I was near my breaking point now, for hours the stag had fun hurting me then watching what she had done repair itself. I finally put two and two together and figured out that she is using one of her vectors to control me like she is my mom. Only, since I'm still alive she can't control what I say and do. She can only stop me from making any major movements including my vectors.
It's been a while since I was captured cause the sun was up in the sky. From what I can guess using the beams of light that seep through the cracks of this run down house it could be noon or really close to it. The stags mental health is questionable even more so then Hisoka's. I found out why she has so many bodies laying around. She was a cannibal, she ate those she killed for survival. She showed me her ice box where she kept the parts that she deemed good enough to eat. One thing was clear, she loved was the livers.
Next she showed me he previous owner of this house. He was nothing but bones and rotting flesh pinned up on he ceiling where I walked in. She explained that at first she waited for the souls of the ones she killed to appear so she could use them but they never came. This lead to a sick conclusion made by her and a moment of me tuning her out. 'Why was there only Diclonius and anyone who is tied to us souls roaming the earth? Could we just not see them? Did they instantly go to the final resting plane? I refuse to think that they didn't have souls. Then our bonded wouldn't either.' I pondered.
This stag was mentally fucked in the head even more so then Hisoka. Hisoka was messed up but the fact that he was a genius kind of make him less...........well less of whatever the fuck you would call her. Hisoka could also be called evil, I would call her a savage. The more she talked and flipped through emotions the more I began to peice it together.
"That's it, that's the grand tour of my home." She chirped looking around with a distant look in her eyes. The smile on her face dropped and into a more relaxed frown.
"Well, it could us some new furniture and some tender love and care that's for sure. Then again our home island could as well." I ment to say in a joking tone but it came out flat. She snorted and pushed us to the back room where I had woken up.
"Who cares about that damn island? It's nothing but a giant cemetery in the ocean now anyways." She grumbled swivling the chair I was in to face her as she sat in another.
"Well, I do care. I only seen it twice and frankly it isn't anything to get excited about but it's a secret place of our own. A place free of fear of judgment. That didn't stop me from flattening almost every building there." I shrugged keeping it calm. She was like a ticking time bomb, either she'll go insane with rage or get all smiley. If she went insane with rage she would break a bone of mine and beat me to the point that I will most likely pass out. If she got all smiley she'll try mentally fucking with me using my mom.
I honestly couldn't predict which was going to happen but I wanted to stall them as much as I could. Have someone make your own dead mother stand before you and say such belittling things is far worse then having your nose broken, lip split or getting another black eye. I have to refrain myself from crying or giving off any sort of response to her. It would only fuel her more to do it, though it ment sending her into another angry fit.
"That's good for you Liz, but it's not my secret place. It hasn't been for my kind in a very long long long time. The first of us still wonder these lands unable to find the final resting place. They weep over the lost of their status in the clan, the sisterhood it offered, the sense of belonging and their old friends. It's so sad to hear their tales. When I feel like just ending it all though, I hear there screams and I like it. Not because I like their misery but because......I feel like they care for me." She confessed.
"They do care for you, I've once heard the screams of our ancestors. I was about to just give up and let someone kill me." I said.
"Yeah........" She replied.
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Psychotic Protection (Hisoka X OC)
FanfictionHer name was Liz and she was classified as a monster despite both her and her parents never harming a fly, even when it ment in self defense. This coasts her mother her life then eventually her father leaving a scared 18 year old to wonder from city...