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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,093
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Shadow and the Beast
Title: Shadow and the Beast
Author: Caliadragon
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC 17 just to be safe.
Warnings: Angst, torture, mentions of rape, Murder, character deaths, unbeta\'d
AN: This was originally written as a short story for an Intro to Lit class. It was inspired by my International Film class and the movies we were watching at the time. I may expand this later, but for now it is a one shot.
Disclaimer: None needed, this is mine and mine alone.
1/1
She walked on the edge of their senses, a shadow beyond what they were used to dealing with. No one, not even the Prophetess could sense her presence, which was exactly what the visitor wanted. The Shadow had come for one purpose and one purpose only, to destroy that which had made her.
Once in a distant time, the shadow was a being of the light. Sweet and gentle, she believed in the absolute goodness of those around her and those who roamed. This naiveté led to her new status. They had come from over the mountains, seeking aide, or so the claimed, and as a healer she had answered.
All this had gained her was pain, humiliation and wounds that refused to heal. The once gentle healer turned her saving art, to murderous vengeance. She sought out those who had tortured and raped her. She maimed their bodies as they maimed her soul.
Only one man remained of the seven who had harmed her. Only one man stood between her and the ability to give up finally. With this death, she would finish what they began ten long years before. She would end her own life, but not before, he was dead.
The Shadow creeped up the side of the building, no one noticed, had they she would have killed them, their deaths meant nothing to her. They worked for the Beast, therefore they were of the beast, at least in her eyes.
When she finally reached his chambers, she could see that he was alone, sleeping the sleep of the soulless. She quietly walked into his chambers, closing the balcony doors that had aided her entrance, silently. She carefully walked to stand beside the bed and look down at the face of her last tormentor.
A cold smile crossed her face as she pulled out her first weapon of the night. Leaning down she drove the quill into his skin and watched in satisfaction as the potion within it seeped into the mans skin. By the time he opened his eyes, he was at her mercy.
The potion took away his ability to move or to speak. However, it did not; remove his ability to feel what was going to happen to him or to hear what she had to say. He watched in horror as she pulled out a myriad of daggers and a barbed piece of wire.
“Do you know why you I am here?” the Shadow asked in a cold voice.
The man blinked violently and the Shadow laughed coldly. “Yes, you remember what you did to me. You made sure I would remember you at any rate. I wish I could hear you scream, but that is not a gift given to me this eve. Instead, I will have to enjoy watching you bleed and reliving the torturous pain that I once endured. I can assure you that I will enjoy this much more than you.”
Those were the last words spoken for the next hour. Knife after knife was driven into the man’s body. No vital organs were injured, but had she intended for the man to live, he would never have been able to use his arms or his hands again. Nor would he ever lie with another again. She seemed to revel in his castration above all other things.
Once the last knife was driven into his shoulder blade, the shadow sat back a soft smile on her face, madness dancing in her eyes. “Such a pretty sight, isn’t that what you said? I was so foolish, when I saw you I thought I was saved, but you betrayed me. You were the worst of all of them. They were strangers set to harm for the thrill it provided, but you, you hurt me for reasons I still do not know. Perhaps if I understood why you would betray me in such a way, I could let you live, but I can’t understand it and for that alone you will die.” The Shadow spoke with all of her rage and the shadow of the pain she once allowed herself to feel. Taking the wire in her hands, the Shadow bore down with all of her weight across his throat.
It was only a matter of seconds before he was dead. There was no happiness on her face, not even a mad giggle to accompany her last enemies’ death. Instead, there were tears of bitter regret and sorrow. Leaning down she kissed the Beast’s brow, before slowly, carefully climbing off the bed and standing beside it. She turned and walked back towards the balcony doors and paused once to look over her shoulder. “Good bye Father,” she whispered before leaving the way that she had come.
The next morning when the maidens came to awaken and bathe their leader they found only his dead body. Only one person screamed, that was the youngest maiden, a child who had never seen a dead body. The other women took turns spiting on his body.
Long before they found the Beast’s body the shadow was kneeling in the one place that had always given her peace and happiness. The place she grew and was innocent in. Now, it would be the place she took her final peace. As the dawn streaked across the sky, the shadow pulled her last weapon from one of the hidden folds of her clock and reached up to pull the cloak away from her face.
The face that was revealed was still young and beautiful. Deep black hair framed a delicate, elegant face. Smooth white skin and pale pink lips added to the air of delicacy, but her eyes revealed the pain that lived within. Her eyes, a deep emerald green, danced with gleeful madness and sang of brutality and pain.
As the sun shone on her face for the last time the Shadow, once known as Aurora Danu, wept tears of joy, and quietly plunged the knife into her own chest. She was dead within minutes.
Later that morning two old women found the dead girl, both women wept for her, and cursed the Beast, Rafe Danu, her father, for what he had done to her. They buried her and marked her resting place with a plaque of honor, while her father was left for the carrion.
What does it say when the murderer is mourned and murdered forgotten?
Author: Caliadragon
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC 17 just to be safe.
Warnings: Angst, torture, mentions of rape, Murder, character deaths, unbeta\'d
AN: This was originally written as a short story for an Intro to Lit class. It was inspired by my International Film class and the movies we were watching at the time. I may expand this later, but for now it is a one shot.
Disclaimer: None needed, this is mine and mine alone.
1/1
She walked on the edge of their senses, a shadow beyond what they were used to dealing with. No one, not even the Prophetess could sense her presence, which was exactly what the visitor wanted. The Shadow had come for one purpose and one purpose only, to destroy that which had made her.
Once in a distant time, the shadow was a being of the light. Sweet and gentle, she believed in the absolute goodness of those around her and those who roamed. This naiveté led to her new status. They had come from over the mountains, seeking aide, or so the claimed, and as a healer she had answered.
All this had gained her was pain, humiliation and wounds that refused to heal. The once gentle healer turned her saving art, to murderous vengeance. She sought out those who had tortured and raped her. She maimed their bodies as they maimed her soul.
Only one man remained of the seven who had harmed her. Only one man stood between her and the ability to give up finally. With this death, she would finish what they began ten long years before. She would end her own life, but not before, he was dead.
The Shadow creeped up the side of the building, no one noticed, had they she would have killed them, their deaths meant nothing to her. They worked for the Beast, therefore they were of the beast, at least in her eyes.
When she finally reached his chambers, she could see that he was alone, sleeping the sleep of the soulless. She quietly walked into his chambers, closing the balcony doors that had aided her entrance, silently. She carefully walked to stand beside the bed and look down at the face of her last tormentor.
A cold smile crossed her face as she pulled out her first weapon of the night. Leaning down she drove the quill into his skin and watched in satisfaction as the potion within it seeped into the mans skin. By the time he opened his eyes, he was at her mercy.
The potion took away his ability to move or to speak. However, it did not; remove his ability to feel what was going to happen to him or to hear what she had to say. He watched in horror as she pulled out a myriad of daggers and a barbed piece of wire.
“Do you know why you I am here?” the Shadow asked in a cold voice.
The man blinked violently and the Shadow laughed coldly. “Yes, you remember what you did to me. You made sure I would remember you at any rate. I wish I could hear you scream, but that is not a gift given to me this eve. Instead, I will have to enjoy watching you bleed and reliving the torturous pain that I once endured. I can assure you that I will enjoy this much more than you.”
Those were the last words spoken for the next hour. Knife after knife was driven into the man’s body. No vital organs were injured, but had she intended for the man to live, he would never have been able to use his arms or his hands again. Nor would he ever lie with another again. She seemed to revel in his castration above all other things.
Once the last knife was driven into his shoulder blade, the shadow sat back a soft smile on her face, madness dancing in her eyes. “Such a pretty sight, isn’t that what you said? I was so foolish, when I saw you I thought I was saved, but you betrayed me. You were the worst of all of them. They were strangers set to harm for the thrill it provided, but you, you hurt me for reasons I still do not know. Perhaps if I understood why you would betray me in such a way, I could let you live, but I can’t understand it and for that alone you will die.” The Shadow spoke with all of her rage and the shadow of the pain she once allowed herself to feel. Taking the wire in her hands, the Shadow bore down with all of her weight across his throat.
It was only a matter of seconds before he was dead. There was no happiness on her face, not even a mad giggle to accompany her last enemies’ death. Instead, there were tears of bitter regret and sorrow. Leaning down she kissed the Beast’s brow, before slowly, carefully climbing off the bed and standing beside it. She turned and walked back towards the balcony doors and paused once to look over her shoulder. “Good bye Father,” she whispered before leaving the way that she had come.
The next morning when the maidens came to awaken and bathe their leader they found only his dead body. Only one person screamed, that was the youngest maiden, a child who had never seen a dead body. The other women took turns spiting on his body.
Long before they found the Beast’s body the shadow was kneeling in the one place that had always given her peace and happiness. The place she grew and was innocent in. Now, it would be the place she took her final peace. As the dawn streaked across the sky, the shadow pulled her last weapon from one of the hidden folds of her clock and reached up to pull the cloak away from her face.
The face that was revealed was still young and beautiful. Deep black hair framed a delicate, elegant face. Smooth white skin and pale pink lips added to the air of delicacy, but her eyes revealed the pain that lived within. Her eyes, a deep emerald green, danced with gleeful madness and sang of brutality and pain.
As the sun shone on her face for the last time the Shadow, once known as Aurora Danu, wept tears of joy, and quietly plunged the knife into her own chest. She was dead within minutes.
Later that morning two old women found the dead girl, both women wept for her, and cursed the Beast, Rafe Danu, her father, for what he had done to her. They buried her and marked her resting place with a plaque of honor, while her father was left for the carrion.
What does it say when the murderer is mourned and murdered forgotten?