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DESPAIR.
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A short girl with violet hair without eyes and without legs drags herself through the forest with her feeble arms as she bleeds leaving puddles of dark red on her muddy path as the rain mixed with her blood, her throat burning with each pitiful attempt to cry out, her body weakening with every gush of blood from the stumps of whatever remains of her legs.
"For just a day? Yeah, I did say that... I guess." She heard her own voice giggling out, willing her to drag herself towards the sound but unfortunately... her arms- no, not her arms, are giving out, she's slowing down, her strength- no, not her strength, is leaving her body- no, not her body. "Hehehe, you're a really great friend. You know that, right?"
The legless, eyeless girl wanted to cry out, to scream, but everytime she tried she could only wheeze, not a single word she could let out. She didn't like one bit how genuine those words were, those words from her own voice as its occupant giggled.
"I was in so much pain that I couldn't even move in my bed." She heard her own voice speak, walking closer towards her as she heard the steps on the land. "But you... you came for me! You pitied me! And you-"
The person possessing her body raised her voice in glee as she lowered herself and gave the broken body she's suffering on a warm embrace.
"You gave me your body! I can't ever thank you enough for that!" She hated it, she hated the witch using her voice and face, she hated herself for being so naive, she hated herself for being so trusting, she hated herself... for not listening to her father. "My, Viola, you wouldn't want me to suffer, right?"
"You don't want me back in that rotting body, right? You don't want me, your friend, to be in pain, right?!" She wanted to lash out, to fight back against the witch, but she could only whimper as she pathetically tried to bash her- no, not her arm, her weak and thin feeble arms against the witch. "That's right! You don't want me in pain, that's why you're such a great friend, Viola!" Her own hands, the witches hands, caresses her, the witches, face.
She tries once again to cry out, whatever control she had of magic she desperately tried to will, to lash out on the witch, to reclaim her own body, to make the pain of having no legs, of having no eyes, of her skin rotting, away.
"So that's why... that's why..." The witch in her body trailed off, the legless girl paused hoping, wishing, that the girl she pitied-
Squelch!
Her throat burned as she tried to scream, a knife stabbed through her neck as her feeble hands tried to pry it away.
"That's why... I'll do the same, I won't let you suffer in my body any longer, my... my only friend!"
Squelch!
"Your father... is a good man. Don't worry my friend, I will... care for him, I will love him in your stead!"
Viola couldn't even scream as she felt the burning pain in her throat, of the knife going through and squirming around her throat, the pain overwhelming her mind, so much so that she could no longer think coherently. Viola felt hopelessness, she couldn't do anything as the witch pulled the knife out of her- no, not her throat. Viola braced herself for another stab at her- no, not her throat, the feeling of dread giving her a sinking feeling in her-
"Viola!" She heard her name being called, a gasp leaving her as hope rushed back to her. Her Papa has come! As the witch ran away leaving the knife on her- no, not her neck, she dragged herself towards her Papa as hope gave her the strength to drag herself to her Papa. "Why- Viola, are you-?!"
"What... what is this?!" She heard her father shout out in shock, she heard him working his hunting gun's mechanism. "Viola, stand back!"
Viola would never again not listen to her father's words, and so, with what strength she could muster on her- no, not her weak arms, she pushed herself as far away from the witch as she-
BANG!
Huh? Viola... felt a sudden surge of pain going through the side of her- no, not her head, the pain leaving as fast as it came and... she couldn't feel that side of her- no, not her head.
BANG!
Another shot from her father... going through her head thrown back, the bullet going in and through her head,as she felt blood splatter out of her... no... not her face as she dropped on the wet muddy ground.
"Come, Viola, we're leaving!"
What... no, no! Papa, I'm here! Viola wanted to scream out, but she couldn't move, much less speak.
"Y-yes, father."
Viola... couldn't even cry, couldn't even shed tears through her bloody and dirty empty eye sockets as she heard her Papa and the Witch running away, their steps getting farther and quieter with each splash of mud until... nothing.
With only the rain, the thunder, the dry air she's screaming out with her, Viola felt... nothing, her consciousness fading as it sunk in for is dying- no, she will die, alone and miserable, her Papa has abandoned her and the damnable Witch she foolishly trusted has stolen her place, her face, her father's love.
In her last living moments in a rotting, dismembered, already decomposing body that is not even her's. She whimpered for her miserable fate in the mud, she resented the Witch for making her suffer such an end, she despaired for the father who loved her turned his back on her.
Viola shuts her eyes- no, not her- it no longer matters to her. She shuts her eyes close hoping the pain would end sooner, that she will pass on sooner, that she will not have to spend a second longer in the rotting body she was left with.
The thing that holds his fathers warm hand turned her gaze back upon her.
"Viola" smiles. Smiles warmly at the rotting corpse that would be her.
Even without eyes, without feeling, without the nerves to spark her brain to think... she can feel it. The smile of a friend.
A smile is so kind, so warm it's utterly sickening.
"Thank you... my dear friend."
Those last words are the last thing Viola heard from the crooked thing that now wore her face.
And those last words, and the movement that got so far out of reach burned her soul as she descended to the dark, inky abyss of hell itself.
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Curtains Close.
Scene end.
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IS THIS REALLY HOW IT'S GOING TO BE?
The heavy rain kept on pouring from the dark, tainted heavens above, mud and murky water washed away the deep, dark crimson blood which leaks from the Witch's body, as the legless eyeless girl lay unthinking and motionless in the defiled, dirty mud.
Lonely and unimportant deserving nothing but irrelevance in her black and crimson stained story. Until… one of two observers finally came out of the shadows. A black cat strolls out of the bushes, hopping past puddles it would sink on top of whatever solid surface it could land its paws on as the rain drenched it's dark furs. It walks, it hops, it navigates a path past the mud that would trap it and any puddles it would sink in–until it reaches its object of interest,
The lifeless bloody body of the Witch.
Or at least what it should've been.
Nothing more but a pathetic thing. Could it even call the corpse "human" anymore at the state it's in?
Disgusting.
The black cat circles the carcass, its mouth seemingly meowing out in amusement as it taps its paw several times on the Witch's eyeless face, her last expression frozen permanently on her pathetic, weeping face. One full of despair and regret, yet nothing could change that now.
Finally, the dark feline halts its movements, facing the lifeless body in amusement.
The demon who orchestrated Viola's miserable, pathetic end opens its jaw, preparing to devour the body infused with its power, to reclaim what it gave away.
As it prepares to bite into the corpse's flesh, its teeth sink-
"Why I cannot allow that, dear viewer."
The demon cat stopped, pulling itself away as it frantically turned side to side looking for the source of the distorted voice, a voice that is not human much like it.
"Such a marvelous performance, a stellar display of emotions.
Quite a shame to let it end so soon, no?"
The demon cat felt a shiver coming in its spine, the hairs on its body rising from the chill as it felt an approaching, menacing aura of something else creaking closer… and closer with every splash and squelch of the deep, dark, murky rain water.
"The desperation willing her to act even without eyes or legs,
the glimmer of hope that was immediately snuffed out…"
The demonic entity froze as it felt the overwhelming supernatural aura of the being approaching, something far more powerful than itself. Creaking and cracking as it crept closer and closer to the corpse.
"The despair, the terror, the pure unfiltered horror and unfairness she felt in her last, dying moment…
all of it accumulating into a singular point of a magnificent performance."
The demon cat finally saw the owner of the distorted voice, eyes opening wide and fur rising in pure terror as the figure left the shadows. A two headed puppet wearing high class clothing befitting of its noble profession, a simple yet elegant blue tailcoat suit, as he gently raised the creaking hands towards his chest.
"Greetings, it's nice to meet you face to face o' miserable interrupter.
You may know me as the face of this grand stage.
For I craft the grand plays and scripts for our dear performers to act… and for our watchers to enjoy.
The very same act that YOU tried to interrupt."
TERROR. FEAR. HORROR.
A MISTAKE TO COME HERE.
Every cell in its body screams for it to flee in a primal instinct at the entity standing right in front of the cat. To fight, which would mean an impossible- no, it would not even be considered as such for the two headed puppet outclasses it too much for any sort of competition to be considered.
It would surely be crushed without any questions asked.
"I cannot simply allow a young woman of such talent, of such prodigal capabilities, of such potential for terror,
to pass on without even knowing the limits of her talents!"
THE PERFORMER proclaimed with a dramatic gesture of his arms before he lowers his body down to stare directly at the golden eyes of the cat.
"No… it wouldn't simply do. It would do her injustice,
and it would bring shame to actors and writers everywhere…"
His tone lowered down and down every decibel as it kept staring. Forcing the cat to stare deep at his singular, unblinking painted eye.
"Now you understand… right?"
There it is again. The absolute horror felt right in its beating heart.
The demon had come across another supernatural being much like itself, it was no longer the only invasive being without competition which could do as it pleased.
"YOU. ARE. NOT. IN.
CONTROL OF THE PLAY."
it made the only logical decision as its survival instincts prevailed.
It fled.
It turned away from the menacing two headed wooden puppet, and with all of the strength it could muster up in all four of its legs, it started running.
Running and running and running and running as fast as it could into the endless night.
Nevermind its paws sinking down mud, never mind it's being dirtied, never mind that it fell into puddles leaving it cold and trembling, anything would be better than whatever fate facing THE SHOWMAN directly.
Now, only THE LEAD ACTORand the unmoving pathetic remains of a "human" stood in the lonely–rainy night. THE ARTIST walks closer to the Witch's corpse, ignoring the mud staining his high quality trousers, ignoring the fact neat clothes being ruined by the elements–
THE CONDUCTOR drops to a knee with a hand tracing the Witch's, now Viola's frozen expression of death she wore on her face.
"You need not worry any longer, young prodigy, for that little uncultured swine has gone away."
THE AUTHOR speaks with care for the lifeless girl, much like an artist would show care for their magnum opus.
THE ENIGMATIC ARTIST'S fingers glows with light blue flames as his hands trace the Witch's remains. The unnatural flames spread across in and out the body as it engulfs it. Yet… strangely enough, it does not burn the corpse.
Merely raising her to the stage, and the spotlight she deserves.
"Come, my young prodigy, come forth to a world far more civilized and cultured, to a world where your talents will shine forever more in a magnificent stage without an end!"
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Curtains Close.
Scene end.
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A NEW STAGE AWAITS.
In another world separate from the one of pain and misery she remembered in her last moments, in a near incomprehensible world from the one she was born and raised in, a city of steel and glass, the Witch– no, not the Witch, Viola opened her eyes.
She rubs her- no, yes, her eyes- no.
EYE.
She had an empty hole on what should be her left eye. A gaping, sickening hole where it should've been.
Her body felt unnaturally heavy as she pushed herself off of the... concrete ground?
'This... where am I?' Viola asks herself. She was not even trying to speak out knowing it would only burn her throat.
'This body... doesn't hurt as much.' She thought once again.
Slowly, with fear and uncertainty, she starts to turn her head up, left, and... Viola's mind blanks at the mere sight of the world around her, a world of glass and steel buildings in the far off distance, a clear blue sky with what... is no doubt magical lights atop the city. Is this... heaven? The afterlife? She wondered in her mind as she processed what her eye was seeing. She recognizes the buildings closer to her, around her belonging to people of wealth would own or go to a lot, not something her fa... her fath... at the…
GUNSHOTS. BLOOD.
PAIN.
PAIN.
PAIN.
DARKNESS.
She chokes at the thought of her father, the horrible moment, the most agonizing betrayal, her only family's voice... the last thing she remembers before the loud–
BANG! BANG!
Viola's thoughts come to a halt, she whimpers as she shakes her head left and right, she covers her ears with both hands, she shuts her one remaining eye shut.
BANG!
RATATATATATATAT!
KABOOM!
She shakes her head more, sinking her head low as hot tears stung her eyes, desperately trying to silence the echoing gunfire from both near and afar.
BANG! BANG!
She cries and screams, not even realizing that she could once again either as she heard more gunshots. The memory, the sound of her father's voice, the sound of his hunting-
BANG!
RATATATATATATAT!
The sudden pain at the side of her head leaving as soon as she felt it, the feeling of missing half of her head as blood poured out, shards of skull stabbing into her inner flesh and breaking off, her very mind leaking out. Viola kept on crying, kept on whimpering as she shook her head left and right trying hopelessly to stop the memory from replaying in her mind, the echoing gunfire, the blaring sounds of gunfire from just about everywhere, the gaping feeling in her left eye socket.
She cried out in absolute distress, not even noticing warm tears leaking from her one eye, she didn't notice the feeling of her cheeks wet from the tears, she didn't notice the group of delinquents approaching her with guns at the ready.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?!" One of them laughed out through her cross marked mouth mask, her peers laughing along as they walked towards the small crying girl. "What, someone stole your candy or something?"The group of delinquent girls, all in gray uniform, chuckled on their way to the weeping little girl in distress. It did not matter to them, the cries of the girl would merely be an annoyance once they ransom her off to whoever. The girl dresses nice and fancy, yeah?
"Damn it! Shut her up will you!" One of them demanded with a snarl.
"What? Can't handle a brat crying?!" Another teased.
"You can't even deal with that, you'll be a walk in the park for Valkyrie!" The last member of the group teased along.
"Huh? What'd you say?!" The one being teased shouted out in indignation, pointing her weapon at her own comrade.
"Lol, just a light teasing and you're already mad!" The delinquent friends, if she could even call them that, teased again.
"Can't handle a crying kid, can't handle teasing, what can you handle?" Another laughed at her pitiful display.
"If you're gonna be like that then you're useless in our group." That struck a nerve in the delinquent.
"Fine then, I'll deal with the little runt!" The weakest among this particular group of delinquents said, eyes narrowed in irritation at the screaming little girl on the ground as she approached.
Viola couldn't comprehend nor could she even think with her overwhelmed mind, the sudden events being forced upon her, the foreign world of glass and steel she's found herself in, the echoing unending gunfire everywhere invoking the terrible last memory of her- Her mind blanks, eye and eyeless socket shooting open as she felt someone grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking hard, pulling her face to stare at the delinquent with a few clumps coming down to hide the empty socket.
"Oi, will you shut your mouth already!" She heard the masked dark haired girl shout down at her, eyebrows furrowed as the masked girl in a gray uniform- "Oi, you deaf or something, huh?" Pointing a gun at her.
Viola cared not for the gun's strange shape and color, only that she knew it was a gun. The sight of the barrel aimed directly in her face, she could see a glint of something bronze deep in the barrel, the sight made her imagine... her father... his hunting gun- She screams and cries once again, shutting her eyes closed as she swung her head left and right trying to shake the hand roughly grabbing her hair.
"Hah, Goddamnit! She's retar-"
The girl who's hands painfully held and pulled on her hair would not laugh, nor hold Viola's hair any longer.
EVERYTHING ACHES.
Viola simply lashed out as she cried out louder, the supernatural force she's inherited moving to do as she willed, to make the bad person stop.
MAKE IT STOP.
The sukeben screamed out in pain as an invisible crushing force grabbed a firm hold of her, gripping her as her arms were compressed onto herself.
"AAARGHHH!"
MAKE.
HER.
STOP.
Then, at mach speed she was thrown away, just as Viola wanted the bad person to go away. The delinquent slams into the side of a building, the entire side trembling and breaking into cracks as she comes upon it like a cannonball, rendering her unconscious from the sheer force and pain she felt.
"HOLY SH-" Without hesitation, the delinquent girl's fellows aimed their guns at the crying girl.
Viola couldn't hear what the bad person's friends were saying, she only knew that they were also aiming guns at her, that they were also bad people... and that was all that she needed to know.
She wanted them to go away, she wanted them to leave her alo-
"Get down!" Viola heard a voice shout out behind her. "Flashbang!" That person shouted once again, not that she has any idea what that meant nor that she ca-
BOOM!
Once again, as if her life couldn't get any worse, her world turned to blankness once again. The only thing she could see in her sight is that of a bright white light burning through her remaining eye. Her ears ringing from how loud its explosion was leaving her deaf. Blind and deaf. How fate laughs at her. Not that she knows it's only temporarily, screaming and crying as she's been doing the entire time on the ground.
She had no idea nor did she care of the events she could not see, of how she was being protected from the delinquents, how the bad people with guns were being chased and beaten away by the Vigilante Corps. Viola then felt someone hold her again, this time the hold... was…. soft, soothing, caring. Like she was in an embrace of a loving mother. She stops thrashing around as she was pulled up but not into her feet, not that she has any in the first place.
As Viola calms down, as the effects of the "Flashbang" or whatever it is she heard, fades away. Her sight and hearing coming back, gasping at the sight of her knights in shining armor.
"Are you okay, friend?!" A girl with... such bright colorful hair shouted out in worry as she shook Viola, the girl's bright demeanor freezing Viola still. Friend? I'm... her friend…? The thought echoed in her mind. The last time someone called her a friend, the last time she trusted a so called frie-
"Uwaagh! Suzumi-senpai! H-h-HER EYE!" The girl who called her a friend, the girl with light purple hair tied into fluffy pigtails, her...
"H-H-H-H-HER HALO!" Viola remains still, in shock at the sight of something mystic floating above the girl's head, a bright pink star with a bigger bright pink star around it.
"An... angel..." She mutters out in shock, the somewhat clear words from her mouth... her throat not burning with pain as she realized she spoke out those words. She tries to sp-
"Not now, friend! First, we're bringing you to the Remedial Knights!" The girl calling Viola her friend shouted out once again in worry, her expression that of absolute determination and... sincerity.
Viola could do nothing but stare at the girl calling her a friend, she could do nothing but gawk as said girl carried her up, she could do nothing but be in awe as the girl carried her gently on her back.
"Reisa, come, no time to waste!" Viola turned to the other voice, a girl with another halo, this time a bright purple circle with arrows pointing outwards, long freely flowing white hair, a small wing sticking out of the side of her head, another angel who had come to save her.
Viola... could do nothing but sink her head on the girl's shoulders, the girl who's carrying her, rushing to a place where she would get help. Nevermind that these angels had guns themselves, she hasn't noticed nor does she care to notice.
"Don't worry, friend! You're in, The Knight of Trinity, the Arbiter of Justice-"
"You're in Uzawa Reisa's hands! Safe and sound!" The angel girl carrying Viola on her back shouted out, the girl's titles, Uzawa Reisa's title, brought Viola nothing but comfort. "How about you, friend, what's your name?"
"V-Vio... Viola... Williams." She choked out, sinking herself deeper into Uzawa Reisa's back, her arms wrapping around her new angel friend's body into a warm tight embrace.
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Curtains Close.
Scene end.
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THE FIRST PLAY ENDS HERE.
Dalubhasa41st A/N:
We're writing this with 5 more dudes. I picked Williams as Viola's family name as Abigail Williams, the girl who pointed to witches in the Salem witch trials. Hope you guys enjoyed my and big daddy Profums combined cooking.
Profum's A/N:
Dalub did the most cooking, and I edited a lot more just giving some sentences love and my own personal magic with some workskin bullschitt. Things will be ramping up soon enough with fluff here and
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