Good Morning, Sunshine! Visell V. Delphine Pt.1

These hoe's ain't sweet Zumurai!

After a drug-fueled rage and overdose, Visell exposes the Tannkal Gang's hideout, and the neighbors start to complain and threaten to call the police. Delphine and the other leave Visell unconscious in the abandoned garage. Delphine decides that Visell is a liability. She steals Visells house key and sends four thugs to go to Visells house for "repayment". Togisa finds Visell at the abandoned garage just as they leave and slaps her awake. As she looks up at him she sees a vision of her father's head falling off his body. She screams and backs away. Togisa brings her back to reality.
He helps her into his car and he speeds down Boko street with haste, anxiety spiking by the roar of the police sirens in the distance. 30 min's of silence passes/ Togisa frantically looks out of every window while stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. Hoping they weren't followed. As Visell sleeps soundly in the passage seat, a cloth sheet covering her naked body. Togisa stops by a condiment shop to get Visell so cheap sweats. She throws off the sheet parking lot and slips on the frumpy grey sweats. She limply plops down into the passenger seat and goes back to sleep. Visell requests Togisa drives her to get her usual shot of Cuban coffee. He refuses and gets punched in the shoulder. Togisa drives her back to her house. Visell bobbing in and out of consciousness. "You should go to the hospital, Vizzy. You all manners and categories of fucked up, homes!" Togisa exclaims. Visell responds reluctantly in a groggy voice, "Dude I'm fine . . . I just need some rest."
Togisa interjects "No, you need to wake up, you could've died in there. Thank God, I followed you're dumb, horny ass. Stop messing with that shitty hoe and get some healthy bitches on you're shit or you'll end up like my pops you heard me . . ." Visell hearing nothing but blah blah blah as a soft ring reverberates in her eardrums She grips her head to quell the nauseating waves of agony cobbling in her skull. "Yeah, yeah, man! Look thanks for the ride, and all but please just shut the fuck up! My head is killing!" "Bitch you crazy as hell. What do you think you're doing? This isn't you, man. And if 'Destra was here she would be shaking her head. Visell scoff as eyes dart to the side and out the passenger window, pouting reeling at the mention of that name. "Now take your ass to your house and get some actual rest man! Imma call you later to make sure you're not dead, 'ight?" He pulls up. As she exits the car Togisa says "Vizzy, this shit ain't healthy, man. I care about you. She cares about you . . . where ever she -" Visell slams the door! "Go home, Togisa!" Togisa scoffs and shakes his head as with the click of the shifting gears and the scream of the tires fanfare his frustrated departure.
Visell walks down her lightly wooded, winding driveway; shivering, depressed and agonized. A dark cabal of thoughts clouds her mind. Trying to suppress the burgeoning memories of the night prior. She grabs her head again, and a ring permeates her eyes. The pain hobbles her stances and she curls over, trying to remain standing. A warm, wet rush runs down her lip and off her chin. Visell wipes her sleeve over her mouth and raises her arm to glance at it. Through her squinted eye she can see, that bright muddy crimson turn into a blackened burgundy on the grey fabric.
[Shit!] Another pang of agony rushes through her skull. Visell musters through with ragged breath. The pain subsides as she regains her stance, and steadily stumbles down the driveway. As she looks at her house, blurred by the morning sunlight, hoping when it clears to see the blue angular monstrosity she had come to know as the sight of a warm bed and a good meal, Her heart jumps when she sees the shattered windows and the oak door hanging on one hinge. Visell sprints down the stony driveway pushing past the pain by the seat of panic and adrenaline. As she leaps up the step and throws the door open. Vandalism and graffiti scream in her face through the dimly lit room.
She rushes up the stairs to find Aunty No Chi and Nasrin. Visell kicks in the door to Nasrin's room, knocking little drawings and decorations off it. "Nasrin!! Nasrin, Where are you!?" Her cries go unheeded only the cavalcade of creep dolls on Nasrin's dresser take notice. The rest of the room burglarized and ravaged, burn marks on the bed.
Visell starts panting, clutching her head. [Oh, please, God NO! Please let her be safe I can't lose her too!!!] Visions and hallucinations penetrate her vision she tries to calm down. She runs the T-shaped hall to the storage closet at the other end toppling over some still hanging wall décor. As reaches the closet door, her hand starts frantically scouring the wall, tracing lines of electricity. She presses against the wall, revealing a small numbered keyboard. She quickly punches in the keyboard and console number, her birthday, press her hand on a scanner, and blurts out the phrase "Simunye!" Steam emits from under the beige closet door as it reseeds and contorts. Mechanized wurling and gear grinding scream from the smoke room. Visell throws her hands down violently summoning a current of air to The door opens and she sees Aunty and Nasrin sleeping, huddled together under a cover. She smiles and sighs in relief and then pukes. Nasrin wakes up runs to her sister and hugs her. They both start to cry.
Later on, No Chi adjourns to her secret stash of Vodka to cope with the stress. Visell looks through the rooms to see the extent of the damage, her vision occasionally blurring.
Valuables missing, the kitchen raided of appliances and silverware, the living room in shambles with sentimentals destroyed, glasses and ornaments were broken, their TV is gone, the portrait of her Mother and Father destroyed, the windows broken and her mother's prized decorations pillaged. Her mother's room was completely vandalized; Blade marks and cuts on the walls, the bed smelled like urine with stains and mess on it, furniture destroyed, spray-paint on the walls, said "Government Cunt" in Bonshigii, files gingerly placed on the desk were stolen, and her home laptop was gone. Visell saw her own room was fucked as well. Her instruments, turntable, Tv, and beat machine have gone along with some of her records. She started to tear up again. Nasrin's room was vandalized too, at least there were still toys left.
No Chi calls Naomi by the afternoon while she's liquored up enough to withstand Naomi's questioning. Naomi decides to ender her business trip within the next few days to come home and inquire about the damage.
Visell stumbles downstairs and collapses on the couch in exhaustion. She is awakened by a string of nightmares about blood leaking from the ceiling. She finds Nasrin sleeping on her chest and pats her head. No chi peers into the living room and calls Visell into the decimated kitchen. No Chi sits down in the one remaining chair and sneers at Visell "Did you have something to do with this young lady."
Visell distracted by a vision snaps to attention. "What !?" No chi interjects "It's just strange to me! I locked up at night and the security system was on. The second those bastards one foot in the door on a forced entry they would be dead by before could map the gentle hints of vanilla in the air." So how did they get past it? I helped design it for fuck sakes, Even TellaPhages and PhasoPhages are detected by the system, so the only thing that would be possible to avoid it is if someone had a key. So I'm suspecting you gave one of them the key and they invaded us with your approval." Visell balls her fist "Why the hell would I do that! You sure that's not your acid potato water talking!?"
No Chi hiccups and says nonchalantly "Well shit, I am drunk, aren't I? I retract my last statement." She rests her head in her hands and closes her eyes, a roar of loud snoring follows. Visell sighs and reaches at her neck to notice that her Key and Locket aren't there. She frantically clutches around her chest, checking her other pockets to no avail. Her mind starts to race as her head starts pounding in her ears! She shuffles into the Living Room, An unabashed anger and panic swell in her. As she paces in a circle, around the muddy carpet, biting at her thumbnail, trying to wrestle with the burgeoning realization that Delphine practically left her for dead, and her pendant is missing.
[Okay think, Visell! You didn't have clothes on when Togisa got you! I was at the hideout and I was in his car!] Visell blushes realizing she was practically naked in Togisa's car. She slams her fist in her palm in a eureka moment. [That perv Togisa may have it in his crappy 2-seater! No, It's a steel freaking band! not like it would just fall off! And Togisa's a freaking asshole but he's not theft! I'd expect him to sneak a peek but . . . And I didn't take it off when Delphine.] Visell clutches her elbows as if she was cold, frozen by the chilly recollection of Delphine's hands on her. Visell growls and ruffles her hair in frustration! With a hard sigh, she looks over at the small little sliding closet door on the other side of the living room. Her little corner. A slight warm feeling falls over her. She opens the cabinet next to her to grab two sticks of incense, placing them in-between her fingers using her alternate thumb to light them with static. She solemnly approaches the door, she eyed downcast, the strings of smoke wisping. Visell speaks in a hushed manner, respectful of the hollowed ground she treads.
"Hey, Dad *ahem* Father. Sorry, I can't see like usual. I uh, lost my locket and my key with it so. It might be a minute before I can get a new one. I mean technically I could break the door but. Visell looks over her shoulder, the new house is kinda trashed enough. It thinks But It's whatever . . . cuz I know you're always with me and all." Visell raises her hand and presses it against the door. "Father, I just wish you were here to-" CREAK. Visell is interrupted by the odd amount of giving from the door. Visell press against the Door again to give the same loud creak. Her eyes quickly scan around the closet door to find the source of the incessant creaking. Her heart drops and her pupils shrink when she sees the door slightly ajar with the latch unlocked. A fog of regret and fear falls over her and pangs her muscles as she grabs the frame of the door and throws it. Her arm falls to her side and she stumbles back as her knees become weak. Her teeth gnashed together, gritting. Her arms coil around her thorax, trying to contain the bottomless pit of hellfire nature had set her from birth. Trying all she can to look away from the split wood and broken glass.
The ravaged dresser, the pillaged lockboxes, the stolen and now unrecognizable family pictures and mementos. The hollow space of where her Father's Zumurai Party attire use to sit on display proudly, howls at her. Howls at her like the signifying howl of a proudful wolf, mocking her, scolding her, calling her . . . WEAK! Visell springs up panting. She rushes through the kitchen and out the backdoor to the patio. The wakes up little Nasrin. She rubs her eyes tenderly and yawns as she swings her legs off the couch. "Sy . . . Syy?" She scans around the ravaged room. She springs from the couch and tiredly trails down the hall to the patio. "Aunty, Is Syssy alright?" Nasrin says in a groggy tone rubbing her eyes to adjust to the light. As her hands fall from her face she sees No Chi slumbering soundly, clutching a tall bottle of alcohol, her eyes trail up to the freshly broken window of the screen door.
she stumbles over to bits of broken furniture to peer out to the back yard. ZAPP! A charge of lighting springs up! Nasrin looks out past the blur of the light to see. Visell on her hands and knees surrounded by a pool of burnt grass! GASP! "Holy Gosh by Golly!" Nasrin belts in her shrill little teenage voice, grasping her tiny antlers in a first of panic. She throws open the screen door and dainty sprints down the small staircase. She freezes a little as Visell comes into view. She stands firm and menacing staring at the ground in Nasrin's direction, hair swaying in the wind. "Syssy . . . Are you okay? Are you . . . mad about . . . the everything?" Visell curled her fist tighter. Her fingers loosen as she says "Nasrin . . . Go back in the house and get No Chi to take you to a safe house. I'm going to take care of something." Visell turns around and starts walking towards the fence. Nasrin valiantly steps forward! "Syssy Stop! Don't! Don't go and do something stupid! You always go off and do something stupid!" Visell stops. "Nasrin, I'm not in the mood! Do as I say!" Nasrin pouts and unclasps her hands. She spreads her fingers. As Visell takes a step WHIP! She stumbles as a force stops her from moving.
She looks glances down to see a thorny vine. Coiled around her leg! "Nasrin! I said Stop It!!!" A roar of bear feet rushing against fresh grass cuts through the air. Visell nearly trips as a heavy force thunders against her from behind and tightens around her. "Nasrin . . . let go. . . NOW!" Nasrin coils tighter. "No! Not until you stop being stupid! Why are you always like this!? I know you're going to go off and do something reckless and get yourself hurt again. It's dumb Symown! You're a freaking masochist at this point! It's Infuriating!" Symown growls! "Shut up!" She parts her arms trying to softly break Nasrin's hold. "You don't freaking get it! I know the person that did this and they have to pay!"
Nasrin tightens with her lesser Junko-Wa strength. "Let Mom handle it, then." Visell scoffs. "Folly of the youngest! Mom would want me to handle it!" Visell feels Nasrin kneading her head into her back, shaking in disapproval! "She'd want us to be safe!" More vines coil around Visell's leg. "Nasrin you don't have a say in this, get over it! It's my responsibility. I'm doing this to protect you! So. Screw. off!" Visell tries to wrestle away, weakened by curls at Nasrin's suppressed weeping. "That's your problem! I need you here and safe! I'm so scared, Syssy! If you wanna protect me then stay here! Stop running away to get your self killed, jerk!" Visell bristles as tears stream down her face as she remembers hounding Dedestra about running away, always running away! [Don't fucking compare me to her!]
"Shut up! She was always running away from your problems! I punch mine in the fucking face! Now for the last time, piss of already!!!" Visell violently tries to shake Nasrin off. More vines grasp around Visell's thighs, digging through her pants and into her skin. "No! You are running! Your running from the fact that constantly trying to get yourself isn't going to bring Father back!"

Visell freezes and shivers in frustration, a shadow starts to crawl up her spine as her nails dig into her palms, her fist quaking. Panting through her gnashed teeth like the wounded bear she is. "I said . . ." Every muscle in her body tenses as her blood boils, the coil wounds tighter and tighter until . . . "SHUT UUUUP!"
Visell snaps out of Nasrin's grasp! Visell rips the root out of the ground as she turns! Nasrin trips forward trying to grapple to Visell. Visell yanks Nasrin by her boyish hair! Visell's curled fingers swipe at Nasrin's right cheek. A puny scream echoes out as they land on the ground, with a heavy thud. Visell perches over to Nasrin, pinning her arms down, gritting her teeth, panting and growl like of ravenous beast ready to bite at her throat. Her scowls burrows into Nasrin widened tear glazed eyes. Nasrin stares up in horror, her mouth ajar, panting profusely.
"Why!?" GASP! Visell snaps back to reality as the plea of little sister breaking voice stings her ears. Visell looks down at Nasrin panting and sobbing, tears mixing with crimson, running out of her, freshly split cheek. Visell scans Nasrin's face as the roots of guilt, burrow through her body. Her tears fall on Nasrin's nightgown. She lefts her shaking hand to caress Nasrin's face. Nasrin wrangles her hand away from Visell's hand as it drifts toward her. "Nasrin, no! Please . . .I'm sorry, I didn't . . . I didn't mean to. Please . . . I" her voice crumbles with regret.
Nasrin goes limp as she peers of to the side. Tears and blood pooling in her eyes. "I. Hate. You." Nasrin says defeatedly, as she closes her eyes sobbing. The fresh green grass starts to die into a brown dry pleat. " Visell haggard breath shivers. She meekly retracts her hand and lefts the other off Nasrin's wrist. Visell's eye dart way, unworthy to even breath the same air as her little. Sniffling and gnashing her teeth as tears keep tumbling down her face. Trying to find a word of comfort or an excuse to no avail. Visell crawls back and stands up, trying not to look at Nasrin. She wipes her tears with her sleeve as she turns around. As her hand's hand to down by her sys her jaw creaks open, quivering and choking to say something, anything. Her mouth shuts abruptly with a sharp sigh and she walks to the 7-foot fence. A gust of wind bend around her sneakers, boosting her into the air in a quick push of air flips over the fence landing in a bed of dead, autumn leaves. She sprints off through the forest, a determined scowl on her face twist on her face, the wind painting her cheeks with her tears as she mutter. "Only move forward! Only. Move. Forward!"

Young Symown moves forward, her sights set on Delphine's usual hideout.