hold her, tell her it would be okay, that he was here and that he would always love her no matter what she had done.
But he couldn't.
He could do nothing but stand aside and watch.
He remembered her trail- how upset Morgan had been, how Moira and Hunter had locked eyes and he had seen what she had in her eyes- pain.
His other children, Hayden, his 23-year-old son, Maria his 21-year-old daughter and then Lynden, his second youngest son, his children had all cried when they had taken their sister away.
Hunter remembered watching her, she had given no reaction to the verdict, had not cared what had happened to her, and the thought had pained him so much.
He hated been able to see her for nearly a month because she had tried to escape so much- they hadn't allowed visitors and Hunter had tried to see her but he had been refused.
Morwen had never even looked at him, ever since she had come here; he had never seen her eyes look into his.
Hunter feared she hated him.
But it hadn't stopped him form coming- he had to keep trying to reach her; he couldn't give up on her.
"Hey Morwen" he said trying to meet her gaze, but she never moved, never spoke to him. He sat back and expelled his breath.
"Why don't you talk to me?" he asked suddenly, unable to hold in the question, she was obviously surprised, she looked up at him for the first time in 2 years.
Hunter caught a quick glimpse at her eyes before she once again averted her gaze- she had brown eyes.
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AUTHIORS NOTE
It's going to be a sad story guys, it might be a little weird but I promise it will get better.
Please review and tell me everything!
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