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It came so suddenly and without warning throughout the dead of the night: A sudden pulse throughout the city, followed by another and another. By the time people knew what was happening, a large earthquake shook the city, causing buildings to tumble, grounds to crack and shift and, worse of all, the city borders to collapse. Many lives were lost, others injured and lives completely changed forever.
The power plant in Regnum is still down, but some groups have gotten together with electric Pokemon to help restore some of the electricity to the city. It is suggested not to walk the streets alone as the crime rates have sky rocketed despite the efforts of the Enforcement Wing. Phones and internet is still down, but people have started finding other ways to communicate for the time being. In good news, the weather has begun to warm up, the snow and ice finally melting. Sadly, the barrier is still blocking people from leaving the city.
Posted on: Sep 21 2017, 03:34 AM
TW: Sexual Abuse, Murder and Child Neglect. Paragraphs will be indicated with an asterisk and details will be left in spoiler tags! Read at your own risk!
Mama and Papa loved you, that's what you were told. When you were born, you were told that mommy and daddy loved you very much. Yes, that's right. They loved you a lot, you told yourself. They loved you a lot, they told themselves. They loved you a lot, but not once do you recall the feeling being mutual. For as long as you could remember, you were different from the other children around you. You could see them laughing, but you didn't see why they were making such an obnoxious noise. You could see them crying, but you didn't understand what made them act this way. When you were a child, you only cried because you were in need of something. You didn't laugh, you didn't smile. If anything, you just went quiet. Quiet, you were always quiet. This is what made people think you were weird.
You were weird.
Mama was depressed and delusional, so she didn't know what papa was doing. Papa was home when mama went to work, but he'd go somewhere else when she was home. You didn't know what to think of this, and as a result mama always dumped you on other people. Sometimes, you thought that they were just going to be leaving you there. You were a baby, but no one took care of you asides from your grandmama. The only person you learned to "love", to care about. She was a kind old woman, who was pushed around by her daughter and her husband. But at the same time, she was a wonderful person. She was the only person close to you, who you could call a family. Yes, that's right. You had a "Family".
.. But we all know that we can't all have good things. Mama and papa didn't let you go to school, so your grandmama took care of that. She took care of everything; she fed you, she loved you. She was the only person who you actually didn't hate spending time around; the only person you called out to, and searched for when you got lost in the crowd. When you were 7 years old, you were walking home from the grocery store with her. You two were having a one-sided chat on her end, however she seemed to have fun so you let her ramble. Just as you two were crossing the street however, she suddenly dropped her groceries and you felt your tiny body fling forwards. Your next memories were the sounds of tires squeaking against the road to screech to a late stop. Then you heard cracking, a hit. Your arms were scratched and your knees were bruised, but that was nothing in comparison to what you witnessed of your grandmother.
Or whatever was left of her.
You calmly called the paramedics, watched as everyone was rushing to help her. To "save" her. You found the people gathering around you, annoying. They were baffled how you had yet to shed a single tear after seeing it, and even the doctors were concerned when they saw the bat of an eye in terms of the accident. You were seen as an odd kid again; the only kid that was weird. The only kid who wasn't weird to grandma, and perhaps that's what made you "love" her so much. Enough that, when she died, you actually felt a sudden weight pull down your chest. You felt the physically hurting, but you didn't know what this feeling was. All you knew was that it was insufficient, all you knew was that it was a feeling of emptiness. You just.. Didn't know an emptiness of what?
One day, mama and papa had a fight. After your grandmama's funeral, your mama fell into an even deeper state of depression. She often hurt you, however you didn't seem to have too much of a reason to care. If anything, it always seemed more of an annoyance - something that you found hindering. Of course, your mother was always insulting you but did it look like you cared? If anything, you actually wanted the damned woman to shut up before you cut her tongue for her. At 8 years old, your parents took you out of school after they began questioning your injuries. Turns out they still had a tiny bit of a rational mind on their shoulders, but that didn't stop them from doing what they did of course. Your mother was still paranoid as ever, up until she accused your father of cheating on her by performing adultery with prostitutes and other people at his work place behind her back. Mainly when she wasn't at home.
... She was half right.
*** Sexual Abuse
When your mother came home, she was still upset at your father. Your father screamed back, you couldn't bare to listen anymore. So on that drizzling day, you walked out of the house to wander the streets by your lonesome. Down this sidewalk, you found a cute little poochyana. You reached out to pet it, you began to play with it. You wanted to pet it, because it was abandoned and alone - just like you. Just as it was sleeping in a box, it was by itself. Perhaps you two could come to understand each other. Perhaps it could love you, like your grandmother did because it could understand loneliness. Perhaps then, it could be an object of your misplaced "love". Perhaps then, you thought, something could fill the gap in your heart through all this while after the elderly woman's death.
Then it bit you. The pokemon that you thought would understand you, would give you a chance, bit you. Of course, it must have tasted the disgust in your body as it's canines sunk into your hand. It hurt, and you could see the scarlet blood tripping from the wound. After puling your hand back.. You don't quite remember what happened. All you can recall is laughing for the first time. Smiling, genuinely smiling for the first time. You felt ecstatic, actually. You felt like you were on cloud nine! So with this same smile on your face, the girl who was now 9 years old closed the box and brought your new "pet" home.
Your parents were yelling again, but you didn't care. All you did was go up the stairs to your room. You began to claim the pokemon as your own. Your own pet. It was yours, and therefore it had to love you. It had to give it's love to you. It had to, because it was yours. It didn't have a choice, now did it? Like how you were with your parents, and therefore you were forced to give your father "love". You were forced to give her mother "love", so that should work the same way for yourself, yes? On that night, the Poochyana stopped biting you. Rather, it slept like the good puppy it was. From then on, it was your friend. It would always be your friend. You picked up the box and shoved it under your bed, taking the corpse out and frequently speaking as though you were having the best conversation ever.
Like you were talking to your grandmother.
Ah, right. You certainly had to be a bad girl, that's what you told the box. Perhaps you were a bad girl for going back to mommy and daddy. Perhaps you were a bad girl for leaving. Perhaps you were a bad girl for trying to look for refuge by speaking to the dead. Oh, the poor and pitiful you, you thought. However you weren't looking for forgiveness. Rather, you couldn't have it any other way. But you were only 9 years old, you were at the age that would be considered "pure". That should have ben "innocent". So.. Why was it that you still couldn't feel anything beyond the pity? The frustration? The irritation? Why was it that you couldn't understand your parents' arguments? Why was it, that you couldn't understand why your mother cried? You couldn't understand. But seeing how miserable most people would label you due to this, you chose not to understand.
But your mother and father thought you were weird. They said you were weird, that you were corrupt. The kids at school said the same thing, but you didn't understand what the problem was. It was tiresome, bothersome. The solution you came up with? Act. Lie, deceive them all. But with that, they stopped making fun of you. You had more people around you, you had more people being nice. You didn't know the power of a smile and a laugh, but you did know it made you blend in better. It turned you into a "better person", and that's what mattered. Even your parents were shocked at this, however it didn't change the fact that you couldn't feel much of anything in your heart. Even though you would observe your surroundings and adapt.. Eventually this all became second nature to you.
Then everything went downhill.
At the age of 13, you were coming home from school as you usually were. By now, there was no electricity; there was no water. Both your mother and father neglected to pay off the bills, but you really couldn't care less. All you knew, was that it became annoying. Your parents didn't let you out all too often by now, only because they were paranoid over the bruises on your body - and the lack of purity. So they kept you home - locked you up in your room. That same night, you heard your mother and father screaming at each other. It was worse than other nights, but you didn't say anything. Rather, you kept "fixing" your poochyana friend using a simple sewing needle and thread.
Then things went silent.
But it didn't last long, because eventually the neighbours reported an odd smell. Though you tried hard to cover it up, you ended up fleeing to the best of your ability. You tore down pictures, you took valuables, and finally you shoved your parents' corpses into the filled up bathtub. You planned everything down to the T, from blood stains to some sort of sign of struggle. You did all that you could to leave your marks out of it, and then you fled. You fled the house, you left. You played the child card to get places. The police were never able to find you, nor were they able to identify you.
Because your parents never actually identified you.
Then you were taken in; you were taken in by a kind man. A kind man, who was part of the Granbull Gang. Since then, they were the only family you've ever known. You were known to be a merciless thug at the age of 16, in spite of your innocent and cute looks. You were a pure sociopath, who took far more joy in hurting others and didn't mind the company of the others in the group. At the age of 18, you were scouted to become a model after "reforming" yourself to attend university. You attended university, majoring in criminology and psychology until you graduated with your degree with flying colours.
As a model, you reaped in a large income and your friendly persona often attracted the positive attention of others. It wasn't long until you established a large network of connections that you used for the Gang and eventually, you were promoted to becoming a warlord. You were in charge of forming connections and exploiting them - information gathering on the outer lines. With a coy smile, silver tongue and doll-laced words.. Who could resist you now?
Posted on: Sep 24 2017, 03:35 PM
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