Crona tore from the couch and raced to her bedroom. Stripping of the pajamas provided she hurriedly threw the inky black dress that identified her over her lithe frame and tore from her bedroom. She tore the mini barrettes and ponytails from her hair, releasing it from its confinements and it fell to her shoulders in a wild pink mess. She hurried downstairs; her speed was that of someone whose stockings had been lit aflame. At the front door she forced her heavy black boots over her bare feet and threw open the grand door. Kid suddenly appeared beside her, his gold eyes showed understanding as he dangled a set of keys in his hands.
Crona Gorgon felt her stomach turn flips as Kid sped down the road. His speedometer read a number that was dangerously high and illegal. A sudden flash of red and blue lights alerted the girl as her eyes rolled to the rearview mirror. Kid, being an obedient citizen of the law pulled over at once. Crona, seeing this as her only opportunity unfastened her seatbelt and threw the passenger side door open as soon as it rolled to a perfect stop. She tore with flailing limbs to the police car, shouting nonsense. The officer, a man with skin so white it was almost blue and dreadlocks stepped from the car.
"Ms. Are you alright"?! He shouted to her, Crona skidded to a stop a few feet in front of him. Her eyes were wide and her forehead glistened with sweat of the overhead street lamp.
"M-My name is Crona Gorgon, and as you can plainly see… I am not dead"!
Ragnarok rested his forehead against the iron bar of the prison cell. He had long since finished his tears, but instead his gut burned with the desire of revenge. He was right there; the bastard who really had raped and murdered Crona was looking right at him from across the hall behind his own set of wrought iron bars.
"As soon as you give me the chance, I'm going to wrap my hands around your slimy throat and strangle the life out of you! How dare you touch my sister"! Ragnarok snarled profanity after profanity at the man who had taken his little sister, his precious Crona… She probably lay in a bloody mangled mess in a dirty ditch somewhere. He could practically hear her and her cowering.
"I don't know how to deal with this"! Crona would whimper at the slightest thing, she'd jump ten feet at the slightest noise and the crying… It seems Crona was always crying at one thing or another…
"Ragnarok"! Crona reached through the iron bars, grasped her brother's greasy black locks in her frail fists and pulled his face to the spaces between the bars. His dark eyes widened in shock and began watering.
"C-Crona… Are you a spirit"?! She shook her head, her pink locks batting lightly against her lips and cheeks.
"No, I'm one hundred percent not a spirit… The accusation of my death made against you was a false one. I'm going to explain to a detective now, but I had to let you know I was alive". Ragnarok closed his eyes and tears began leaking from his pressed lashes.
"Go Crona, go tell your story and land the right bastard behind bars". Crona nodded and headed down the hall.
A young woman with bangs and long dark hair sat in a chair in front of Crona, an audio tape was sitting between them.
"It's nice to meet you Crona, my name is Nadine Crowley. I'm a special type of cop on a special unit to help you with this situation. So I'm going to ask you a few questions and then sit quietly while you tell me your story… So when did the abuse start"?
"I can remember as far back as three".
"And how old are you now Crona"?
"I'm sixteen Ms. Crowley"… Nadine made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded like surprise and disgust.
"And do you remember who your first abuser was"?
"My mother, Medusa Gorgon was my only abuser till Free came into the picture. He acted as an accomplice to her, beating me when she instructed, and finally raping me. Though my mother told him too"…
Nadine Crowley was an agent on the Special Victims Unit that dealt with rape, incest, pedophilia and other sexual related crimes. She was a relatively new agent and hadn't quite seen the array of cases that would plague her in the future, so this by far was the worst she'd ever seen. Her dark eyes studied Crona Gorgon as she was finally able to share her story without fear of punishment.
An hour a half, along with two used tapes later, Nadine Crowley wanted nothing more than to drive a cruiser into the house of Gorgon, bash Medusa Gorgon's face in, and put her in prison for life. Sadly though, she would be charged with police brutality and excessive force. Nonetheless a trembling Crona was offered a watered down hot chocolate, a blanket and a comfortable chair. The door flew open suddenly, and in charged a very proper but seething and angry young man with black hair that was stained with three striking white stripes. As soon as he saw the young Gorgon girl, his anger dissipated and he raced to her side.
Crona abandoned the hot drink at the end table beside her chair and stood up as Kid threw his arms around her bony form in a crushing hug.
"Crona, Crona, Crona…. They've arrested your mom and she's been brought in for questioning". Kid sighed happily, though as the final syllable escaped his mouth he noticed Crona had gone stiff as a board. She instantly and with surprising strength pressed her hands to his chest, forcing him away from her and charged out of the room and down the hall. She found her, sitting at a table behind a glass wall as a male detective spoke to her. Medusa's golden eyes slithered to Crona's direction and a silent message was exchanged between the two through eye contact. Medusa's cold eyes told Crona one thing.
"You are going to die".