Welcome back everyone! I don't have much to say in this intro so we'll get right into it shortly. But before we do, I just want to give you all a fair WARNING (caps for attention): This chapter is the most gruesome and potentially bloody one thus far. If you want to skip the violence (its clear when it starts), then go ahead. I'll summarize the important bits at the end. Of course, if you have a stronger stomach or you're a psychopath and like violence, then don't pay this warning any attention.
Now let's get on with it.
Weeks went by, and I continued to work. People hated me still, and treated me as such, but at least I was doing what I wanted to. Zipporah bothered me the most, but that was to be expected. She was my older sister after all.
"Viridianai," Father started as we worked, "your dragging behind"
"Sorry," I said, speeding up, "You're digging so fast"
"Well, we need to speed up," he said, "winter's coming, and we need to get these seeds in the ground pronto"
"Right" I replied, planting the seeds quicker.
"Tsk" the planter across from me said. He was a ways ahead of me, but I still heard him.
"What?" I asked.
"With you working the seeds we won't have them in the ground in time and we'll all starve." He replied, "Bad luck, I say"
I frowned and planted the seeds even quicker, but still carefully. I'd had people say things like that to me, but when I tried to prove them wrong I sacrificed quality for speed. I needed to plant the seeds properly. They grew best that way.
Starting to catch up to the other planter, I smiled with pride. My back and hands ached more than usual, but nevertheless I was proud of myself.
The man looked up, saw how far along I was, and turned back to his work with a look of frustration on his face.
I snickered inwardly at his frustration. The last time I'd snickered out loud the others got very mad at me. I learned to keep much of my emotion inside, instead of expressing it and putting everyone on edge.
The day ended, and I'd planted everything that I needed to. Sitting down with my family in our hut, I ate dinner with them. It wasn't my favorite thing to do, as my mother and sister both still despised me. Mother tried to cover it up, but it was still obvious. I wasn't stupid. Zipporah was much blunter about it.
"You have food on your face!" Zipporah announced, staring at my mouth.
"So?" I asked.
"It's a bad omen!" She replied, staring hard at my mouth, "I see death! Death everywhere!"
"Oh please," I said, "you can't read fortunes with food"
"Prove it" Zipporah challenged.
"Girls," Father said, "Please stop"
I looked over at my mother, who sat eating her food, not even looking at us. Sighing, I went back to my food. She was so uninvolved with us, ever since I was welcomed into the village as a member and not just a burden.
Finishing my food I laid down in my bed to sleep. My arms and back were sore, and the pain helped put me to sleep. Then I felt the pain sharpen in specific parts of my body.
Turning over, I saw Zipporah poking my back.
"Zipporah!" I whispered, "Stop that! It hurts"
She didn't stop.
"Zipporah!" I spoke up, still a whisper.
"You don't want to wake everyone up, do you?" She asked, "Quiet!"
"Then stop that!"
"Make me"
I bit back my urge to get physical and attack her. Instead I turned to other cheek and tried to sleep. She kept poking me, so I moved my bed farther from her. When she finally stopped I started to fall asleep.
Just then I felt her driving her finger into my back. It hurt very badly.
"Stop!" I called, still in a whisper.
"Shh!" She hushed me.
"You shh!" I retorted.
"I didn't say anything" Zipporah pointed out.
"Yes you did"
"No I didn't"
"Yes you did"
"When?"
"Just now"
"You're the one talking dingus!"
"Shh!"
"Shut up!"
"Only if you will"
"You started it"
"Idiot, you did!"
She gasped, "How dare you?!" She asked, "If anyone's the idiot, you are! I'm telling"
"Fine!" I replied, rolling over in my bed.
A moment later she smacked my back. It stung harshly, and I almost screamed, but bit it back. Instead I spun around and tackled Zipporah to the ground.
"Get off me, you demon!" She cried, still in a whisper.
"You're the demon!" I replied, grabbing her neck and squeezing as hard as my little hands would allow.
"Let go of me!" She choked, not whispering anymore, "I'll, tell!"
I pressed my thumbs into her neck, "Try telling now!" I wasn't whispering anymore either.
I dug my fingernails into her neck, drawing blood. She choked, then grabbed my small arms and threw me aside.
Sitting up, I saw her standing over me, gripping her bloody neck. "I'll kill you demon!" She cried, "I'll banish you from the world!"
I grabbed her legs, knocking her over. She reached down and grabbed my frail legs. Squeezing and bending them, I felt them snap. Hot blood dripped from my legs, and I screamed. Opening my mouth, I bit her ankle. She screamed in pain.
Switching sides, I grabbed her neck again, pressing her face against the ground.
I heard my mother and father yelling at me, but I didn't listen. She deserved this. She screamed in pain, reaching up and grabbing my arms. Before she could throw me off I bit down on the nape of her neck and held on. As she pulled me off I ripped a piece of her neck off with me.
She screamed, tried to stand, then fell, blood dripping heavily from her mouth and neck. She gave a few final twitches, then fell silent.
I was panting, lying before her on my broken legs. Just then pain shot through my legs. Glancing back, I saw that she'd almost ripped both of them off. All that physical labor from the past few years had clearly paid off for her.
Looking down at my arms, I saw that they were scarred and bloody from her fingernails when she'd pulled me off her.
Glancing up now, I saw my father with his hand over his mouth, and my mother crying over Zipporah's dead body.
"Viridianai…" Father whispered, staring at me in shock.
By now the whole village had begun to gather.
"I knew it!" Someone announced, "She is the devil's seed!"
The elders pushed through the crowd to see what had happened. With the bloody nape still hanging out of my mouth and Zipporah's body before me it was pretty obvious what had happened.
One elder, the one who had announced my welcome, stared at me, shame in his face. It was likely that he had convinced the rest of the elders to give me a chance.
"I gave you a chance" He said, the rest of the elders now looking up as well.
I didn't say anything; I sat in shock as well.
"And you squandered it" the elder added.
"What would drive you to do such a thing?" Another elder asked.
"She," I started, not sure how to word it, "she made me crack"
"She was your sister for crying out loud." The elder said, "What could drive you to do something this horrible to your sister?!"
"The devil!" Someone called out from the crowd.
To my sadness, the elder nodded. "Yes," he replied, "truly you are a demon. There is no question about it; you will be executed"
Tears fell from my cheeks, splashing on the bloody nape, which now lay before me.
"Cordierite!" The elder called. A man with blue hair and tan skin stepped out from the crowd. He had a thin face and a strong build. "You know what to do"
He nodded, then walked to me and picked me off the ground. I didn't resist, as I had no strength left to do so.
As he walked me to the prison, which was just a very deep hole in the ground, he said, "I actually had faith in you. I thought you could change things. I guess that I was wrong"
I cried even harder. I didn't realize that more people than just my father and the elder believed in me. However, I knew that either way the outcome would have been the same.
As Cordierite brought me down a ladder into the hole-prison, I accepted my punishment in my mind, but continued to cry anyway.
So there you have it. I'm not sure what you guys thought of the fight, but editing it today was kind of gross (if that's the right word) even for me.
Important Bits: Zipporah was annoying Viridianai so much that she 'cracked', and attacked her. Zipporah managed to scratch Viridianai's wrists, as well as almost break her legs off (as in they were hanging on by only skin, the bone was broken). Viridianai eventually causes Zipporah's neck to bleed in two places and kills her.
Once again, I don't have much to say here either, other than that this is the second last chapter of Orange I before we get into Part 2.
And as usual, favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell your enemies, or don't if you don't want to and I will see you all in the final chapter of Orange I, Part 1: Prologue
