Beheading Beatrice

Chapter one

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"They are not men, they are boys. Helpless baboons hiding within the armor of their greed." came a harsh, raspy whisper, a large shadow trailing across the bloody brick walls, cobwebs painting the morbid scene with wisps of silver. Click-clack click-clack. A faceless woman paced across the floor, her sharp jaw turned in disgust. Her thick ebony ringlets bounced with every click, her dagger sharp black heels snapping against the muddy cobblestone, her low voice echoing across the rancid chamber. Her long, delicate fingers were bony, her nails white and long like sharks teeth, her touch cold and angry as she grabbed the captive girls chin, hoisting her face upward so the two's eyes were met. "How could you, the highest ranking captain in my fleet, ever even dare cross over?" she snarled, feline-like teeth gnashed, bared almost as though she was going to rip the petite girls head off of her shoulders. She did not answer, much to the temperamental woman's displeasure. Annoyance was in her charcoal black eyes as she leaned down, her nails digging into the girl's tanned chin, drawing blood from tiny welts. The bony woman's free hand grabbed a chunk of her honey-gold hair, yanking her head backward, her thin black lips curled into a cruel smirk as the nameless girls head slammed into the steel seat she was tied up in. "Little girl, don't you realize that men are ruthless vile creatures, drooling over women like disgusting skirt chasers, greedy and incompetent. They are sexist pigs without any morals." She murmured, staining her white nails crimson red. The captain furrowed her thick golden brows, looking into the dictator's eyes without flinching.

"The only sexist pig here is you Vidalia, going off of stereotypes and tropes. You don't even know them! You're better than this Vedalia.." The honey haired woman whispered, hope in her captivating green eyes. Vedalia stiffened, her grip on the captain's chin loosening. The porcelain skinned woman was taken by surprise, nobody has ever been so bold and brash towards her before. Nobody but her sister of course.

"How dare you talk back to me like that you cretin? I should just end you right here you spoiled brat! All you were was a disappointment from the start, and now you go off and betray me like this? Your own sister? What the hell motivated you to go against me? I made you the top captain! I raised you from the dirt! If I weren't your sister, I would say I was your damn mother!" Vedalia retorted, her bony chest heaving as a large blue vein in her neck twitched, her black eyes narrowed to crescent moons as she yanked her nails out from her chin, flicking off her sister's blood.

"The only reason you raised me was because you killed dad! Men are not the animals, you are!" The captain roared, struggling against her restraints, her knuckles so tightly clasped into fists that they paled a snowy white.

"I killed him for you Clementine! You deserve better than a stumbling drunkard!" Vedalia shrieked in response, her throat growing hoarse. She knew that she had killed Kovu for a reason, it was always for Clementine. Everything she did, every move she made, was for Clementine. Yet the young, idiotic twit never seemed to notice how much she truly cared for her. 

"Oh and I deserve you?" she growled, her nose wrinkling up in defiance. She hated her sister for what she had done to the beautiful peaceful world she had known when she was a child. It took her sister just ten years, that was all, and she had corrupted the earth she had loved. Her sister was evil, manipulative, and everything she never thought Vedalia would turn out to be. She was a sweet girl, with a lisp and anger issues. Until she started to hate men and made them her slaves. She started out small scale, with just twenty soldiers. But then, she brainwashed hundreds, then thousands, and became an unstoppable mass of war. She bathed the once green grass in a disgusting red, tortured and abused men, gutting them savagely. She turned the human race into animalistic wolves inside a humans suit. Clementine couldn't stand to see what her beloved sister had become. 

"You're a monster." The words tasted bitter, like lemon juice on her tongue. That's how she knew she meant it. Vedalia was a monster, the child eating witch in Hansel and Gretel. She didn't understand why her sister couldn't forgive their father. But she knew why she couldn't work it out with him. That's because he was buried six feet beneath the ground, his rotting corpse never to see the light of day again. And that's exactly how Vedalia liked it. She made sure that their father never could drink another drop of alcohol again. But Clementine couldn't see why Vedalia had to make all men suffer. Clementine knew deep down that humanity wasn't all that bad, even if some people are terrible lurking trolls. Like those who abused, raped, killed and hurt. But that did not mean everyone was that way. She knew her sister was being extreme and throwing things out of proportion, but she couldn't see any way to stop it. 

"Oh, I'm the monster huh? Men are the monsters! They hurt us, Clementine, don't you see? Men are what you should avoid, not me!" Vedalia's voice cracked as her black eyes burned, moisture causing her vision to blur. 

"They didn't hurt us Vedalia, Kovu did! He doesn't make up for every man!" Clementine retorted, still thrashing like a child that did not want to take a bath, flailing and struggling to get out of her restraints, causing the ropes to tighten and burn her wrists. 

Vedalia stiffened, then turned, her back to her sister as she began to walk away, her heels clacking against the revolting cobblestone. She hesitantly opened the large steel door, her hands shaking slightly, her voice cracking. "Guards, take her to the dungeon with the rest of those filthy pigs!" She screamed, slamming her heel against the cobblestone, breaking it off with a snap. Two armed women, both with cold black eyes and expressionless face's, grabbed the golden-haired girl, untying her restraints and lifting her out of the chair without even a flinch of effort. Hard muscles rippled beneath their armor, the chain links clasped and clinking as they dragged the struggling girl away, her older sister wiping at her puffy eyes. "I shall not be disrespected anymore, keep her there until she starves to death!" The ebony haired woman ordered, the gruff guards nodding. "Yes your majesty." they murmured together, both voices deep and monotonous. 

Vedalia watched as her childhood friend and sister was dragged away, kicking and screaming.