Nevermore? What's a nevermore?

First introduction

Nevermore? What's a Nevermore.

Everyone has a dark side, everyone is capable of evil, though very few choose to embrace it, most people simply choose to push it away, hide it under false pretences.

Alchemy was not one of these people.

Why should she? The world has not been kind to her, so why should she be kind to the world.

The world only gave pain and disparity.

She should know.

Alchemy's life had been nothing but pain and disappointment from the moment she was pushed from her mother's womb.

Alchemy memories of her biological parents were Vague at best, but she vaguely remember's pain.

A few years back alchemy had been able to snatch her file from a particularly careless case manger.

Her life before she was put into the system was limited but according to initial reports from when she first entered the orphanage, she was suffering from sever malnourishment and had several broken ribs and had several lacerations on her head that had required her to go to hospital.

She was only 4 but already fate had decided to be cruel, her life didn't really improve much during the next 11 years. The nuns that ran the orphanage were nasty and deeply superstitious.

They would call Her Asmodeus, after one of the 7 demons of hell. The unnatural one.

Her skin was to pale, her hair too white, her eyes too light, her lips too red.

She looked inhuman.

Lovely people for a child to be around.

Life in the orphanage didn't get any easier for Alchemy, she was the last one to eat, the last one to drink, the last one to bathe, the last time to really do anything.

When she was 7 Alchemy thought that fate was finally giving her a break, her social worker was able to find her a family that was looking to foster.

The Marchels

For 5 months everything seems to be going great for her, she had two parents along with two older brothers, they lived in a nice house.

Until one late September evening.

While trying to get to sleep the door to her bedroom had opened, someone had pulled back the covers of her blanket and climbed in next to her.

It was the Marchels eldest son.

If Alchemy had any innocence left in her, that even finally took away the last of it.

The next day Alchemy had gone to the Marchels to tell them what had happened but they hadn't believed her, and had promptly called her social worker saying that they did not want a liar in their house.

Alchemy learned something very important that day, the only person you can rely on is yourself.

That would be the first and only foster family she would have, apparently folk weren't interested in a child that lies.

The next few years Alchemy stayed at the orphanage, but in everyone's mind she was a lost cause, their attempt and focus turned to the so called normal children, Alchemy used this to her advantage.

Evening's and weekends dedicated to learning how to defend herself.

Learning how to find her opponents weakness and use it to her advantage.

Leaning how to wield a knife.

Learning how to fire a gun.

Training her body and mind to endure pain.