Loki sat against the wall nearly all night unmoving before she pulled herself up and walking over to the chairs to grabs her black denim jacket that had a large oriental dragon on the back...to anyone else it was merely a dragon on a jacket, an fairly average thing...but to Loki, it was her life, her true family...The Dragon' Flame. A widely known and feared gang down in the New York, even some of the pitiful gangs up in Halifax knew them.
When Loki first arrived in the city, none believe the girl to be a Flame member and were very quick to dog her about it. But that didn't last; No Loki wouldn't stand for them to doubt her skills. Wouldn't have them dare question her reputation and she soon put each and every one in there place. Now she was known on the streets of Halifax and feared as she rightly should be.
She walked down the street her legs moving on their own will as she was preoccupied with the ongoing memories in her head; the recent one where of some of her worse encounters...
Flash Back
December 24, 1985
Morning Star Orphanage, 11:45pm
Silya walked down the corridors with a thoughtful look on her face. She wore a pair of torn black slacks and a very uncomfortable dark brown wool sweater, her black locks feel about her shoulders. She paused for a moment to stare out the frosted windows; out at the winter wonderland as it were. The wind was blowing hard out side, snow blowing every which way. It was beautiful, Silya always loved snow storms, and she found them to be quite peaceful and reassuring. To feel such a way in the orphanage was one of the rarest gifts.
She turned away from the windows and continued down the corridor slowly, she should have been in bed but found she couldn't, so she wandered the halls enjoying the quietness.
As she turned one of the corners she came face to face with one of the social workers that worked at the orphanage...Peter. She didn't care much for Peter; she didn't care for any of them to be honest, but especially not Peter. She often caught Peter leering at her, so she often chose to avoid him at all cost.
Silya slowly began to back around the corner, but it was too late, he had seen her and a sickening smile crossed his lips.
"Well well, if it isn't little Silya, and what do you think your doing out of bed hmm?" He started after Silya slowly
"I...I...I was...I couldn't sleep, I'll go back to my room..." Silya choked out before turning to run back down the hall, but she couldn't move fast enough because the next thing she knew Peter had caught her and hand his hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream for help.
"Now we can't have this, oh no you broke the rules and for that you'll need to be punished..." He grinned as he practically purred in her ear which caused her to shudder with disgust and struggle even harder. But she was merely 7 years old, and didn't nearly have the strength to get away from him.
Peter carried Silya off, back to his room....
Her screams muffled by his hand, her tears fell in vain as he gave -punishment- her...
After the deed was done...the clock tower of a nearby church rang its bells 12 times...
Peter leant over Silya and purred into her ear, "Merry Christmas..."
End of Flash Back
Loki had only then become aware that she was...crying, she could feel the blood tears as they rolled down her cheek unwittingly. Her eyes narrowed and growl sounded in her throat as she fought to keep her beast from emerging.
Her mind screaming at the memory...What girl deserved the kind of punishment she received!?! To be raped at the mere age of 7!! And on Christmas no less!!!
Loki had unwitting pumped celerity in her rage, as she lost the fight and the beast was freed...She ran off into the night then, all those who crossed her path were lost souls that night, thankfully at the time of night none where out expect for a very unfortunate prostitute and two homeless people. It was until about 30-45mins before dawn that she regained her senses and went to her haven covered head to toe in blood.
She sat against the wall in the windowless cellular, more tears streaming from her eyes and she fell into a very grateful dreamless sleep.
When Loki first arrived in the city, none believe the girl to be a Flame member and were very quick to dog her about it. But that didn't last; No Loki wouldn't stand for them to doubt her skills. Wouldn't have them dare question her reputation and she soon put each and every one in there place. Now she was known on the streets of Halifax and feared as she rightly should be.
She walked down the street her legs moving on their own will as she was preoccupied with the ongoing memories in her head; the recent one where of some of her worse encounters...
Flash Back
December 24, 1985
Morning Star Orphanage, 11:45pm
Silya walked down the corridors with a thoughtful look on her face. She wore a pair of torn black slacks and a very uncomfortable dark brown wool sweater, her black locks feel about her shoulders. She paused for a moment to stare out the frosted windows; out at the winter wonderland as it were. The wind was blowing hard out side, snow blowing every which way. It was beautiful, Silya always loved snow storms, and she found them to be quite peaceful and reassuring. To feel such a way in the orphanage was one of the rarest gifts.
She turned away from the windows and continued down the corridor slowly, she should have been in bed but found she couldn't, so she wandered the halls enjoying the quietness.
As she turned one of the corners she came face to face with one of the social workers that worked at the orphanage...Peter. She didn't care much for Peter; she didn't care for any of them to be honest, but especially not Peter. She often caught Peter leering at her, so she often chose to avoid him at all cost.
Silya slowly began to back around the corner, but it was too late, he had seen her and a sickening smile crossed his lips.
"Well well, if it isn't little Silya, and what do you think your doing out of bed hmm?" He started after Silya slowly
"I...I...I was...I couldn't sleep, I'll go back to my room..." Silya choked out before turning to run back down the hall, but she couldn't move fast enough because the next thing she knew Peter had caught her and hand his hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream for help.
"Now we can't have this, oh no you broke the rules and for that you'll need to be punished..." He grinned as he practically purred in her ear which caused her to shudder with disgust and struggle even harder. But she was merely 7 years old, and didn't nearly have the strength to get away from him.
Peter carried Silya off, back to his room....
Her screams muffled by his hand, her tears fell in vain as he gave -punishment- her...
After the deed was done...the clock tower of a nearby church rang its bells 12 times...
Peter leant over Silya and purred into her ear, "Merry Christmas..."
End of Flash Back
Loki had only then become aware that she was...crying, she could feel the blood tears as they rolled down her cheek unwittingly. Her eyes narrowed and growl sounded in her throat as she fought to keep her beast from emerging.
Her mind screaming at the memory...What girl deserved the kind of punishment she received!?! To be raped at the mere age of 7!! And on Christmas no less!!!
Loki had unwitting pumped celerity in her rage, as she lost the fight and the beast was freed...She ran off into the night then, all those who crossed her path were lost souls that night, thankfully at the time of night none where out expect for a very unfortunate prostitute and two homeless people. It was until about 30-45mins before dawn that she regained her senses and went to her haven covered head to toe in blood.
She sat against the wall in the windowless cellular, more tears streaming from her eyes and she fell into a very grateful dreamless sleep.