A masquerade, Lucy didn?t need to attend. She was eternally within such a situation. In this world ? in this existence Lucy puts up a front between the real her, what she herself is destined to become and what others expect of her.
So many masks and so many hidden faces, it was like Lucy needed a split personality for different conditions in life.
One big fa?ade; one big lie and she knew this. Why put on such a show when eventually you are going to just revert back to that real you?
Lucy was ready to go, she really was. She was excited to put on her costume and even more excited to let everyone see what she had made herself into - what costume, would Lucy wear, anyway? She dyed her hair for the occasion ? by Cassie, many shades of red in each section of her hair just to add colour to the outfit, she even bought herself the clothes too for the ocaasion!
So much time and for what? She didn?t go ? she never got to the Gceat Hall in the first place.
She was wandering the streets of Rhy?Din, with her short red hair and Black Monk?s cloak hiding her costume; keeping her warm from the cold night?s air. Slow, thoughtful steps had been taken ? she was lost in her own feelings for people. Judd, Alex, Jewell, Charlotte and Cassie had come to mind, and continued the inner conflict, all begging one simple question.
Why?
?Why?? Lucy stopped just before a piercing parlor long closed in the dead of the morning?s frosty night, she exhaled a breath letting off no steam ? her lungs were cold, there was no heat to expel. Down her head had tilted, the hood creeping on over her sights, a shaken hand moving on up to touch her lips with the tips of her fingers. ?? Was I wrong? Should have I had? Made love to Uncle like that??
Made love? Wasn't it just sex? She hoped it was.
?Was it wrong, Judd?? Her scarlet hues had risen to the sky, not necessarily up to heaven mind you, Lucy believed in no such thing. ?Can you forgive me for what I did? I was lonely? I don?t know why? I did it?? The fingers upon lips had slid up across the scar that started upon the left side of her cheek, below her eye, wiping some moisture away from the deep gash.
?And me going behind Jewell? Like that?? Guilt now flooded those eyes which dropped to the ground. ?Knowing all? God,? Her hand covered her entire face, head hanging low, ?I?m such a slut.? Slowly she turned on her heel, she was about to make her way towards the direction of the Great Hall and join the others in that damned maskie-thingie, but then, Lucy came face-to-face with her own reflection.
For the first time in ages she looked upon herself and stared beyond the flesh and bone ? beyond the sinews of muscle and fiber of nervous branches...
Lucy stared into her own soul, and it was as black as Renna?s heart that thumped away inside of her chest? No longer did she see herself. Just Renna gazing on back, watching? Undoing the last buckle upon her straight jacket?
?No? No? No!?
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Lucy ran and ran and still she could not get away, every turn she made through the City and every corner she sharply skidded, she ran. Crying and whimpering, sprinting as hard as her legs could allow her ? running directly out of the City without so much of a breath.
Then?
?Oof!?
CRASH!
Lucy had run directly into someone and had both of their bodies hurled to the ground at the force of the impact. Though as she lay there whimpering, the groggy groans of a man had alerted her that she did not kill the person she had almost ran through. The shifts of gravel and mud just outside of the City?s gate drew closer ? light footsteps and then, a hand? Extended out to her, offering to help her up, ?Miss, are you okay??
Lucy was pushing herself to her knees, shaking and looking up at the open hand offered to her kindly. She looked deep into the darkness to try and envisage the man?s appearance, though the night refused Lucy today.
?Are you hurt?? He questioned further.
?J-Judd??? Lucy questioned almost hopefully.
A visible pause, ?Uh ? I am sorry, I am not that person ? are you okay? You?re shaking?? The hand reached down to grip, Lucy?s hand.
The Roman?s appearance had flashed in her mind and the ungodly act that was done to her nearly over a month ago. She shrank back from the hand, screamed, and turned her head away - both arms risen up on over her face to protect herself from the harmless stranger.
The poor human didn?t stand a chance, several shadow arms had cut right through him ? slicing him up into uneven chunks of flesh in one swipe. Blood; in every sense of the word, spray out across the ground and all down Lucy's trembling frame.
She stood up drenched and panting. The man was young, his face youthful and beautiful, perhaps he was a kind soul and perhaps a gentle one at that though despite the virtues the poor kid didn?t stand a chance against the sudden onslaught?
That?s when she turned ? footsteps, Renna was advancing. The flickering image ? a fake appearance of not the true Renna - not in demon form, oh no, it was the possessed form of the demon and Lucy herself? The image of Renna everyone had come to known.
?How is this possible? You can?t control me? You are contained! Con-urk!? A crazed sight, for Lucy was strangling herself. Slowly again she fell to one knee amongst the blood and the mud and the flesh, ?You? How?? Renna advanced still and in one shining moment Lucy had regained the control over her hands and ran once again out towards the forests.
She had to hide.
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Each passing second Renna was ready to take over. She followed close on Lucy?s heels like some floating spirit. Lucy's body numbing to the urges ? the influences and there in her path stood the ghostly image of Judd, rotting with hands open out wide. He mouthed something silently to her ? was it to give in? Was it to submit to the darkness inside of her? She had been slipping ? she and Alex?s lusty encounter was not all Lucy?s doing, it was? A deep, deep desire she could not simply explain, and it far extended below and above the nobility of love.
The cloak was torn open by own her clenched fists, she tore it off and threw the remains down, stamping on them. Then the hands went to the last single buckle spanning the straight jacket from neck, to stomach?
Lucy?s costume was well? Predictable, really? Around her neck tightly fastened lay one shackle ? expanding down a thick long chain ? the sleeves of the straight jacket rolled up, platform leather boots and a thong. Lucy was dressed as a sex slave and how fitting it was, for the situation.
Lucy bit so hard on her lower lip it had begun to bleed. The fingers fumbled with the last buckle, pulling out the strap slowly? Her body quivering? Her eyes tearing.
?No? Alex? Judd? Mommy? Someone? Help me!? Her plea echoed dully amongst the surrounding trees, and finally with one sharp tug of the buckle, the pin was popped from the hole?
And the buckle slid on out?
There was a deathly shrill in the night, the trees were up-rooted and tossed about like matchsticks, broken like twigs in the torrent of the swirling misty blue energy that detonated up from woodland?s floor ? a thick, and deep sonic boom thundering within the growing tornado...
Suspended in the calmed eye of the storm floated Lucy, fingers sunken deep into the mane of red, nearly pulling a clump of the thick red hair from the roots, knees to chest, curled up? Crying?
All the slip ups ? all the desires of destruction ? of love and lust ? and death? Weakening Lucy, now easy to manipulate?
The defenses were broken.
Renna was repossessing her?
Lucy was resisting with every ounce of energy she had? She called out for her Uncle ? her voice screaming down the mental line... She fell meters down to the ground as the energy had abruptly, disappeared.
So many masks and so many hidden faces, it was like Lucy needed a split personality for different conditions in life.
One big fa?ade; one big lie and she knew this. Why put on such a show when eventually you are going to just revert back to that real you?
Lucy was ready to go, she really was. She was excited to put on her costume and even more excited to let everyone see what she had made herself into - what costume, would Lucy wear, anyway? She dyed her hair for the occasion ? by Cassie, many shades of red in each section of her hair just to add colour to the outfit, she even bought herself the clothes too for the ocaasion!
So much time and for what? She didn?t go ? she never got to the Gceat Hall in the first place.
She was wandering the streets of Rhy?Din, with her short red hair and Black Monk?s cloak hiding her costume; keeping her warm from the cold night?s air. Slow, thoughtful steps had been taken ? she was lost in her own feelings for people. Judd, Alex, Jewell, Charlotte and Cassie had come to mind, and continued the inner conflict, all begging one simple question.
Why?
?Why?? Lucy stopped just before a piercing parlor long closed in the dead of the morning?s frosty night, she exhaled a breath letting off no steam ? her lungs were cold, there was no heat to expel. Down her head had tilted, the hood creeping on over her sights, a shaken hand moving on up to touch her lips with the tips of her fingers. ?? Was I wrong? Should have I had? Made love to Uncle like that??
Made love? Wasn't it just sex? She hoped it was.
?Was it wrong, Judd?? Her scarlet hues had risen to the sky, not necessarily up to heaven mind you, Lucy believed in no such thing. ?Can you forgive me for what I did? I was lonely? I don?t know why? I did it?? The fingers upon lips had slid up across the scar that started upon the left side of her cheek, below her eye, wiping some moisture away from the deep gash.
?And me going behind Jewell? Like that?? Guilt now flooded those eyes which dropped to the ground. ?Knowing all? God,? Her hand covered her entire face, head hanging low, ?I?m such a slut.? Slowly she turned on her heel, she was about to make her way towards the direction of the Great Hall and join the others in that damned maskie-thingie, but then, Lucy came face-to-face with her own reflection.
For the first time in ages she looked upon herself and stared beyond the flesh and bone ? beyond the sinews of muscle and fiber of nervous branches...
Lucy stared into her own soul, and it was as black as Renna?s heart that thumped away inside of her chest? No longer did she see herself. Just Renna gazing on back, watching? Undoing the last buckle upon her straight jacket?
?No? No? No!?
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Lucy ran and ran and still she could not get away, every turn she made through the City and every corner she sharply skidded, she ran. Crying and whimpering, sprinting as hard as her legs could allow her ? running directly out of the City without so much of a breath.
Then?
?Oof!?
CRASH!
Lucy had run directly into someone and had both of their bodies hurled to the ground at the force of the impact. Though as she lay there whimpering, the groggy groans of a man had alerted her that she did not kill the person she had almost ran through. The shifts of gravel and mud just outside of the City?s gate drew closer ? light footsteps and then, a hand? Extended out to her, offering to help her up, ?Miss, are you okay??
Lucy was pushing herself to her knees, shaking and looking up at the open hand offered to her kindly. She looked deep into the darkness to try and envisage the man?s appearance, though the night refused Lucy today.
?Are you hurt?? He questioned further.
?J-Judd??? Lucy questioned almost hopefully.
A visible pause, ?Uh ? I am sorry, I am not that person ? are you okay? You?re shaking?? The hand reached down to grip, Lucy?s hand.
The Roman?s appearance had flashed in her mind and the ungodly act that was done to her nearly over a month ago. She shrank back from the hand, screamed, and turned her head away - both arms risen up on over her face to protect herself from the harmless stranger.
The poor human didn?t stand a chance, several shadow arms had cut right through him ? slicing him up into uneven chunks of flesh in one swipe. Blood; in every sense of the word, spray out across the ground and all down Lucy's trembling frame.
She stood up drenched and panting. The man was young, his face youthful and beautiful, perhaps he was a kind soul and perhaps a gentle one at that though despite the virtues the poor kid didn?t stand a chance against the sudden onslaught?
That?s when she turned ? footsteps, Renna was advancing. The flickering image ? a fake appearance of not the true Renna - not in demon form, oh no, it was the possessed form of the demon and Lucy herself? The image of Renna everyone had come to known.
?How is this possible? You can?t control me? You are contained! Con-urk!? A crazed sight, for Lucy was strangling herself. Slowly again she fell to one knee amongst the blood and the mud and the flesh, ?You? How?? Renna advanced still and in one shining moment Lucy had regained the control over her hands and ran once again out towards the forests.
She had to hide.
************************************************** ***
Each passing second Renna was ready to take over. She followed close on Lucy?s heels like some floating spirit. Lucy's body numbing to the urges ? the influences and there in her path stood the ghostly image of Judd, rotting with hands open out wide. He mouthed something silently to her ? was it to give in? Was it to submit to the darkness inside of her? She had been slipping ? she and Alex?s lusty encounter was not all Lucy?s doing, it was? A deep, deep desire she could not simply explain, and it far extended below and above the nobility of love.
The cloak was torn open by own her clenched fists, she tore it off and threw the remains down, stamping on them. Then the hands went to the last single buckle spanning the straight jacket from neck, to stomach?
Lucy?s costume was well? Predictable, really? Around her neck tightly fastened lay one shackle ? expanding down a thick long chain ? the sleeves of the straight jacket rolled up, platform leather boots and a thong. Lucy was dressed as a sex slave and how fitting it was, for the situation.
Lucy bit so hard on her lower lip it had begun to bleed. The fingers fumbled with the last buckle, pulling out the strap slowly? Her body quivering? Her eyes tearing.
?No? Alex? Judd? Mommy? Someone? Help me!? Her plea echoed dully amongst the surrounding trees, and finally with one sharp tug of the buckle, the pin was popped from the hole?
And the buckle slid on out?
There was a deathly shrill in the night, the trees were up-rooted and tossed about like matchsticks, broken like twigs in the torrent of the swirling misty blue energy that detonated up from woodland?s floor ? a thick, and deep sonic boom thundering within the growing tornado...
Suspended in the calmed eye of the storm floated Lucy, fingers sunken deep into the mane of red, nearly pulling a clump of the thick red hair from the roots, knees to chest, curled up? Crying?
All the slip ups ? all the desires of destruction ? of love and lust ? and death? Weakening Lucy, now easy to manipulate?
The defenses were broken.
Renna was repossessing her?
Lucy was resisting with every ounce of energy she had? She called out for her Uncle ? her voice screaming down the mental line... She fell meters down to the ground as the energy had abruptly, disappeared.