Heart of Stone
Well here is a piece of sisters fluff I have just begun working on.
I'm looking to get back into writing regularly and definitely looking to improve so comments are really appreciated and criticism more so.
I hope you enjoy it
Also may I just add deliberately 1000 posts on heresy
Introduction (Part1) : Untouchable
Her father always used to tell her… fuck it she had no father, but her mother used to say … just kidding… no mother either, in fact the only thing that had come close to touching her heart was a large piece of shrapnel, that broke one of her ribs and remained lodged 3 inches away from that vital organ for 13 hours and 32 minutes before the medic pulled it out, if that wasn’t intimacy she didn’t know what was.
At the age of 10, she was plucked from the maelstrom of her everyday life stealing… eating… stealing… running… eating… searching… sleeping, a cycle of mundane theft and elusion necessary for her survival.
They had chased her for miles pounding through the streets as she ducked and dived, disappearing for a second only to reappear a few feet behind, ever present, like whips cracking at the back of her heels, urging her onwards forcing her to sprint, heart pounding, lungs heaving, straining desperately upon the thickening air that she sucked in through her gaping mouth.
The two policemen cornered her upon the docks when her legs finally gave up, extracted her from her hurriedly constructed hiding place and when she refused to move or even acknowledge her existence they looked at each other, an agitated nervy look, as though she was something repellent yet their abhorrence of such a tiny child confused them, made them nervous even fearful.
Eventually they placed two firm hands under her arms and carried her away the loaf of bread and 3 apples she had stolen still clutched in her grimy hands.
Together, the men placed her in the back of a jeep and she sat still, motionless, biding her time like a bird of prey hanging over their heads, watching the looks of unease they cast. When they asked her why she did not cry she merely looked at them her eyes glaring and defiant through her young face and they quickly shied away. These men were new, quicker and eager, wolves with the scent of blood unlike the slow plodding lethargy of the police, yet they didn’t truly know what they were dealing with.
One of the men frisked her removing a small knife from her pocket and all the pins from her hair before they placed her in a warm room with her loaf of bread, gave her some juice, some crayons and a sheet of paper before quickly leaving and locking the door with a single glance back at this troublesome child. The girl did nothing, remaining straight backed and poised as she tores strips out of the bread with tiny sharp teeth, devouring it quickly with intermittent bursts of juice. As the she heard footsteps recede down the hall the first trace of a smile flickered across her face and she moved in one fluid motion she withdraw a small pin from the loaf of bread and moved to the window.
Quickly she worked the pin into the lock working fast and smooth and the lock gave under her nimble fingers like many locks had before. She folded the piece of paper as she cast the lock aside, bending it carefully into 8 squaresand used it to flick open the catch before she slid the window up leaving a gap big enough for her to crawl through. She smiled a gloating smile of triumph and moved to the table snatching a crayon and writing in large letters upon the wall
Thanks for the juice
Before sprinting to the window and carefully sliding her head through the bars, bending her back to twist her scrawny frame through the gap till she sat upon the window ledge.
As she prepared to jump, she halted gripping the window ledge for balance as something caught her eye, a tiny flash glinting on her peripheral vision and she wheeled round. In the bottom right corner a tiny red light flashed its little beam covering the window and she bolted upright in surprise, a camera. They had filmed her and she turned to look below her dangling feet. 3 feet away from her stood the two men that had pursued her, police insignia removed from their khaki slacks standing either side of a woman.
The woman was beautiful, golden hair cascading down around her shoulder shrouding the haunting light that seemed to emanate from her face like a pure white mist. She stood tall and proud, as tall as the guardsman beside her and they shrunk into insignificance as the girl took in her armour gleaming ebony in the sunlight. The woman called out raising two gloved hands bearing a white rose upon the black cloth and her voice was musical, pure as crystal bearing its commands with a coaxing undertone of velvet warmth.
“Come down child. My name is Selene and I wish to talk to you”
The child came warily moving sidewise like a shy horse, on edge eyes wide and staring, ready to bolt. Selene took her hand, and the girl felt her flinch slightly as their fingers intertwined yet her eyes locked onto the girls and she stared hungrily within them. The child looked deep into the celestial spheres, a deep turquoise sea of pensive interest that flickered at the very edges of her soul, searching endlessly for something she did not know.
“Is she pure, my lady?”growled the soldier on her right and the girl noticed his hand was uneasily resting upon his pistol butt.
“She is far from innocent Regan but yes she still bares the purity of a babe."
“She feels repulsive, her company is painful. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was tainted by the dark powers”
“Your head is just a hat rack isn’t it Regalus?” The soldier flushed whilst his companion snorted yet his grin faded away as the piercing eyes fixed upon him and Selene’s voice sharpened becoming as piercing as a knife and twice as deadly
“Alsan, perhaps you can do better.”
The man swallowed his adams apple bobbing frantically as the cogs in his mind twisted frantically, then he relaxed and his back straightened
“Untouchable my Lady.”
“She has evidentially been shunned all her life and I felt anxiety around her.
Also though our repulsion could be taint based considering her police record involves petty theft and nothing more I choose to assume the prior option.”
“Very good Avery and how would we verify your hypothesis?”
Regan opened his mouth but the Lady raised a finger in warning and he closed it looking bitterly down at his feet.
“Place her in contact with a psyker my lady, our astropath for example.”
The woman nodded straightening and the child followed her stumbling over the rocky ground as she was dragged by the hand towards the jeep, and though she tried to pull away from the woman her fingers were caught in a relentless vice that strengthened as she struggled. Without a word she was bundled into the backseat next to the power armored woman and she stared around in confusion pawing frantically at the door handle, throwing her weight against the door yet it wouldn’t budge and the girls eyes widened as she panicked.
She began to punch at the windows her tiny fists rebounding easily off the glass yet still she pummeled working herself into a frenzy. She smashed the glass yet Selene never moved, never even glanced at her until the child sank back in her seat, knuckles blooming purple and blue with fresh bruises and her tiny chest heaving. Then the woman turned and opened her mouth to speak yet with a final burst of energy the child sprang forward hands balled and threw a straight punch towards her open mouth.
The sister moved easily leaning backwards so that the girls blow struck her power armour and the girl recoiled crying out a wordless moan of agony as her knuckles broke upon its surface and she curled her body to cradle her broken right hand as tears flooded her eyes, spilling over till the cascade down her pale cheeks in salty streams onto the leather below, where it mingled with the blood streaming from the shattered skin of her hand.
Gently Selene moved towards the girl concern upon her face yet she was stunned as a backhanded blow caught her straight across the face and Regalus roared in anger lunging for the girl and knocking a startled Alsan’s arms causing him to veer violently off the road as the girl curled once more eyes widening in terror as Regalus’s fist flew towards her cheek.
Yet the blow never landed as the sister moved between them her hand encasing the soldier’s in an iron grip and she pushed backwards throwing him back into his seat as the jeep clattered to a halt leaving its four occupants chests heaving, the silence only broken by the sound of their ragged breathing. Selene was the first to recover, her hair strewn around her face like a lions mane and a red wield was growing upon her cheek. Her voice was a rumble of thunder as she rounded upon the guardsman and whispered in a deadly tone
“Alsan get us going again, Regalus if you ever throw a punch at one of my girls again I will personally see to it that your days as an inquisitorial trooper are numbered and your reputation as a hotshot is crushed into the dust along with those tiny things you call testicles. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sister” muttered Regalus
“I can’t hear you, you pathetic whoreson”
“Yes sister” he roared flecks of spit hitting the windshield though his eyes were stone and his face was white with indignant humiliation.
She rounded upon the little girl who immediately closed her body rolling into a ball eyes wide in fear as she stared at the sisters face, fury etched in every line, the haunting beauty evaporating in waves of feral anger.
The terror in her eyes softened the sister’s anger and she reached for the girls hand snatching the medi kit Avery passed her from under his seat. Gently she straightened the fingers gently and though the girl winced she did not speak and her eyes were hard and cold once more as she added poultices to the bloody wounds and wound a bandage round the shattered bone. The same hungry curiosity burned in the sisters eyes and she pondered aloud
“What’s your name child?”
The girl shrugged yet her lips remained clamped shut
“You dont have a name or you don’t remember?”
The girl shrugged and made a small scribbling motion in mid air which caused the sisters eyes to widen in confusion as the girl continued to scribble, imploring the sister to understand. Avery glanced up in his rear view mirror and flipped a pen from his pocket, passing it over his shoulder to the little girl who nodded frantically snatching the paper they had left in the room from her pocket.
Sally Grost she wrote in a scruffy if legible script. Regan looked over his shoulder and muttered his face full of jeering spite
“Whats the matter with her, doesn’t she have a tongue in her head?”
The girl nodded and the sister looked in surprise as Alsan blanched.
“Open her mouth” he whispered his face whitening and teeth set as his eyes fixed upon the road.
The sister gently reached forward and prized apart the girls jaw to find two rows of sharp white teeth and a long deep blackened scar.
Selene felt the paper being pressed into her hand and she read the words the girl had carefully constructed in blood red ink.
If you have no tongue, no one can hear you scream
kudos to lillian thorne for the awesome sig
Last edited by deathbringer; 12-14-09 at 06:12 PM.