Put A Curse On You! Visell V. Delphine Epilogue.

Visell relaxes her arm. Her breathing increases and turns to a coughing fit, she falls to her knees and grabs her head. "this fucking Zoul shit! Not again!" Visions flash before her eyes. "Calm down! Gotta Calm down! She tries to think happy thoughts yet all that used to calm her escape her!" Visell's knees bend as the shooting pain in her head increases! Her hand trails up to cover her racing heart. GASP! She feels the subtle presents of her key and locket between her bosom! She takes a deep breath! "Okay! okay! I'm okay . . ." As the pain and visions subside into oblivion. She straightens her knees and looks up and over to look at the floor indicator. "Jesus how many floors does this rich boy sleazeball building have!" GASP! her eyes trail up to see a long waiting line of crimson oozing from the seem in the elevator.
Visell trembles as another line spawn from the top of the elevator, then another and another! A waterfall of blood starts to pool filling the cabinet, she backs up to the door "It's not real, It's not real! Get it together Symownye!" The blood swallows her sneakers whole. Visell starts painting and panicking. The urge to react and use her power to cut the door open escapes her! A bolt of fear pins her to her place as the sludge-like feeling of blood crawls up her ankles! Her eyes dance and scatter around the hot metal box! POP! POP! Gasp! Visell here's something bubbling under surface. Her eyes transfixed on the bubbling broiling surface! Visell's heart drops as a messy clump of hair and sludge bobs the surface. She looks around her, panicking.
She inhales and uses her sword to touch it. Squish . . squish. "Eww, eww!" with one hard prod, goopy hair abruptly recedes, reviling itself to be attached to a disembodied head. GASP! She trips back and crashes against the door, and covers her mouth "F . . .father!!!" She musters the gull to move her leg towards it. she trips from a force on her leg. Visell glances down to see a hand holding her in place! "What the fuck! Get the heck off of me!" More hands hold hands jet up from the pool and dig their nails into her legs. A hand jumps up and grabs her sword and drags it under the pool! GASP! "Shit! Stop! No! GET OFF ME!!!" She struggles as more arms retrain her hands and arms. Other arms start tugging at the elastic of her pants! She shrieks and blushes! struggling and resisting "You literally handsy fuckers! What the hell is this!?" She starts to cry as she jerks and stains. "This is the path you have chosen."
Visell freezes and looks down at her father's head. "Father . . . " she weeps. " Why is this happening!? I tried to help my family, I tried to help Dedestra. The only way I know how to!!! Did I fail you, father? Or Mother or . . . Everyone?"
A beheaded body rises from the slug, holding her father's sword. The body hobbles closer to Visell, towering over her. Her pupils shrink as she grits her teeth and tears run on her face. The body reaches down and picks her father's head up and holds it in front of her face. The waiting, bloody head opens its routing mouth.
"You are married to the blood." The body takes a stabbing stance, and lunges forward "FATHER, WAIT!" She closes her eyes tightly, crying gritting her teeth in anticipation. "Fear not, girl." She opens her eyes to see the tip of the blade at her face with her locket and a key hanging off it. The pain and pressure on her legs disappear and her hands run free. She sees her father at the other end of the sword. His body wrapped in bandages and one red bandage on his neck. Surrounded by a windy desert, where there's nothing bet eternal sunset.
"The Path of Blood is not glamorous. Its price is steep, Its wages are hollow and know not of fortune, and what it knows as notoriety is dubious at best, they will name no buildings after you. You sacrifice yourself for the betterment of the innocent and weak masses yearning to live with dignity and breath free of the shackles of greed and oppression, The Soul of the Common Peoples.
I will not hold your hands through the Path, by I will give you the tools to forge it. This path is only for the strong, those who will strike down 100 men to save a village of 10. Those that would battle their own nation to save their family, those that would battle gods for their lover. You will never be able to wash the blood from your hands, if you're not careful you will stain all you love, and the weight of your weakness will drag you down and drown you. Are you sure you want to take this path, girl . . .?
They both say in unison. "Stripping your childish world of black and white in red and grey."
She grabs her key and opens the heart-shaped locket. A picture of her father in his Zumuari uniform on the left and A picture of her and her mother on the right. She smiles and tears up "That's what you said to me when you started training me . . ." Click! She closes the locket. "But, you're not my father, your just a vision. Just a memory, a part that still lives in me." She clutches the locket. "Are you sure you want to take this path girl . . .?" Visell scoffs and scowls! "Of course you're just a memory . . . I was put on this path the day he died! And I'm not gonna let some dumbass Delphine, Mother, Togisa, you or any asshole doubt my resolve!" She grabs the sword's blade and pulls away from her face. "And whoever gets in my way will move or get moved! And that's some Blood, Love, and Honor shit, no two ways about it!" She lets go of the blade. The apparition turns around walks into the sun. Visell looks down at the locket and clutches it tightly to her chest. She closes her eyes. The cavalcade of heavy wind fills her ears.
DINK!
GASP! Her eyes spring open, she hears the doors of the elevator slowly open behind her she opens her eyes. She inspects the ground, for blood to find nothing but dirt and footprints. A sigh of relief seeps from her mouth. Visell starts to reflect on her actions and a little satisfaction spouts in her - BANG! Her eyes widen and her mouth shutters open an incredible shock of pain sinks in her back. She feels the stabbing shriveling agony of one of her backbones cracking! She grunts and winces as stumbles forward and around slamming against the back wall of the elevator and coughs up blood on impact. BANG BANG BANG. Visell doubles over in pain! A brutal pain radiated from her stomach. A nauseating painful sting! She caught something in her hand. [Rubber bullets?] Visell's quivering eyes drift up to see a pitch-black room outside the elevator door. Visells eyes scan the room and fixate on the bright blue circles that bloom in the darkness sway in the void like monsters. BANG! BANG! Dodges one, slices the other in half. FLASH!
SENSE! Visell swings her sword! DING! A tall hooded figure with bright blue eyes grabs her blade mid-swing his breathing intense and muffled by the mask. Visell sneers at him and charges a lightning bolt in her free hand. "Fucking Dots! Get out of my wa-!" BANG!!!
Visell is surrounded by a flash of white, her ears ringing, colors start to fade back. Blurring images, room spinning, nausea, "my fucking head!" she thinks. The hard aluminum of the elevator wall press firmly around her head, with an eminent, unbearable ache swelling, and pulsing in her jaw. Her neck feels pressed in and her head is stuck looking sideways. The taste of blood fills her mouth, her limbs go limp. She feels some of the pressure on her face subside. The figure holding her sword rips it out of her hands he turns to the side. Muffled words barely register through the ringing in her ears.
"Ma'am, we . . . handle this ours. . . ." A more muffled voice follows "I know what yo . . . handle my . . . own hands . . ." Visell starts to blackout. She flinches from the sensation rustling thew her hair, pulling it over her ear. A soft finger rubbing behind her ear. A soothing feeling. [What the hell is this creep doing, At least buy me dinner first fuck-ass. . .] The smell of way too much perfume invades her nostrils. "I know this smell from somewhere . . . " She feels a tightening, metal sensation around her wrist.
The sensation on her ears desists, a present draws closer and closer looming over her. A smothering warmth radiates from it. The warmth touches her face. A warm, wet sensation gingerly presses on her cheek and the presence whispers something in her. A masked figure appears from the side, blue neon eye blurring in her vision. The warmth of the presence leaves her and she fades into the fades unconsciousness, tracking the fading echoing click of high heels. "On behalf of the Federation of The Republic of Mars, Gia Lashiima. You, Ms. Symownye Soulmis Shiazuki-Aloso, are placed under . . . release pending . . . jury of . . ."
RINGING, DARKNESS. What did it say? What hit me? Could it be?
"You were dashing as ever, My. Little. K-."
"AAAH!" with a girlish scream, Visell springs up her eyes bulging, heart racing, grunting, panting deafened from panic. Sound and sense return slowly. Feeling the soft sensation of a bed under her. A dream? She scans the room. Big windows, dim city light shining through, it's late-night or early morning.
Beep . . . Beep. She looks over to see a heart monitor slowing down with her heart rate and an I.V. bag. She notices the sensation of tape and cloth on her face she reaches up to touch it - her arm meets a pulling resistance. [Handcuffs . . . Not a dream.]
A big white courtesy curtain blocks her view of most of the room.
Her feet and legs are strapped to the bed and chuffed. Visell notices she's only in a bra and panties. She blushes "Who the hell stripped me? What if some creep came in? Geez . . ." All her other wounds are dressed as well. A line of Gizo Suppressive Serum being fed into her veins. "Aww, shit . . ." She falls back on the bed defeatedly, bouncing back on the pillows, she feels something roll down in her hair She looks over to investigate. A small bar of wrapped chocolate with NuGet. Her favorite brand too. There's only one person that does that for her whenever she went to the hospital, ever since she was little. "Aunty Nolgi . . . which can only mean . . ." She hears the door open and promptly lifts herself up and hunches over to meet the assailant.
Light from the hall floods the room in that sun yellow tint. The stepping of heels crack on the tile then stops. The light from the door wains, the hinges creaking and squeaking as it closes. The bustling noise of the hospital activities dims to a muffle as the door shuts. Click! Silence and shadow envelop the room again. The figure, hidden behind the curtain - shielded by darkness. The click of heels moves closer and stops. Visell looks up at the dark corner of the room; she scowls as she looks down at her lap. "It was you wasn't it . . . stop caking that shit on, it makes you smell like a french tire fire!" She sniffles "ahh . . . ah, achoo!", A cute little girly sneeze. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the curtain slowly part. The bleak void between the cloth grows.
WHOOSH! The curtain flies open, A dark-clothed figure climes up in stature, ducking under the curtain's silver rod. The dim light from the windows graces the figure. The tall voluptuous body, muscular thighs, black suitcoat with pants to match. A pearly white, sinister sharp-toothed smile and purple eyes meet Visell's gaze. "Oh, your adorable when you have the sniffles, my sweet."
Visell pouts and turns away, "Screw off . . ." The figure leans putting its weight on the bed and bellows with factious concern, "That's no way to greet your mother, Symown! You're gonna make me cry!" Visell sniffles "Whatever!" Naomi gasp. "Symown! Honestly, why such a rude greeting? Is it because I hit you?" Visell defiantly "N-No!" then defeated ". . .yes . . ." Naomi runs her hand through Visells hair and caresses her chin. "Look at me, honey . . . please." Visell turns to Naomi with tears in her eyes and her lip quivering. Naomi gasps and starts to tear up "My poor baby!!! I tried to kiss it and make it better, ma chere. I'm so sorry!" She leans and kisses the pad on Visells face repeatedly "Mmwaah! Mwah! Is that better?" Visell's eyes- downcast, pouting and blushing. "A little bit." She says with a sniffle. Naomi sighs playing with Visell's hair, smiling sweetly. "So pretty . . . little Kuma . . . you're probably wondering why you're . . . tied up like this. And No, my love. I didn't say anything. But . . ."
"I may have had a hand in the drones the police had overseeing the compound. They had known something was going on at that building for weeks but they couldn't get any solid proof. I heard whispers. That some people in very high places were paying off police chiefs and detectives to turn a blind eye to the activity there.
Contraband, corruption, and criminality disrupt everyone's work, including mine, you know. And with such a specific area; curious, curious! So with the police force neutered at the behest of greed, the retrograde prostitutes! I went to work, made two nifty little spy-drones, found two detectives actually worth a damn, and gave them access. The drones provided a detailed, layered survey of the area's activity. On the way back home before I got caught with a wonderful night with that little minks I met at the terminal, the drone's feed alerted me of a mass spike in the population at one particular location in the sector. The abandoned FujiFujo Playhouse. Suspicious, Suspicious! I convened with my confidants! They were very concerned about the implication so we all took time off our regular jobs to closely monitor the situation. Then, Another discovery. Of the numerous, persons that entered the compound.
They couldn't all have stayed, and the number of people that left through conventional means was inconsistent with various scans. And the number of active bodies was too inconsistent for any normal operation. Many people left but not all through the front door! So I theorized there must be a secret hideaway or tunnel under the compound. But there were too many variables we needed boots on the ground! If something so calamitous and disorderly happened in the sector the police would be forced to investigate. I arrived on Mars that evening watching the feed on a shuttle back home, wondering why you made such a fuss, concerned about the state of our home while doting on you, ready to smooch and reprimand the bad behavior out of you my love!
And then like clockwork, on a stormy evening, drone one perched on the closest building overseeing the north compound. You, my sweet, perfect little angel come blazing out of the sky like some parable from a Greek myth and set the bastards ablaze!" Naomi starts to blush and touches her own rosy cheeks with her free hand still playing with Visell's hair. "and fortunately drone 2 was able to get a first-hand account of your absolutely dazzling display only ruined by the windows and angles!
My detective friends were fairly obtuse about the situation, "she's a rogue element, a vigilante, disturbing the investigation, destroying evidence, killing suspects, blah blah!' And I told the idiots that this presented the perfect opportunity to actually do the investigation instead of sitting around cocks in hands! and they sprung into action! 2 platoons and fireteams converge on the compound and find a treasure trove! Goons fleeing with contraband, Kravarian guns, weapon files, wanted murders fleeing the area apprehended!! We found missing government dossiers, diamonds, stolen valuables, shipments of powdered Zoul by the pound, and la pièce de résistance! A mound of rubble on top of an underground cavern!
Exciting, exciting!! And inside the little cavern . . . Gizomite explosives - among other little toys! Unfortunately, as they initiated the search, your activity was still an issue for my confidants and they were hot on your trail! I begged them to let me take care of my baby! They insisted so I . . . intervened." She tears up and sniffles "How could they be so cruel? Not allowing such a proud mother to secure her child! And after you displayed such an intimately dashing display, such virtuosity, and drama! I was so enraptured by the thought that such a mighty woman was conceived by me.
So . . . moving, I almost wanted to make another of you!! Visell sees hearts of lust in her mom's eyes, biting her lip. "Ew, mom!" Naomi snaps out of her trance! "*giggle* Apologies, love! concerning the situation at hand, unfortunately, one of my confidants wants you to stand trial under the charges of, Obstruction of justice, unwarranted vigilantism, flagrant use of powers, mass destruction of property, destruction of evidence, arson, 10 counts of assault, and 7 accounts of murder in defense. However, due to the sweet fruits of your criminality, the other will defend you and appeal has been presented with a bargain, jail time, and social service, we have a plan for you most certainly." Visell sighs and leans back "Fuck . . ."
Naomi barks "language!" Visell plops on the pillows. "Sorry." She sits in silence for a second. "Is that you wavering in your little convictions, love?" Naomi smirks moving her hand back to play with her daughter's hair.
Visell "No . . . It was bound to happen eventually, Plus as long as I'm helping people it'll be okay . . . besides I did it to protect Nasrin and you, No Chi and . . . for Dedestra. So in a way, I'm at peace with it, I don't regret it and . . . glad your buddies are happy and all, and I get the shit stick for it . . . *scoff* kind of sucks."
Naomi stands up, "Symown, Do you know what the effects of Gizomite are? Visell looks over at her mother and says frankly, "It blows up? Think we missed that dinner talk."
Naomi giggles "Yes, indeed . . . it is made of a special compound of distilled Gizo Element, caked in and pressurized, highly unstable and volatile if left out of a liquid nitrogen chamber! Gizomite bombs create a devastating explosion yielding toxins that would suffocate any regular human and will cause bloodcurdling mutations in Gizo-jin, provided they're not vaporized in the explosion. We found enough in that tunnel to topple all of Konzu (Shinetown)! And blowing the lid on that kind of power in the hands of thugs at the behest of Corporatist and the negligence of ineffectual senators? HA! Of course, they'd want to throw the book at you! The Senator of the sector wanted to lock you up and throw away the key! But a . . . special friend that you'll meet soon stepped in on your behalf, a pillar of the community.
You sell yourself short! Symown you may have saved hundreds of thousands with your actions. To say nothing of how much chaos was averted by confiscating the illegal weaponry, the files, the drugs, the stolen valuables of the local residents, returned. Even in your ruthless, single-minded rage, You acted out of love and you made a difference. Visell blushes her eyes look up at her mom and she cracks a warm smirk, she starts tearing up. "I actually helped people . . ." She laughs "I guess I did . . . just like . . ." Naomi interjects "He would be very proud of you, love." Emotions overflow, a full sharp-toothed smile breaks on her face, She closes her eyes tightly as tears stream into the ocean of hair beneath her. "*Sniffle* Thanks, mom."
And just like your father, you're going to work for me as a part of your debt to society! Visell sniffles "Okay . . . yeah! I think working with you will be cool! All the people you help, it would be cool to be a part of that!"
"I'm glad you think so, honey! *sigh* Despite everything It will be lovely to spend time with my daughters . . . Also"
Naomi gingerly pulls her hand from Visells hair and RAMS her fist in her gut, ripping and crushing muscles! "AH!" Blood burst from Visell's mouth along with all the air in her lungs! Her pupils shrink and roll into her head, shoulders jet up from the agony, her finger spread out and curl. Naomi retracts and dusts off her knuckles.
"That my eldest, was for hurting your little sister . . ." Visell curls up and gasps for air, flinching in pain. "She's going to have a permanent scar, you know. So you're going to sit in this dark room, locked up and squirming in pain as punishment, and if you EVER pull some shit like that again . . . I'll!!! The angry sinister smile falls from Naomi's face as she composes herself with a deep exhale. "Ahem! excuse me . . . I just hope you learned your lesson. Just remember mommy loves you. Naomi leans over and reaches behind the curtain and picks up a medium's size box. Visell looks over with one eye open, bleeding from the mouth, riving and shivering in pain, sneering in agony. Naomi drops the box on Visell's abdomen flagrantly.
Visell flinches with a grunt from the weight thudding on her, adding to the pain. The smile on her mother's face brightens. "You're so adorable when you squirm, my love." she bites her nails in anticipation. Perhaps I should keep going until you beg me to stop! You know I love bleeding the pride of people and what better way to punish such an upstart of a daughter." Visell winces at her mother's deranged expression; she scowls fervently at her mother! Their eyes meet like two carnivores bucking at each other. Naomi giggles, breaking the tension, "But that little defiant spark is what I love about you, my eldest. That's a little present for you. Don't open it till after your sentencing. She walks into the curtain and looks back at Visell still shaking in agony. "Oh, it breaks my heart to have to hurt you, darling but I also really . . . really . . . really love seeing your face when I do . . . now think about what you've done. and remember . . . mommy loves you so, so very, very much." Naomi winks and blows a kiss to her. The curtain closes, the slow crack of high heels percuss through the void, light fills the room again and then darkness takes over with the clack of the doorknob.
Visell's eyes sputter closed from the shock of agony in her stomach as her eyes roll back. fading, fading, fading. Her head falls to the side with an airy grunt. She faints!