Excr: Dream of Pain in Development

A frown crept slowing onto her pale face. 
"Are you.... praying?" Her was sickening, enough to make the man feel foolish for calling out to an all knowing ficticious being he's never truly believed in. He twitched as another nail was placed gently on his hand. Thorn raised the hammer with a steady grace.
"I expected more from a gang member," Disdain dripped along her tone like blood onto the floor. Her disgust was plain, stitched onto her face as she paused with the hammer above the nail. 
The hardened member of ((insert gang name here)), known for his murders ranging into hundreds and gut wrenching methods of torture, whimpered like a pup. He pulled against the restraints desperately. His eyes still burning from whatever chemical was last splashed onto them,made it hard to see at all. Everything was blurry but the shadow of his assailant  was visible enough to make him scream. 
"For gods' sake! Just do it already!" His words, desperate, clawing for any humanity left in the predator before him, echoed in the stone walled room. Even with blurred vision, the wolfish grin was clear. She dropped the hammer with only enough force to bury it halfway into his hand. 
"Now, now," The honey sweet words were negated by the obvious sneer. "Struggling will only make it worse, I think...." 
Her victim threw back into the chair, pulling his hand against the first nail pinning it to the wood. Thorn smiled at his screech of pain. 
"I told you," Her smile filled with sick satisfaction threatened to split her face, crimson blood flowed like tears down her cheeks. One slender hand snatched the nail partially embedded into her victim's hand. Maniacal laughter dribbled from dark red lips as she pushed the angle then forced the rusted metal further into his palm. 
"Oh come now, stop blubbering." She stod and glared down her nose at him. She was an image of pure hate, animalistic rage embodied by a dangerously beautiful young woman. Her long black hair was gathered into a leather tie, lips like rose petals were stained red with blood. Her skin was pale white from being underground most of her time, and dusted with stains of red from years of blood gushing from her playthings. A black scarf was pulled across her eyes made many questions how she was able to see. 

The real first page

Fear edged into the back of her throat as she saw him once again. He sauntered almost lazily, but at the same time he was closing the gap between them as if he was sprinting. Her heart fluttered like a spasmodic bird, wings thudding against her chest making her ribs ache. The girl, frightened of this real life boogie man, tugged on her brother’s sleeve. Thade glanced over his shoulder, his eyes twitched wider before turning and vaulting off the rooftop onto the shed below it.

“Jump!” He yelled, gesturing wildly for his sister to fall to him. Ragni glanced behind. The bird fell dead in her chest. Cold eyes met her gaze. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he grinned, the sinister spark in his eye seemed to light his pupil aflame with a dark purpose.

“Hello, my sweet.” His voice was like honeyed poison, sweet but malevolent with a perverted sense of trust.  Ragni’s lungs seemed to freeze. Her body became rock, solid and tensed as if ready to spring but her brain wouldn’t give the signal. She was caught, like a rabbit cornered by a wolf, all she could do was stare into his eyes and the void they carried.

“I’m afraid this is where I leave you.” The man’s twisted grin seemed to consume his entire face, the corrupted sense of joy threatening to split his skull.

As his hand touched her shoulder, she felt her skin from her body. A scream flew from her lips and she watched as her flesh shredded around his fingers, her muscle twisted and stretched to fuse with his wrist, arm and body.  

He was consuming her. Body and soul.

Something ruptured deep inside the girl. Amidst the agony she felt something dark open wide in her soul. She could no longer see what was happening. Every sense was lost except her body being ripped apart at the seams. Her scream became louder, and higher than before no longer human it was the sound of torment, anguish, and hatred.

Then nothing. 

Excr: Sheep the the Slaughter

She stood there, among the other members of her rank, and wondered why she had even bothered to come. Maybe it was just her opinion, but Thorn didn't think that orphans needed a support group. But here she was, standing in a room of an abandoned school surrounded by other homeless children who, up until yesterday, had been terrified of her.

The girl groaned, listening to the whines of her fellow orphans reminded her why she was usually alone. She hated people.

The other children gave Thorn a wide berth, staying at least two feet away from the violent girl for fear of a bruised rib, or black eye. Though admittedly Thorn preferred it this way, part of her wished for a reason to deck the other children.

“I always find it so amusing,” A voice to her right followed by the jingling of a bell told her that Thade was standing close, probably having just stood from the crouch he was usually in.

“Find what amusing?” Thorn asked; though her scathing tone told Thade that she didn’t actually care.

“That these kids are so terrified of a blind girl.” The grin he was wearing was obvious in the words. Thorn chuckled her deep, evil chuckle that had once been described as a demon amused at its’ prey struggling to escape.

“She doesn’t scare me.” A brave voice scoffed from behind them. Thade’s bell jingled as he turned to look at the girl who had so casually offered the challenge, then glanced at his sister. A thin smirk twitched across Thorn’s lips like a wolf who found a pen of sheep. 

Page one?

Labored breathing. Heavy footsteps. And a whistled Moonlight Sonata. It was always so easy to follow the cumbersome noises her brother made; being blind was not such a problem when his breath was so familiar, his thudding footsteps so unique and his constant humming was the ambiance of her life. She ran behind him, a silent ghost in a leather trench coat. Her fabric-wrapped feet made her nothing but a shadow slipping between the maze of boxes and debris that made every alley way an obstacle course. She ran after her brother, wishing he would be quiet but knowing that if he was she would be lost in her world of black shapeless sight and dark destructive thoughts. Being blind was her tie to him.

“This way!” He yelled over his shoulder, as her beacon of noise dodged to the left. Thorn smirked and leapt over a box to take the lead. These alleys, scattered with broken lives and abandoned dreams, had been her playground all her life. Fifteen years of memorizing the layout of her city, the alleys, the streets, the buildings and even the more permanent pieces of trash, had given her a working map. She knew they were close. 

Excr: Maniacal Distaste

((This excerpt is a perfect description of Thorn, and her wonderful quirks. I often use this story to describe her.))

“You know, Thorn…” The voice of the gang leader, though smooth and charming, was beginning to wear on her nerves. At this comment, her hands tensed, causing the fork in her hand to snap which only added to her irritation. The man beside her didn’t seem to notice.

“You come across as a mean, heartless bitch.” Ja’k twirled his fork in thought, jabbing the pronged utensil in the general direction of Thorn’s heart. “But you care. It just takes a trained eye to see it.”

On the other side of her, Thade snorted, spraying potatoes onto the table. Thorn didn’t move for a moment, her blindfolded gaze didn’t shift from her plate as her face twitched, blood trickling down her cheek. She toyed with the pronged end of her broken fork as a grin split her face.

“You think?” She asked as if genuinely curious. Her voice was coated with sugar and innocence. Beside her, still oblivious to the wolf he’d just angered, Ja’k nodded and stabbed a chunk of meat. Thorn tilted her head though her gaze remained on her plate. “You know, I… I do…” Her voice faltered as if trying to find the words; beside her, Thade let out a nervous squeak.

“I do…” In one swift motion she twisted the broken fork in her fingers and stabbed the prongs through Ja’k’s hand, pinning it to the table. Utterly surprised by the attack, Ja’k screamed in pain and tried to pull the twisted metal from the table. Thorn cackled her maniacal cackle and scooped up Ja’k’s discarded fork.

“I do, so, love the sound of screams.” She plucked a piece of meat from her plate and chewed happily, reveling in the sound of suffering beside her. Thade chuckled a bit, going back to his meal.

“I love you, Thorn.” He giggled cheerfully, laughing a bit harder as Thorn punched his kidney. 

Excr: Fatal Disgust

((Here is a piece, the first one I ever wrote pertaining to this story. Or, more specifically, this is the piece that started Underlying Scar))

When I found her, only the sex-hungry mongrels that were molesting her could have known she was a girl. Her hair was short and frayed from being cut by a blunt object, as well as matted and gray with dirt. She had no figure, as was appropriate of a girl her age. She wore pants that were too short, and a loose shirt with torn off sleeves. Goggles were perched on her head, and she had no shoes. She looked, for all the world, like a young boy.

But there are certain people in the city of Tsiwo'k who make it their business to decipher male from female. And those were the type that were clawing at her clothes the moment I turned the corner that day. They were growling and giggling like mad, tearing off her shirt as she barely put up a fight.

I had stood there, fixated on how low we'd fallen that grown men would prey on little girls in such a manner. In broad daylight no less. But, what did they care? Who was going to stop them? I looked around, and saw the bustling streets not even glance her way let alone pause to help. No one was going to help her.

I turned to look back at the perverse scene.

It seemed as though she didn't care that she was being manhandled. She fought the mongrels weakly, without heart. Her screams barely above a normal tone of voice. Yes, it seemed as if she didn't mind. But I knew better.

Her wrists were rail thin, and now that her shirt was off you could see her ribs easily. Her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes dull. It was not that she didn't care, she didn't have the strength to fight. Most likely, she had been recently orphaned and didn't know how to survive yet. She was starving.

My hands then clenched into fists. I was furious with it all. The perverts attacking her, the city folk for simply walking past, the city itself for starving the poor girl. I was sick of it, and I wasn't going to take it anymore.

"Oi!" I said, my voice laced with anger. The men didn't even look up from the girl. She, however, glanced my way. Her eyes full of false hope, hope that I might be about to help her. I nodded slowly and stepped forward, taking a dagger, it's shape the symbol of Mars, from my belt with two fingers. The girl's eyes lit up ever so slightly at my nod. She knew I was going to help her. I brought the dagger up to my face.

"Oi!" I yelled, louder this time. The larger of the two thugs looked up just in time to catch my dagger in his forehead. Grunting, the brute fell away from the girl with a THUD onto the dirt. His cohort glanced up from their victim. His dull eyes traveled from the man in the dirt and cast about for the source of the trouble. Stepping forward, I leaned on my scythe.

"Oh don't worry about your friend," I stood straighter and twirled my weapon twice before planting it on the ground again. "He's alive..... for now."

The thug blinked stupidly at me for a moment then clutched at the girl, pulling her towards him.

"W-what do you want?" He glanced at my scythe. Ah yes, my scythe. It was a unique piece of work, for it was in the shape of a woman, her flowing hair was the blade and her body was part of the handle. It was my symbol, of sorts. People knew me by it.

And who was I? I was Dax; second in command of the Tsa'gi gang. Ja'k's right hand man. The men and few women of the gang listened to me as well as they listened to their leader Ja'k. Yes, I was in a seat of power. And this lowly brute recognized that from my weapon, Lady Vesna.

"I want you to leave this lady alone." Glowering down at this scum of life, I stepped close and poked at him with the toe of my boot.  Whimpering and sniveling, the man let go of the girl and rolled away. The girl scrambled away once she was free, tripping over her pants that had been pulled around her ankles. Stooping low, I caught her arm and heaved her to her feet. She grabbed the waistband of her pants and tugged them up to where they were supposed to be. Scuttling behind me she peered defiantly from around my hip at her attacker.

I turned back to the thug on the ground and twirled Lady Vesna once, then angled her down so that her blade was against his neck. Eyes wide, the brute suddenly didn't seem so tough.

"Stay away from children." I pulled the scythe steadily across his neck, not enough to kill him, just enough to make him bleed. The thug froze. I could see the sweat dripping down his brow as he struggled not to move or scream. Behind me, the girl was tugging on my shirt.

"S-stop it!" The words seemed to suddenly burst from her. The words she hadn't said when the thugs were going to rape her now came from her lips like the cry of a distressed bird. They startled me so badly that I pulled Lady Vesna away from the man's neck, turning to look at the child with a lofted brow. The man, seeing his chance, crawled backwards away from my blade and scrambled away, leaving his chum behind without a backward look. I gave an irritated glance his way but decided he wasn't worth running after. Turning back to the girl, I leaned on my scythe and gave her a confused look.

She blushed and looked down, swirling her toe in the dirt.

"I just didn't want you to hurt him because of me." She peered up at me from amidst her dusty bangs. Her eyes were innocent and young, but there was something else there as well. Knowledge. Knowledge of other things, things that I could never even dream of. Sighing, I shucked off my vest-like shirt and handed it to her. For a moment, she seemed confused.

"Put it on." I said simply. She gave me a gentle smile and pulled it over her flat, bare chest.

"Thank you." She suddenly darted forward and hugged me, slipping her thin arms around my waist. I blinked stupidly for a moment, then pat her back and ruffled her short hair.

"What's your name, little one?"

"Ishaura." She pulled away from me and flashed a grin up at me. I smiled back and looked back over my shoulder where the Tsa'gi gang was waiting in the market place.

"C'mon, Ishaura," I wrapped an arm around her and led her towards her new family. "You're with me now." 

A late thanksgiving note

 ‎"You know, I heard they once celebrated a day..... something about turkey and eating a lot." Ja'k muttered, kicking at the dirt. Thade smiled kindly, with a rare knowing look. "It was about thanks, and being thankful for what you have." He whispered, his voice happy as it thought about better times. Ishura scoffed. "Turkey sounds better."

WW: Affection

Thorn hissed, pushing the zombie girl back with one disdainful finger. "Get. Away. From me." Her voice was ice cold. Pia looked up, her pleading, watery eyes were lost on the rebel's blindness. "But...." Pia smiled, ducking beneath Thorn's arm she wrapped her constructed arms around the angry pirate. "I love you." 

Excr: Decaying Hopes and Dreams

The dust had long since settled on the various pews and alters of the massive cathedral that rested in the middle of the crater. Statues of the god to whom the church was meant to praise had been dismantled, smashed and their stony remains strewn about the cold, empty building. No one had used the dingy church for its intended purpose in hundreds of years. Religion had been abandoned shortly after the righteous had been ascended. After the wars that had torn apart the earth, people could no longer remember the deities that had been worshiped, nor cared to fabricate all knowing entities worth their time. Those that knew of the gods, the dancers, felt that their time was better spent blending in and avoiding contact with the celestial beings especially once the divine began sending their children out to hunt down those with a collective conscious.

Rainbow boots stepped lightly over the rubble carefully making their way to the center of the building. The rainbow girl scoffed at the destruction around her. Eyeing the broken statues, she was sure the church had once been dedicated to her mother. Underneath the decades of dirt and decay Hefru’s trained eye could still detect the once vibrant colors of the walls and ceiling.

“Churches of Joy were once such colorful places…” She sighed quietly, kicking at a piece of broken alter. Muttering about the barbaric ways of humans, the goddess picked her way towards the center. 

Excr: Apparition of a Confused Victim

Thade stared, dumbfounded at the sky as white flakes fell with grace and poise that was so alien to this world. He was uneasy because of it. Calm. Calm didn’t exist in this world. It was quiet, sound muffled by the thick flakes that coated the city. The fighting slowed to a stop as all the kids paused in their bloodthirsty endeavor to look upwards. Thade frowned, blinking the blood from his eyes as he turned from the sky to the scene before him. The sudden appearance of the soft white flakes had completely interrupted the battle that had been raging for hours. Both gangs fell into a silent truce to watch their world disappear into gray and white. The soothing white gently covered the streets, buildings, and children with tenderness akin to a mother’s love, enveloping them all in a sense of calm and clear thought. It was wrong. Such calm didn’t exist in this world. There was only Chaos. 

Concept: Pia

Once a human, living in Grace, she fell in love with Lady Logic. Logic, confused and intrigued by the emotions of humans, allowed the girl to live with her. After years of studying, the goddess found herself at a loss as the girl began to age. The goddess that had once been so confused and abrasive at emotions had grown attached, almost to the point of love. Logically, the only way to preserve her newfound complicated emotion was to immortalize the girl. Willingly, the girl so devoted allowed the goddess of Logic to place her soul into a body constructed of non-organic materials created from experiments in long-lasting flesh. Once the soul attachment was complete, Logic renamed the girl Pia. The quirky servant continued to live with Logic, but her mind was now unstable because Logic had attempted to instill her own thought and reason during the transfer. Humans are not meant to be logical, or rational. Pia began to show signs of losing her mind, talking to things and people that were not there. It seemed that the installment of god-like knowledge had simply broken her mind beyond repair. The goddess grew frustrated, but tried to help the girl more. After a long time, Pia became child-like and full of energy that seemed to never dim. Logic lost her patience and, with Theory telling her it was a good idea, sent her constructed love into the human realm to seek The Kouitchi.

A picture I have found that is what I picture her as.
I am going to try to find a different one. 

Pia found The Kouitchi with ease and tailed the rebel leader for months. However, her mind so far gone, the poor girl soon forgot her mission and became infatuated with Thorn. Pia entered into Thorn’s ranks and soon earned the leader’s trust. She became good friends with Thade, and often told him of her feelings for Thorn, at which Thade laughed and would pat the poor girl on the head. 

Charming Context

Well, I think I'm going to start using a blog to post my story ideas, character concepts, random excerpts, and other random ramblings of my novel-in-the-works-and-probably-always-will-be Underlying Scar.  Well, here we go. 


So posts will be as such: 
Concept: (character name here) <- character Concept 
Excr: (Some Fancy Title) <-- excerpt that I've written
Word Vomit: (word or phrase)  <--  idea pertaining to certain concept 
Craziness: (number here) <-- probably some stupid conversation I've had with my characters. Or something. 
WW: (word) <-- one word entry

Oh boy, I'm so excited /sarcasm>