Death of a Villain
Sept 6, 2014 22:02:45 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2014 22:02:45 GMT -6
They could remember the darkness. It was like being suspended in water and not knowing which way was up or down, but they could breathe. It was unnerving. They could see them self in the darkness but nothing beyond it. For the first time in a long time they weren't watching numbers dance across their shared vision. Instead they watched at their lives flashed before their eyes.
There was a little girl sitting and playing the viola while her mother watched. "That one is mine." One voice said swimming over to it. It glowed a moment before absorbing into her making her glow a bit brighter.
The pair turned and watched another vision play through. A figure in a gas mask appeared suddenly in front of a paining grinning before the painting and them disappeared. The other girl grinned before swimming over. "That one is so mine."
Everyone and a while they paused as something seemed to pierce the blackness calling them back. The first girl wanted to go, but the other stopped her, reasoning they had to sort out the mess out before them. Reluctantly the first girl agreed and followed after the other.
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"“Hi, I noticed you've got no melanin in your eyes. I'm curious, do you suffer from hypopigmentation? If so you have great hair! I'm sorry to be so rude...”
""Pardon?" "Thank you?"
"It's fine, and no I'm not albino. My eyes are just colored this way, my skin is just fine." "I'm Annette."
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"That's my name!" The girl swam over touching the memory taking in the name, it made her more solid and brighter. She looked at her companion in the dark, come on let's find your name.
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A nine year old girl with dark hair and bright red eyes stared up at the shelf that she wasn't to touch looking at the glass in the goggles were a part of the mask. There were a pair of cat ears on the top of the head. Interesting there were numbers sown into the cape around it shoulders. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch but her grandpa said it was her destiny. The small hand reach out to call the goggles to her like her grandpa had taught her. They appeared in her hand before reappearing on the person in the glass.
"Not yet my thief, you're not ready for that yet."
"But you said that was my destiny." The girl looked the older man as picked her up and looked her in the the eye.
"That's true, but first you have to prove yourself before taking on the title of a legend. You want to be able to do that legend justice and that require's practice. Got it?" The little girl nodded solemnly. "So my little walking calculator what do you want to be known as?"
A smile split across her face as she pulled a card out of thin air and showed it her grandfather. The older man grinned and nodded. "Catastor? I guess will make a Cat out of you yet. Now come one little one we have much work to do before Catastor can make her debut."
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Annette watched at the other girl absorbed the memory, "Catastor, that is your name and I'm Annette." The twin of herself nodded.
"It seems we are the same person, yet we are different."
"One cannot exist without the other. Look at all these memories. There are too many for one person, one life time."
"Yet we've lived them all. Come on, lets finish sorting ourselves out. Someone is waiting for us."
There was a little girl sitting and playing the viola while her mother watched. "That one is mine." One voice said swimming over to it. It glowed a moment before absorbing into her making her glow a bit brighter.
The pair turned and watched another vision play through. A figure in a gas mask appeared suddenly in front of a paining grinning before the painting and them disappeared. The other girl grinned before swimming over. "That one is so mine."
Everyone and a while they paused as something seemed to pierce the blackness calling them back. The first girl wanted to go, but the other stopped her, reasoning they had to sort out the mess out before them. Reluctantly the first girl agreed and followed after the other.
-------
"“Hi, I noticed you've got no melanin in your eyes. I'm curious, do you suffer from hypopigmentation? If so you have great hair! I'm sorry to be so rude...”
""Pardon?" "Thank you?"
"It's fine, and no I'm not albino. My eyes are just colored this way, my skin is just fine." "I'm Annette."
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"That's my name!" The girl swam over touching the memory taking in the name, it made her more solid and brighter. She looked at her companion in the dark, come on let's find your name.
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A nine year old girl with dark hair and bright red eyes stared up at the shelf that she wasn't to touch looking at the glass in the goggles were a part of the mask. There were a pair of cat ears on the top of the head. Interesting there were numbers sown into the cape around it shoulders. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch but her grandpa said it was her destiny. The small hand reach out to call the goggles to her like her grandpa had taught her. They appeared in her hand before reappearing on the person in the glass.
"Not yet my thief, you're not ready for that yet."
"But you said that was my destiny." The girl looked the older man as picked her up and looked her in the the eye.
"That's true, but first you have to prove yourself before taking on the title of a legend. You want to be able to do that legend justice and that require's practice. Got it?" The little girl nodded solemnly. "So my little walking calculator what do you want to be known as?"
A smile split across her face as she pulled a card out of thin air and showed it her grandfather. The older man grinned and nodded. "Catastor? I guess will make a Cat out of you yet. Now come one little one we have much work to do before Catastor can make her debut."
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Annette watched at the other girl absorbed the memory, "Catastor, that is your name and I'm Annette." The twin of herself nodded.
"It seems we are the same person, yet we are different."
"One cannot exist without the other. Look at all these memories. There are too many for one person, one life time."
"Yet we've lived them all. Come on, lets finish sorting ourselves out. Someone is waiting for us."