A/N: WARNING: CURSING CONTAINED! You have been warned…
In reply to this one person who didn't sign in and was a guest: It's AU, Alternate Universe; it's not supposed to be like the movie. And yes, I can fuck up the story as much as I want because it is MY story. –gasp- MIND BLOWN! So stop flaming and be quiet. You don't like, you no read. Got it? And no, she's not gonna get her sight back and no, I'm not gonna bow down to you and say, "Of course I'll change my writing just because you or the public says so!" Na uh, no way am I gonna do that. It's my story, I'm in control, and I can fuck it up, so DEAL WITH IT!
Disclaimer: Ye-I mean no.
Chapter 7: Hair Cut
"Whoops?"
Previously: Clarion cringed when the Queen said –
"We are going back to the Tree, you little bitch."
Ten minutes later, Clarion heard the door of the Queen's Private Study slam behind her.
WHACK!
Something slammed into her back forcefully, making her scream and fall forward into the wood. The same thing repeatedly kept hitting her over and over again in the same place. When Clarion made a move to shield herself, the Queen pressed her foot on her neck, hard. That held Clarion in place and she didn't risk struggling anymore for fear of breaking her neck.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Clarion shrieked after each hit.
"What were you doing at the border after dark?!" The Queen interrogated, never stopping her abuse.
"N-nothing –" Clarion answered, her voice raspy because of the pressure on her neck. Her back felt on fire.
"Stop lying and tell me the truth!"
"I-I didn't know…it…was…after…dark…" The Queen was pushing down harder.
"Well it was! WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!"
WHACK!
"…talking…"
"HE WAS TOUCHING YOU!"
WHACK! WHACK!
"…only…on…the…hand…"
"And that makes it okay? Does it?!"
Clarion didn't answer.
The Queen applied more pressure and the princess thought her neck was going to snap. It hurt so much. "Does it, you filthy little bitch?"
Clarion's voice only came out in a raspy whisper, "Yes."
Suddenly the pressure left her neck and was replaced with a five solid kicks in the head. Clarion swore she saw stars while her head felt like it was about to cave in. Meanwhile, rage flourished throughout the Queen and she shrieked, "WHAT?!"
The princess just groaned.
"Hand holding leads to a kiss, a kiss leads to a touch, and a touch leads to the extravagant other! Now does it make it okay?!"
Clarion said nothing; she was in too much pain.
"You whore! You filthy, filthy whore! How dare you!" The Queen shouted, mistaking Clarion's silence for something else. She kicked her harshly in the side. "HOW DARE YOU!"
Kick!
"How much did he pay you? What did you get in return?!"
"N-nothing…" Clarion mumbled, clutching her head with one hand and her side with the other. I will not cry. I will not cry…
"YOU SLUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, LETTING HIM TOUCH YOU!" The Queen yelled, yanking Clarion up by her hair.
"We didn't do anything!" Clarion defended weakly. She was rewarded by a slap on the mouth.
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE FILTH COMING OUT OF YOUR DISGUSTING MOUTH! What else did you do? Or is that all he did? Touch you." The last sentence rolled off the Queen's tongue like evil.
"We didn't do an –"
"LIES!" The elder roared, tugging harshly on Clarion's hair.
Clarion cried out in pain. Then she felt something stir inside the Queen as if she was plotting something. An eerie calm settled over the room and Clarion instantly grew afraid. "You know," the Queen started a smile in her tone, "your hair is in need for a trim."
More fear wound its way inside Clarion. She wasn't vain, not only because she couldn't see herself, but because she figured she always looked like trash anyway. The cuts, the bruises, the scars - her eyes - so looks didn't matter that much, except her hair. That was the only part of her body that was unmarred from the Queen's wrath and she had hoped to keep it that way. So it made sense as to why she felt her face pale.
The Queen laughed cruelly. "I think you will enjoy it, slut. Perhaps it will increase your, ah, chances of seducing sparrow men."
"No, no, please no!" Clarion pleaded.
Another laugh. "Why? Worried that there will be too many bodies to touch when I'm through with you?"
"Please not my hair!"
"Alright, fine. Not your hair. Let's do your wings then."
"NO!"
SLAP!
"DON'T YELL! What shall it be, slut? Wings or hair? Be happy I'm even giving you a choice." The Queen said in a voice very near to a growl.
Grimacing, Clarion picked.
The Queen tightened her grip on the blind fairy's hair before dragging her across the room. When she got to her desk, Clarion heard drawers open and close before something sharp, cold, and metal ghosted across her neck. A knife, she thought with horror. She was then made to sit in a wooden chair.
The Queen dropped all but one lock of hair and tugged on it harshly. "Time to make you look like an actual slut," she hissed before hacking at the lock.
Tears pricked at Clarion's eyes as she felt the first piece fall. I'm not a slut. I'm not a slut. I will not cry. I will not cry. It's just hair…
Lock after lock fell for the next few moments. The Queen was going very slow and cut about an inch or two away from the scalp, purposely torturing her successor. But soon she grew tired of it and decided more torture was in need so she purposely let the knife pierce the skin. A trickle of blood fell and Clarion screamed in agony. "BE QUIET!" the elder ordered loudly before being hit with an idea.
Clarion heard her open up another drawer and close it before she felt something be tied to her head so that it covered her mouth. Then her hands became tied together and to the chair with the same thing happening to her feet a moment later. So I can't struggle or make any noise, she realized.
Another lock fell.
And another.
A pierce to the head.
More blood.
A muffled scream.
By now the Queen's emotions of hatred and evil were far surpassing the usual and a strange new emotion occurred within her. Enjoyment. The feeling hurt Clarion so much that she allowed herself to let the tears stream down her face silently.
More blood.
More screams.
A cruel, cold blooded laugh ensued. "Isn't this fun?" The Queen stated. "Getting your hair done to look like the tramp you are?"
Clarion didn't answer and she felt her own blood snake down her face. They mixed with her tears.
"Why, the sparrow men will be practically begging for you to do them when I'm through with you."
Another piece of hair fell.
"You'll be the biggest slut in history!"
Slice!
A pain so intense flew throughout Clarion that she couldn't scream. A waterfall of blood came cascading down her face and when it reached her mouth, she could taste the metallic flavor. She felt it go down and pool at her feet with more coming all the while and after a moment or two she started to feel dizzy. The Queen's emotions were one of fake innocence and she simply said, "Whoops?"
Then Clarion fainted.
Clarion awoke in her bed a few days later not feeling well at all. Her back ached, her side felt bruised, and her head felt horrible. Although she couldn't see herself, she knew that she looked far worse than trash.
A dull ache started in her heart.
Her hands somehow wound their way to her head and they grasped what little of the hair she had left.
The ache grew slightly.
Pretty soon, they were roaming about her head and gently tracing the new scars that the Queen so graciously put in.
The ache swelled.
When they got to the very top of her head near the forehead, they traced a single scar all the way down to the beginning of her neck.
The ache exploded and Clarion put her head in her hands and wept. She felt awful. She felt sad.
She felt ugly.
