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| Kayko Sagouro |
Midnight at Sunrise: Chapter 1[This is my first time writing something in first person, so if I made any POV errors, please point them out to me so I can fix them!For clarification: After the intro, the story will be told as if she were currently that age. ==== is a jump to a new age, ---- is a minor time jump, over a period of hours, days, etc. Her Uncle Sean had tried and nearly succeeded in killing both her and her mother when she was four. Okay, so depending on what you guys think, I may or may not continue this. If I do continue it, I may plan on writing and entire...Novel-type thing here. Please understand that if I do continue, for the sake of keeping things clean, I will delete any comments before I post the next part. Also, if it would help you get an idea of her family, I can post some links to what they look like. For the full affect, read the last part while listening to this! =D http://youtube.com/watch?v=GI9E8IbUA-o ] ==== One hundred, twenty-six years. A lifetime and a quarter to most, and yet Father says that I'm still so young; that, eventually and with a little good luck, I'll live to see the end of it all. It would seem, however, that instead of forgetting, as most humans do, the longer I live the more apparent my past becomes to me. I would never have given it a thought not twenty years ago, and now, it's constantly at the back of my mind, eating my sanity alive. K.C. told me that when he first met me, I would have nightmares about it nearly every night, but in the morning, I would never remember. I'm not sure who's doing that was. My father's? My Soul Warrior, Iscariot? Or maybe it was the will of Life Itself that I not remember, not know. I guess in the long run, it doesn't matter. What happened, happened, and no matter how gruesome, how scarring, I would have liked to know and understand much sooner than I did. To tell the truth, I only was allowed remembrance just a few years ago. I feel like a child, one that just got shipped of to some private school, so far and detached from everything I once knew and loved. It's horrid to feel so terrified, so -hollow-. No. Just a few years ago, I found out what really happened, how I really came to be living on the streets for the first, most fragile years of my life. And I will have my revenge. ==== It was cold outside, but still warm enough to play outside with Mommy and Daddy after breakfast. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and still stretching, managed to get myself dressed today! Daddy would be so proud of me! I giggled. Through my five year old eyes, life was perfect. I ran to the door, but before I could open it, Daddy came in. "Well, look at you! Already dressed and everything! What's the special occasion?" His red eyes twinkled with happiness and pride, just like always. I giggled and grabbed hold of his hand, pulling him out the door. I looked up and up, and smiled at his eyes. "Nothing, Daddy! You know that! I just woke up early today." He smiled his calm, soft smile, swung me up into his arms, and brought me downstairs, where Mommy was waiting with breakfast. "About time you two rascals got down here. Any longer, and I'd have eaten it all!" Daddy chuckled and played along. "She's right, you know." He set me down and gave me a stern look, though his eyes still shone with mirth. "You've been taking much too long getting ready in the morning. From now on, you'll be getting up when I do, rising with the sun." I simply giggled and grabbed a piece of toast. He ruffled my hair with his large hand, and spoke to my mother. "No. She most certainly takes after you. No one on my side has that sort of...Not caring." He chuckled again and sat down. ---- After breakfast, Daddy showed us a stream that he had found near the house earlier in the week. It wasn't very deep, but almost twice as wide as Daddy was tall. And the water was crystal clear. You could see everything in it! The best part was that it was within view of the house, in a large meadow, so I could come here by myself if I wanted to. The sky was a bright, clear blue, with little white clouds dotting it in the distance. The cool morning was starting to warm, grasshoppers had already begun to sing. A cool breeze blew across the tall grass, making it shine in waves. "Like a field of emeralds," is what Mommy had said. And she was right. When Daddy had lifted me onto his shoulders to see, that was exactly what it had looked like. I spent most of the morning chasing fish around the stream while Mommy and Daddy sat at the banks, laughing and enjoying the day. All of the sudden, the wind blew, but harder and much colder than it had in a long time. I shivered and looked at my parents. Mommy was holding Daddy's hand, and his smile was gone, replaced by a deep and sorrowful frown. He shook off my mother and stood. After pleading with him for a few minutes, he finally turned to her and whispered something in her ear. He looked at me and motioned for me to come back to them. I dropped everything and ran as fast as the water would allow. I looked into each of their faces, searching for some sign that it was just a storm or something little like that, but all I found in their usually bright and joyful eyes was a solemn, scared look that I had only seen once before; when my Uncle Sean came to visit. My father kneeled down and took my small hand in his, completely encompassing it. "Suss'ri," It was a name in his language meaning sunrise. "I need you to go with your mother. You are to go to the house, gather up only the things most important to you, quickly and without complaining. Then go with her. Where ever she goes, you go. Be good, don't complain if things are hard for a while. They most likely will be. I don't expect you to understand any of this for quite a while yet, but please." He squeezed my hand and tears came to both of our eyes. "-You must go.-" He hugged me tightly to him for a few brief seconds, then stood and turned, leaving me to be whisked away by my mother. ---- Back at the house, we both stayed quiet. Mommy watched me get my things, then brought me to their room to gather her's. All I had gotten was a change of clothes, a small amount of money I had collected and saved, and a picture of the three of us, all together and all happy. Without thinking, I reached up to touch the thin silver chain Daddy had given me for my fifth birthday. For some reason, I hadn't wanted to take it off, and now that seemed to make sense. Or at least, it had been a good idea. I sat quietly and watched Mommy gather her things. They were nearly the same as mine, just a change of clothes, money, and something that reminded her of Daddy. When we were both done, we ran out the front door, down the steps, away from the house, from happiness, love...away from everything. Suddenly, mommy slowed down and stopped. She was looking in the direction we had left Daddy. A soft whimper escaped her limps, and she fell down to me. Taking my face in her hands, she nearly sobbed out what she wanted me to do, to know. "Kayko, my precious girl, run. Leave me here. If we both go, we'll both get caught. You have to go on your own!" She kissed my forehead and pulled out her wallet. "Take this money and find a way to your Uncle Josh. He can help you. Go, no, baby girl. Run!" The last word was filled with a sob, and when I looked up, behind her, I saw why. Some one was coming towards us. At first, I thought he was just a man, but common sense told me that he couldn't be. Otherwise, Mommy and Daddy wouldn't be so afraid. She looked over her shoulder and pushed me away from her. "RUN!" I chanced one more look at the man behind her, and knew immediately I shouldn't have. In the blink of an eye, he appeared directly behind her, a wicked smirk on his gnarled features. Slowly, he reached down to my mother's back, no, -into- her back, all the while keeping his eyes locked on me. How could such clear blue eyes be so wicked? I tried to take a step back, to run like Mommy had told me to, but I stumbled and tripped out of fear. I couldn't move, couldn't get up. It was like he was staring into my soul, locking my body from me. His grin widened into a full mad smile. Finally he looked down to my mother screaming in pain. I dared myself to look, to see what he was doing to her. Another bad choice. I felt my stomach turn as I watched him pulling on her wings, ripping them off. A sickening crack like lightening split the air, quickly followed by another. Mommy screamed again, this time louder, more desperate. The bones had finally broken. The cruel man began to rip apart the skin, the muscle in her back, and all I could do in my frozen state was watch as the blood flowed like a spring from the deep, mortal wounds. I watched it stain the grass at his feet, turning the rich earth into a cursed, muddy sludge. Tears streamed down my face. I would give anything to be able to run, or at least look away, but my eyes were riveted to the crimson puddles. I finally became aware that Mommy's screaming was growing more distant. No, not distant, quieter. My throat closed at what the growing silence meant. I would have burst into tears had the evil man not spoken. "This is the punishment for her crimes. I just don't get why you're so upset, though. Didn't you know this was coming?" I shook my head. The tears burned my eyes, blurring everything. I couldn't think straight. Why would I know this would ever happen? How could anyone ever expect this?! He smiled his deranged smile again. "Don't you know what you are?" Again, I shook my head. What did he mean? I was just a normal girl wasn't I? He laughed. A guttural and sickening sound. He was getting way too much enjoyment out of my pain. "You're a freak, girl! Didn't they ever tell you that? You're an abomination, a fucking MONSTER." He laughed and smiled wider. "Freaks like you don't deserve to live." He took a step forward. "You're next, girl." At that moment, something inside of me snapped. I could feel again, move again, speak again. I jumped up and began to run, but I wasn't nearly fast enough. He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved me face first into the ground. He giggled. "This is almost too easy. Shame I killed you're dear old dad so fast. He'd really like to see this!" Bile rose in the back of my throat. Daddy?! He's dead, too?! I struggled with all the strength I could muster, but it was pointless, the beast-man, the real monster, was much too strong. He held me still, and I heard the tell-tale ring of a knife being unsheathed. I felt it slid across my back; he was marking where he was going to cut. Suddenly the blade slammed into the top of my back, were my own wings were beginning to form. White-hot pain ripped through me, taking the air from my lungs. My vision dimmed as he ran the knife down the length of my back, to the root of my tail. I couldn't move, couldn't fight, I couldn't even scream. The blade left the wound and moved the other shoulder. Again, the white-hot pain seared me. My vision dimmed further, and silent sobs wracked my entire body. He set the torture device down, and began to spread the wound, groping around for the root of my wings, the root of my life. Out of nowhere, something slammed into him, causing to yelp in surprise and pain. My vision had failed me, but I could still hear the sound of tearing flesh and ragged breathing. My heart lept at the scent that reached me. I opened my mouth and managed a weak whisper. "D-Daddy...." His gentle hands lifted me from the dirt and blood, cradling me in his arms. How I longed to stay there in his arms, safe from everything! Fear griped me again. The ragged breathing had been his! He was so badly wounded, I could tell by the amount of his blood-scent in the air. I tried to call out to him, to tell him he shouldn't fight, that he'd die. But that couldn't happen, he had to fight, had to -win-. Slowly he set me down on the steps of the front porch and walked away to fight. I breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion. He had left to fight the Man-Monster. "And win..." I told myself, just as I drifted off into darkness; sweet, painless, dreamless darkness. |
| Kayko Sagouro |
Midnight at Sunrise: Chapter 2, Part 1It had been two years since the murder of my mother, and I now found myself living amongst a mysterious and peace-loving race of mages. Thanks to them, the wounds on my back had now almost fully healed, and my strength was beginning to return. They had also blessed me with dreamless sleep; something they said that I would never have had without their magick. My life now was simple and care-free; I spent my days in the large gardens in the center of the village, or exploring the surrounding woods with my caretaker, the middle aged village doctor Hiroshi. He had been the one to find me in the woods and the one to take care of me in my comatose state, so, because of that, he had always taken a special interest in my health and safety. I suppose he felt that I was his adoptive daughter of sorts, and wanted me to stay there for the rest of my life, but even at my young age, I knew I couldn't. Something was pulling me from the village. Each time I left to search the woods, I would go further and further from home, all the time following that driving force. Finally, I decided to tell Hiroshi. After all, he did deserve to know. How could I ever leave without telling him? It would be cruel to do so.He looked at me with a deep sadness in his glowing yellow eyes, but tried his best to not show it in his voice. "I don't know what to tell you, Kayko." He sighed and gazed out the window behind me. "Maybe your parents were travelers, or maybe..." He paused as if something had just dawned on him. "Maybe you're afraid that if you stay, He'll find you again." His eyes met mine, but I could tell that they didn't really see me.“At least let me come with you. I can, under no circumstances, let an injured seven year old girl go wandering about by herself.” I smiled. It was just a lie that he had to tell himself. I had made it to the forest, hadn’t I? And with such bad injuries, none the less. I could take care of myself, even at such a young age, and he knew it. He just didn’t want to see me go. I didn’t blame him; I didn’t much want to go, but there was no way I could stay. I shook my head. “They need you more that I do.” His face fell, but he didn’t argue. “When are you going to leave?” “I don’t know,” I lied. I was planning on leaving tonight, as soon as the moon was high enough to see by. Once again, his eyes seemed to look straight through me, and I began to wonder if perhaps he knew I was lying, but thankfully, he accepted my answer. “Just promise me that you’ll come tell me if-,” He corrected himself, “when…you figure it out.” ---- Finally, nightfall came. It seemed to have taken longer than usual, but things always did when you were waiting for them. I grabbed my cloak and pack and slipped out the door. When I reached the edge of the village, I resisted the urge to look back. It would only make it that much harder to leave. So, without a backward glance, I left off into the forest. I didn’t know where these callings would take me or who I would meet on the way; all I could do was pray that I got there in one piece. |