Narcissa Stories Chapter 4: Narcissa and HIM: Her Horrid Past...Returned

Part 2 of Narcissa and The Wanderer

While trying to overcome the past, I thought was gone. I started to cry…underneath my mask. I started to remember. Remembering the memories. From after my family’s dea- No, the better word would be…executions.

 

            After watching the executions, I ran. I ran for quite some time. It felt like I had ran over 100 miles. Time, its normal flow obstructed, as I had no way to know how long I had ran…or how far. I shortly realized after leaving…Reavenport. My home. I felt ill. I lost consciousness. I had wanted to die so badly. But, it never came to me. As it turns out, a stranger in mourning clothes appeared and saved me.

 

            Awake. The feeling of suddenly realizing that you have yet to die. Even after, experiencing tragedy. I awoke in a bed. A rather fancy, Victorian era style bed. I did not know where I was. Nor how I got here. I looked down…only to see that I was naked. My clothes. My protection. Gone. I was defenseless. I feared that something bad, was going to happen to me. I tried to get out of the bed. But, as soon as I got up, I fell to the ground with a huge THUD sound.

 

            While partially on the floor… I saw the door to the room open. Scared as to what was going to happen to me…I tried to get back up. Only to hit the floor. Naked, defenseless, and unable to move.

 

            I heard a voice and foot steps coming towards me. A maid stood there. A pretty girl. Probably around 17 years old or so. She was carrying something. A piece of cloth…and a tray of food and drink. She knelt down and told me everything was going to be alright. She picked me up from my. Highly uncomfortable position, and back into the bad. She told me that. Her master had saved my life. And that the atmosphere, the toxins of mankind, had caused my half of my body to become highly burned. I refused to believe her. I was nervous and anxious.  And, I couldn’t stop myself from trembling.

 

            I asked her to get me a mirror. So I can see for myself. She obliged and brought a full body mirror towards the bed. I looked at my reflection. And tears started running down my face. Against my own will. Like a hostage. I saw, with my own two eyes. My face. That had always had this unnatural beauty to it. Half of it was scarred. I kept looking. Down, down towards my feet. From head to toe. Almost the entire left side of my body had…been severely burned and scarred by the world’s atmosphere.

 

            I must have cried for hours and hours after that. The maid sat next to me. She made me feel better. The bittersweet tears. Water filled with sadness, pain, and a desire for revenge. She helped me get dressed. I was wearing some sort of jeans and a t-shirt. Both of which, were protected from the toxic atmosphere our species had created out of greed and ideological bullshit.

 

            After getting dressed, I tried to walk. Turns out I had been given some painkillers. The side effect of which, caused temporary paralysis. The fear of being helpless, had been assuaged by the maid’s kindness.

 

            I looked at the door. Which had been closed, slowly opened to reveal a man in a business suit. He looked at me with, what seemed to be disdain, but also relief. He walked over to me. With a slow stride. He said something to me. I wasn’t sure what he said. He repeated the question again. I knew what he asked. I told him that. My name is Narcissa Ravenheart and that I was from Reavenport. He looked at me, and then the maid. He motioned for her to leave so that he could talk to me.

 

            Gradually, during our conversation, my hearing started to come back. I told him everything about myself, and he poured out his heart unto myself. His disdain subsided and turned to relief. He told me what had happened to me. Like how he found me while on his way back to his mansion. I was near death, and the smell of rotting flesh was much different than the usual atmospheric musk.

 

            He saved my life. He told me of how his daughter and children died during Ragnarok. The event that destroyed the world…and everything and everyone on it. He asked what I wanted to do with my life. I told him that I don’t know what I should do.

 

            Over my time spent at his mansion, the man. A one, Verdin Chrozenkit Sinforius, had saved my life. I recognized that name from somewhere. At the time I couldn’t remember where, but after THAT happened, it came rushing back to me. Like a typhoon and a tsunami at the same time. When I realized, it was too late.

 

            I learned much during my days with him. Such as, martial arts, how to use various weaponry, hand to hand and close quarters combat, etc. I was skilled and had a gift for learning each move after only seeing it in action once.

 

            On the one year anniversary of me being at Verdin’s mansion, I was attacked in my sleep by my teacher. Stripped of my clothes and unable to move. He raped me. He raped me over and over. For almost a week I had been either raped…or treated like a worthless slave. No, slave is to harsh. I was treated like I was nothing more then a pet to him. A toy if you will. I had no rights.

 

            Eventually, I submitted to his will. I didn’t disobey him out of fear of his temper. I was eventually rescued from death yet again. This time by the military. The government police found my teacher. When they found my. My mind was a complete wreck. While I was in the GP’s care, I had my memories of my time as his pet, erased completely. Ultimately, I tried to escape from the facility a number of times. I killed at least a dozen people each attempt. I was sedated repeatedly. Ultimately, I was given an ultimatum. I was in a cell. When They walked in. A man and a woman. They told me that they were named Dizzy and Scarecrow. They gave me two choices: the first was to join their organization,  or, be executed. I ultimately decided to join them. I was designated: Narcissa Rose”.

 

            I tried to look up at Verdin, but he punched me in the guy before I got the chance. I blacked out. I hoped that I wouldn’t be put through THAT again. But, I couldn’t go through that. Not again. Between the pain, the despair, and the dehumanization that he put me through. I prayed to God…but I knew he wouldn’t answer my prayers. Why you ask yourself? He died. He died the day that Ragnarok occurred.