Well the results from last chapter's author note is in, and the majority of you wanted for me to introduce more characters. Keep in mind that this will only last 2-4 chapters, and I will not introduce all of them. There is still much I want to do with the major plot line before we get too involved with introducing new characters. Still, I am kind of glad you guys picked this option, it is after all great fun to stray away from the beaten path, even if it is the path that I myself am currently still in the process of beating and should probably get back to beating before it gets too overgrown.
Slight warning before I go: this chapter is VIOLENT. Not like the other chapters haven't been but still, this one is pretty bad. If you are sensitive to graphic imagery, ie blood, gore, and overall dead things, I would not suggest reading.
"But scytheFungus, I'm not squeamish! I am offened that you even suggested such a thing!"
I never suggested that you were squeamish. In fact I don't think that anyone is. There are just some people who might be disturbed by some of the content in this chapter, and I want to give them a proper warning. Okay? Okay.
Now that we've taken care of that, I present to you... *pounds a mediocre attempt at a drumroll on her laptop*... CHAPTER 9!
Your name is Terezi Pyrope, and you have only ever done what is just. The fact that justice sometimes requires violence is just an unfortunate fact. You assumed this was common knowledge, but here you are, locked up in a mental institution just because you were bringing about proper judgment.
You were once a courtroom judge, a rather good one too. Your colleagues were all telling you that you were going places, that not everyone was lucky enough to get where you were especially considering that you were blind (which you still are) and extremely young... how old were you again? Nineteen? Law school had been a breeze, of course. Didn't even take you two years. Yes, nineteen sounds about right. Anyway, at that point you started getting... overconfident. You were convinced that you didn't need "sufficient evidence" to throw someone in prison. Most of the time you just read it in their face. And that instinct was never wrong. Actually, it was wrong once.
Some blue-collar, working class, average citizen had been found dead on his kitchen floor. You knew immediately that it had to be the wife. It was obvious that at the time he had been having an affair with one of his coworkers, and that was just enough to send little wifey into a killing spree. You had her locked up a mere fifty minutes into the trial. You went home satisfied with what was just another case to you at the time. But then you started thinking, really thinking about the evidence. He had been stabbed several times in the knee before the final blow was delivered to the heart. The knife was also found angled upwards, as if the attacker was much shorter than him. That's when you realized, the wife was 5'10", the husband was only 5'7". A pang of guilt hit you, as you came to the realization that an innocent woman had been thrown in jail, and it was your fault.
The very next day you turned in your robes and resigned. No one knew why, and you weren't about to tell them. You were able to find a job teaching ten-year-olds, and although it was far from preferred, it was still work. Plus you got to use chalk all the time, which for some reason you have always loved. Then you got a transfer student, one who up until that point had been going to a private academy. Her name was Aradia Medigo, and she just so happened to be the daughter of the woman you had wrongly thrown in prison. For the first month or so you avoided interacting with her too much, you were feeling so consumed with guilt after taking her mother away.
Then the pieces of the puzzle started fitting together. Aradia would talk all the time about how she heard "the voices of the dead" and how her late grandmother always told her that she missed her son. That little girl told you that her grandmother and father were happy, and that she was glad they could finally be together. It creeped you about a bit. it just seemed like some cliché in a horror movie. Then you remembered the stab wounds in the knee, the slant of the knife found lodged in his chest. Aradia was only 4'5", she would have needed to attack his knee to get him to bend over, so she could lodge the knife in his chest. You feel a rush of cold run over you thinking about such a sweet and innocent-seeming girl killing her own father.
During recess, while all the children were outside, you had found some old rope in the janitor's closet and fashioned it into a pathetic-looking, rather rotten noose. You asked Aradia to stay late after class that evening, you told her you wanted to talk to her about her grades. You proceeded to grab her and wrestle it around her neck, as she cried for you to stop.
"It's okay, sweetie. Don't you want to be with Daddy and Grandma?" you said, quickly pulling the rope. You watched her limbs flail around as she desperately tried to cling onto life. You watched as the color slowly left her face, and she went completely limp. It gave you a certain satisfaction that you hadn't felt since you stepped down from the bench. You smiled to yourself. The scale had finally been balanced, justice had been properly served.
Of course, they found out about your little trial, and had you locked away in this place. You really don't think it was necessary, like you said it was all in the name of justice. Sure, your methods of judgment may have become just a little harsh, but you still believe they are proper punishment. Perhaps even better punishment. When you killed Aradia, you literally felt a shift in the universe, as balance was restored, the guilty party finally given what she deserved. Some people just can't handle justice. It sickens you knowing that there are little girls that want to kill their fathers, and it sickens you perhaps even more that there are people who will lock you up just because you did what was right.
Well there you have it, Aradia and Terezi are now part of the story! Stay tuned folks, more characters to come! As always, thanks for reading!