Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 22, 2007 0:34:41 GMT -5
This is actually a prequel to my Halloween Entry. It's a bit... choppy because it's told from Kazifel's perspective. This should explain why he's so very broken. Well, a little bit <3 Edited by Spidey and Jenn.
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He watched as Cassiel was murdered. He had been powerless to stop the attack. She was dead on the floor in a pool of blood. There was nothing he could do to help her. There was nothing he could have done to save her. He was helpless.
"Cassi," he whispered as he placed her head on his lap. He couldn't feel her anymore. He just saw the cold and dead look in her eyes. He brushed the bloody hair out of her face as he spoke softly. "Why'd you have to do it? Why did you have to use her?"
First Maribell, then Mili, and now his Cassi. He was alone in the world. There was no one left. His sister Maribell had left long ago, only to die from a terminal illness their mother had given her. It was a devastating blow to the family. That's when Cassi decided to change things. She wanted to stop death. To stop time.
He didn't want her to do it alone. He wanted to help her. So, of course, he did. She was the favored child, after all, and all he could do was follow her lead. He may have been born human, but she had to work for it and was praised for it. He loved her enough that it didn't matter if her father liked her best. She was the one who made a horrible discovery after he took up the hobby of making dolls.
It was his fault that it all happened.
She thought it was a good idea--a great idea--to stop death by making someone into a doll. They didn't start big. They started with small animals, like birds and things from the local area. When the first bird was able to hop around coherently, they decided it would be safe to make a real living doll with a worthy test subject. There was no guarantee it would work.
So Cassiel asked Milimili. Kazifel never liked the idea. She was such a happy Spade with a future ahead of her, a beautiful girl from Yarrow Gardens who had never learned to hate men. That's why she volunteered. She loved Kazifel. It was all his fault that the brave little Spade Girl volunteered.
It didn't work right, though. He had made the perfect body for her, one of her lovely biped form that she always wore regardless of the occasion. It wasn't perfect enough. She never woke up and he had buried her behind the house. It was the most respectful thing he could do for her, right? He had screwed up so badly that no one would forgive him.
That was a lie. Cassiel forgave him. She had whispered sweet nothings in his ear and did something. Something that was horrible and wrong, but he went along with it for his sister. He didn't want to talk about it afterwards and neither did she. She continued to make something in her workshop... the body he had now. That was what Cassiel had given him.
Only after she had horrified him. She had killed the two products of their horrible night together. She said no one would know but them. She said this with her usual smile as she buried their bodies under the garden. It was still his fault. He should have never given into her whims.
Then he listened to her once more. He went through with the experiment. It was all a bit fuzzy, and he couldn't remember the details anymore. All he remembered was that when he woke up, he couldn't feel Cassiel's warm skin on his face. He couldn't feel anything.
Cassiel said it was okay. She said they would figure something out if they used someone else. He listened. He always listened when he shouldn't, always for her. They found the Heart Girl and used her against her will. It was a bad idea, but the transfer worked. She could feel things--not everything--but things. It was enough.
But then The Queen of Hearts came. The, A, none of it mattered to Kazifel. All he knew was that she murder Cassiel in front of him. Poison. A horrible poison that caused Cassiel to fall to the ground, convulsing. She didn't have a chance. There was no cure. There was only one resolution that everyone, especially Cassiel, feared. Death.
Kazifel knew death was supposed to feel cold. He had felt it when his mother and sister died, but he couldn't feel it now. He gently wrapped his arms around her neck and leaned forward, kissing her on her lips. She couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel it. They were one step closer to each other now, closer than they had been in a long time.
"That bitch deserved it," said a cold voice from behind Kazifel.
It was that girl. The Heart Girl. He hadn't bothered to learn her name like he had the Spade Girl. The Heart girl was far less important than she was. She was a speck of dust in comparison. Her rank did not suit her. The Queen had left her here for that reason. She was a hideous monster and a worthless, broken toy. The Courts would never accept her back into their fold.
"Don't talk about my Cassiel."
"She may have been a whore, but I doubt she would ever sleep with a Club. You're nothing more than a--"
"SHUT UP. DON'T TALK ABOUT MY CASSIEL LIKE THAT." His shout rang through the whole basement laboratory. He had not moved from his spot. She wasn't worth it.
"How dare you talk to me like that, you worthless piece of junk! No wonder she picked you for an experiment. You're perfectly expendable."
Kazifel felt something twitch inside of him. He doubted the Heart Girl was right. Cassiel had used him to find immortality, that was true, but that was because her time was shorter than his ever would be. She had inherited something of their mother's. He had willingly subjected himself to testing because of it. "Cassiel, I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm sorry about everything I did wrong."
"Apologizing? To that w--"
"Shut up," Kazifel said with a low growl. He carefully placed Cassiel's head back on the floor. His body raised slowly, joints creaking in protest. He wasted no time in spotting the girl. If it were possible, he would have had tears in his eyes for Cassiel.
But it wasn't. All he had left was anger.
The Heart Girl shrank back into the shadows as Kazifel approached her. She yelped as he grabbed her by the arm. He pinned her against the wall, throwing her arms over her head. He was an inch away from her daintily painted face. There was no breath coming from him. He couldn't feel her body. All he knew was he wanted to hear a clean breaking snap from somewhere on her body.
"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered.
"You don't know the meaning of hurt," he said as he squeezed her wrist joints. He heard a slight protesting from the wooden joints but ignored it as he used his free hand to press on the joint below her chest. "What would happen if I popped all of your joints out of place and then left you there to suffer? Or perhaps I could bury you? Would you like that?"
She whimpered again.
Kazifel narrowed his eyes. He wasn't really sure if he was smirking. Could he smirk now that Cassiel was gone? Could he do anything right now that Cassiel was gone? He growled as he let go of her wrists suddenly and grabbed the front of her dress. He threw her to the ground with a mighty crash.
She gasped as Kazifel suddenly slammed his foot down on her neck. "You're the bitch here," he said as he ground his boot into her neck. "Cassiel was a saint in comparison to you."
He heard the cracking under his boot. He didn’t care anymore. He leaned forward and suddenly grabbed one of the Heart Girl’s arms. In a sheer fit of rage he tore it off. The fabric was tearing like flesh; the wood was popping like bone. She screamed, but it wasn’t from the pain. She was just shocked. Kazifel threw the limb across the room and removed his foot from her neck. “I don’t want to see your face,” he turned back to Cassiel’s body.
What was he supposed to do now?
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My Cassiel
He watched as Cassiel was murdered. He had been powerless to stop the attack. She was dead on the floor in a pool of blood. There was nothing he could do to help her. There was nothing he could have done to save her. He was helpless.
"Cassi," he whispered as he placed her head on his lap. He couldn't feel her anymore. He just saw the cold and dead look in her eyes. He brushed the bloody hair out of her face as he spoke softly. "Why'd you have to do it? Why did you have to use her?"
First Maribell, then Mili, and now his Cassi. He was alone in the world. There was no one left. His sister Maribell had left long ago, only to die from a terminal illness their mother had given her. It was a devastating blow to the family. That's when Cassi decided to change things. She wanted to stop death. To stop time.
He didn't want her to do it alone. He wanted to help her. So, of course, he did. She was the favored child, after all, and all he could do was follow her lead. He may have been born human, but she had to work for it and was praised for it. He loved her enough that it didn't matter if her father liked her best. She was the one who made a horrible discovery after he took up the hobby of making dolls.
It was his fault that it all happened.
She thought it was a good idea--a great idea--to stop death by making someone into a doll. They didn't start big. They started with small animals, like birds and things from the local area. When the first bird was able to hop around coherently, they decided it would be safe to make a real living doll with a worthy test subject. There was no guarantee it would work.
So Cassiel asked Milimili. Kazifel never liked the idea. She was such a happy Spade with a future ahead of her, a beautiful girl from Yarrow Gardens who had never learned to hate men. That's why she volunteered. She loved Kazifel. It was all his fault that the brave little Spade Girl volunteered.
It didn't work right, though. He had made the perfect body for her, one of her lovely biped form that she always wore regardless of the occasion. It wasn't perfect enough. She never woke up and he had buried her behind the house. It was the most respectful thing he could do for her, right? He had screwed up so badly that no one would forgive him.
That was a lie. Cassiel forgave him. She had whispered sweet nothings in his ear and did something. Something that was horrible and wrong, but he went along with it for his sister. He didn't want to talk about it afterwards and neither did she. She continued to make something in her workshop... the body he had now. That was what Cassiel had given him.
Only after she had horrified him. She had killed the two products of their horrible night together. She said no one would know but them. She said this with her usual smile as she buried their bodies under the garden. It was still his fault. He should have never given into her whims.
Then he listened to her once more. He went through with the experiment. It was all a bit fuzzy, and he couldn't remember the details anymore. All he remembered was that when he woke up, he couldn't feel Cassiel's warm skin on his face. He couldn't feel anything.
Cassiel said it was okay. She said they would figure something out if they used someone else. He listened. He always listened when he shouldn't, always for her. They found the Heart Girl and used her against her will. It was a bad idea, but the transfer worked. She could feel things--not everything--but things. It was enough.
But then The Queen of Hearts came. The, A, none of it mattered to Kazifel. All he knew was that she murder Cassiel in front of him. Poison. A horrible poison that caused Cassiel to fall to the ground, convulsing. She didn't have a chance. There was no cure. There was only one resolution that everyone, especially Cassiel, feared. Death.
Kazifel knew death was supposed to feel cold. He had felt it when his mother and sister died, but he couldn't feel it now. He gently wrapped his arms around her neck and leaned forward, kissing her on her lips. She couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel it. They were one step closer to each other now, closer than they had been in a long time.
"That bitch deserved it," said a cold voice from behind Kazifel.
It was that girl. The Heart Girl. He hadn't bothered to learn her name like he had the Spade Girl. The Heart girl was far less important than she was. She was a speck of dust in comparison. Her rank did not suit her. The Queen had left her here for that reason. She was a hideous monster and a worthless, broken toy. The Courts would never accept her back into their fold.
"Don't talk about my Cassiel."
"She may have been a whore, but I doubt she would ever sleep with a Club. You're nothing more than a--"
"SHUT UP. DON'T TALK ABOUT MY CASSIEL LIKE THAT." His shout rang through the whole basement laboratory. He had not moved from his spot. She wasn't worth it.
"How dare you talk to me like that, you worthless piece of junk! No wonder she picked you for an experiment. You're perfectly expendable."
Kazifel felt something twitch inside of him. He doubted the Heart Girl was right. Cassiel had used him to find immortality, that was true, but that was because her time was shorter than his ever would be. She had inherited something of their mother's. He had willingly subjected himself to testing because of it. "Cassiel, I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm sorry about everything I did wrong."
"Apologizing? To that w--"
"Shut up," Kazifel said with a low growl. He carefully placed Cassiel's head back on the floor. His body raised slowly, joints creaking in protest. He wasted no time in spotting the girl. If it were possible, he would have had tears in his eyes for Cassiel.
But it wasn't. All he had left was anger.
The Heart Girl shrank back into the shadows as Kazifel approached her. She yelped as he grabbed her by the arm. He pinned her against the wall, throwing her arms over her head. He was an inch away from her daintily painted face. There was no breath coming from him. He couldn't feel her body. All he knew was he wanted to hear a clean breaking snap from somewhere on her body.
"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered.
"You don't know the meaning of hurt," he said as he squeezed her wrist joints. He heard a slight protesting from the wooden joints but ignored it as he used his free hand to press on the joint below her chest. "What would happen if I popped all of your joints out of place and then left you there to suffer? Or perhaps I could bury you? Would you like that?"
She whimpered again.
Kazifel narrowed his eyes. He wasn't really sure if he was smirking. Could he smirk now that Cassiel was gone? Could he do anything right now that Cassiel was gone? He growled as he let go of her wrists suddenly and grabbed the front of her dress. He threw her to the ground with a mighty crash.
She gasped as Kazifel suddenly slammed his foot down on her neck. "You're the bitch here," he said as he ground his boot into her neck. "Cassiel was a saint in comparison to you."
He heard the cracking under his boot. He didn’t care anymore. He leaned forward and suddenly grabbed one of the Heart Girl’s arms. In a sheer fit of rage he tore it off. The fabric was tearing like flesh; the wood was popping like bone. She screamed, but it wasn’t from the pain. She was just shocked. Kazifel threw the limb across the room and removed his foot from her neck. “I don’t want to see your face,” he turned back to Cassiel’s body.
What was he supposed to do now?
Femi waves.
