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Broken Wings
Chapter 21: Overcome
By: Midnight Walker
Dream…
Asyah dove toward the floor as her fathers fist slammed into the wall, showering sheetrock on her crouched form. She scampered through his open legs and screamed when he grabbed her ankle. He twisted her small ankle painfully, in his large hand. Asyah's father, Eric, was very strong; almost too strong.
He stood at 6'2 and weighed 200 pounds. He then turned around so he was facing her and then straddled her. Asyah had never told anyone of her father beating and raping her because she wanted so desperately to believe it wasn't true; to believe that he loved her like all fathers should love their daughters, but deep in her heart she knew this wasn't the case with her.
Soon his harsh voice floated up to her sensitive hearing, and it made tears spring into her eyes once more.
"You are nothing to me. I wish you were never born. I wanted a son, but you're weak whore of a mother gave me you; I hated you from the first moment I saw you. I-Hate-You. I don't even know why I keep you here; the only use you have is for my pleasure, and something to take my anger out on." He sneered at her. Asyah's heart broke into a thousand pieces at his words. It was true; she had known he didn't love her but to hear those words from his own mouth was like a knife twisting painfully in her stomach.
He then lowered himself to her and asyah realizing his intentions, tried to get away from him. 'Why aren't my powers working? Is being in this house disable ling my powers?' she thought franticly. She screamed kicked and scratched him leaving an angry red line down his face. Asyah looked on in fear realizing what she did. He balled up his fist and before asyah could move her head, his large fist slammed into her eye. Her head hit the hardwood floor and bounced back up; her vision swam in front of her.
Her head felt light and she could not remember where she was. Her father removed her clothes and his as well but she did not notice; her swimming vision was making it hard to focus on anything not even a thought.
She soon felt a sharp pain just below her abdomen, and everything rushed back at her like a speeding freight train. He was raping her again. Asyah closed her eyes and tried not to think about it, but like all other times she had tried this, she had failed. As his thrust got harder and faster, she could not swallow down the scream that tore at her throat.
Her father smirked as tears she tried to hold back, escaped making a path down her cheeks. She closed her eyes once more pleading in a weak voice, "Please stop…please…it hurts…" she whimpered. This only made her father go harder and faster causing her to cry harder and allow small screams to escape her throat.
Finally asyah felt him release inside of her and collapse on top of her. Asyah sobbed quietly digging her nails into the palm of her hand, leaving angry red, crescent moons in her palms.
Asyah's breath caught when he raised himself off of her battered body and removed himself from her. Her dressed and looked down at her in disgust; he then turned away from her and walked away like nothing ever happened leaving asyah lying bruised, beaten, and broken on the dining room floor, her hands still tied to the table leg.
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Amunet stood in front of the wall length mirror, admiring the dress she wore. It was a deep black halter dress that fell to the floor. It was skin tight and has a split up to her thigh on one side. Two black strings were tied at the base of her neck and hung down her back. The front had a cut from her belly button through her chest, revealing just enough to make men drool.
She smiled and threw her long hair over her shoulder and turned from the mirror. Over the last few days she had learned a lot about the world she now lived in. she knew she was currently residing in Great Britain; the home of the man named lord Voldemort. She was educated in muggle and magical history, and found it quite fascinating. She learned there were many wars, and the development of the powerful country of America.
In this day and age human swarmed the earth; her people had gone into hiding. Her odd green-blue eyes narrowed and darkened at the thought of all the humans that now ruled the world. Her blood boiled and the room darkened and the temperature dropped. They would pay, oh yes they would pay.
Her reign of terror will start with the lineage of the one who imprisoned her in stone for so long. She remembered the face of the woman who dared defy her; honey brown eyes glared with a fire unlike any she had ever seen. Long blonde-brown hair blew in the soft Egyptian wind. Pale pink lips a pale complexion, and a tall lean curvy frame. Yes she remembered every detail of this mysterious girl with such amazing powers. She even remembered when her servant had burst into her washing room while she sat in the large gold basin with red rose petals floating around her.
The servant rushed in a kneeled before her queen bowing in respect while saying hurriedly telling her the information she had been told.
"My queen I am truly sorry to interrupt your bath, but there has been word of an intrusion down at the gates." She said keeping her eyes on the floor.
"A man dare enter upon my domain and slaughter my soldiers, winter?" Amunet had asked not sparing the girl a glance.
"Not a man my queen, but a woman. She has already breached the fortress and his heading this way." Winter once more fell silent waiting for her queen to speak. A strand of silver-white hair fell to the floor in front of her eyes, blocking the view of her queen as she bathed.
"I see. I will have to deal with her myself then." She said coldly climbing out of the basin, rose petals sticking to her caramel skin. Winter rushed to cover her with a black silk robe. Amunet soon dismissed her and went into her bedchambers and changed into her favorite gold and white skirt with the top that tied around her neck and back. She brushed her hair and slipped on her customary bangles and ankle bracelets and left her bedchamber to face this woman who dared defy her.
She walked through the long hallways, servants bowing in respect as she passed. Soon she came to the double doors that led outside. The two guards bowed to her as they saw her walk up to the huge double doors that led out side.
Placing a caramel hand on each door, she pushed them open to reveal blood shed. Many of her soldiers had been slaughtered and there in the middle of it all stood a tall woman with long brown-blonde hair, honey colored eyes, and a fire unlike any other lit in her eyes.
"You dare trespass on my lands, woman? Who are you- after all I like to know the names of those I kill so I can mark it on your tomb- if you're that lucky." She said a smirk gracing her blood red lips. The woman said nothing for a moment; she just stood there as the Egyptian wind blew through her blonde-brown locks. At last she spoke in a mature voice that betrayed her girlish looks.
"Arianna Granger."
Yes granger. That was her last name. Amunet walked out of her bedchambers to see if Voldemort could help her with this small problem…
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Harry sat alone in the Gryffindor common room, on the blood red sofa. He had recently learned the truth about Autumn; he was beyond hurt. Why did she have to lie? He waited patiently for her to come in the common room, for she said she would be here at 3:00; it was 2:59. As the clock stroke 3, she strode in a bright smile on her face, wearing a plaid skirt, black turtleneck sweater, and black knee-high socks.
"Hey Harry." She noticed his crestfallen face. "What's wrong?"
"I know autumn." He said simply in a cold tone. Her eyes showed confusion and a little hint of fear.
"You know what Harry?" she said her voice tremble ling a little.
"I know about you. I know you're a death eater, I know that you're an assassin. But my question is why? Why choose to be committed to the dark?" he asked staring her in the eyes.
"Choose? Choose! I didn't choose anything, Harry! I was born to be this! There was no way out; it was either follow in my families footsteps or be killed." She said standing up and walking over to the opposite wall. She then turned to face him and slid her back down the wall. "If I could have had a choice do you think I would have done this willingly? I hate it, but to refuse is to be killed and I want to live Harry." She said one tear falling from her amber eyes.
Harry wanted so desperately to believe her, but found that he couldn't. Harry knew deep down inside of him he loved her, but did she love him? Harry got up from the couch and headed towards the boys dorm, autumn shot up from her spot against the wall to latch onto his arm.
"Wait Harry! I promise you I can change! Please don't leave me!" she cried collapsing to the floor, sobbing. Harry's heart wrenched at the sight of his former/current girlfriend lying at his feet crying her heart out. He could make out 'I'm Sorry.' In between sobs every now and then. He then came to a conclusion that he could not leave her, as much as he wanted to. Something about her pulled at his heart Everytime he saw her.
He grabbed her and pulled her up to his eye level so he could see her more clearly.
"Do you promise to me that you can change?" he asked seriously to her. She nodded her head quickly, blonde hair bouncing around in her pony tail. Her pulled her to him and rubbed her back and sat with her on the couch once more.
Before he drifted off into a dreamless sleep, he heard what autumn said before she fell asleep as well.
"I promise you that I'll change, I promise you Harry. I will do it for you because I love you, Harry I love you." these few words warmed his heart and he fell into a contented sleep with autumn curled on his chest.
A/n: I know, I know very short. Im sorry! Hides from angry readers I have not been feeling good lately; I have very bad asthma and I had a regular cold, and everything went down hill from there. To make a long story short; I felt like shit and I didn't want to give you a shity chapter because that's unfair.
I would do reviewer responses tonight, but im too tired. I'll do them nest chapter, I promise. Also I would like to say for autumn's fate the winner is…B! B: She and Harry live happily ever after. Not really, but you know what I mean!
Well you guys peace out, there is a Sesshomaru and Kagome fanfic I gotta finish reading and review for, then im off to bed; I got school tomorrow! Ugh! Shoot me now!