A Pyro And A Psycho

Past Stories...

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling as Logan was sat up against the bed staring ahead.
"First I need to know I didn't grow up here," he turns to me.
"Here as in-"
"I'm not American, I was raised half of my life in Sweden," he seemed surprise but nods.
"So you're Swedish huh,"
"Yeah, my parents got married after my mom got her noble prize for a book she'd written, then came my sister," he hums.
"Clara Colton, her whole life resided on making our parents proud, she'd always study after training for hours, she said she wanted to be a Hero people would look up to" I chuckle.
"She was gonna be a jury back then, even when she was only ten she knew what she wanted," I say.
"You must've really looked up to her" I nod.
"She was my light and the kind of person I wanted to be," I halt.
"I don't know what happened, she was planning on passing her exam to be a Starter Assistant Junior in a Court, but then, she failed, I knew she was hurt but it mostly hurt our mother when she decided to end herself over it," I breath in.
"Failure isn't an option in this family, they say, that phrase got deep into her being, but even with that I still remember when she told me she would be gone by morning," I sniffed.
"I thought she meant it as a trip back then and its not until my brother started screaming that we discovered her lifeless body," Logan wraps his arms around me as I sniffed.
"Things changed after that, Father didn't want to see any of us die and Mom never smiled again, we moved to Louisiana a few weeks later for Father's work, there I had to learn to protect myself and fight, be ready to take a life when yours is on the line, my father said" I chuckle.
"Endurance was for me to be beaten to close death twice everyday, training was worst than the last, if I collapsed I'd get beaten, if I didn't follow orders, I'd be tortured, if I skipped or came in late I'd get my skin pealed, its never really showed since I could heal faster than anyone else," his head snapped to me eyes wide in realisation.
"Then, the scars on your back?" I stare into his eyes and smile sadly. He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck. He breaths in and I can feel his anger.
"How, how could he, how dare he do that, to his own daughter" he mumbles.
"Its okay," I sigh.
"No! Its," he breaths in.
"Just, continue" I hum.
"I had a schedule school in the morning training and endurance afterwards then private lessons, my brother had the same only our mother trained him since he'd inherited her thunder power, I was constantly with my Father since after my sister's death my mom wouldn't talk to me, even a good morning wasn't spoken, I truly thought she was hating me for not reacting, even though my brother kept saying it wasn't my fault I knew it was, then our of no where someday while passing the halls I heard a scream, NY brother's scream, it came from a room I didn't know of until I opened the door and was met with my mom trying to drown my brother, I was frozen in fear and shock then started trying to pry her hands from his but" I stopped. A tear rolled off my eye.
"Guess it was in vain, no one knew and I was too afraid to tell them, I knew though by the looks of each servant Butler and maid that they knew what and really happened, yet it was claimed he'd just fainted then drowned in the bathtub," I look down fiddling with Logan's hand.
"Mara, I'm sorry" I shake my head.
"Its okay, after that things got even tougher I was the last alive and things came at me, I was sent on deadly missions and my liberty was cut down in half, I was drowning probably even close to following there footsteps then" I inhaled.
"This is where it gets bloody?" He asked.
"No, this is where you start hating me" he frowns.
"Back then I wasn't allowed to have friends and the only thing I had to console myself was a small albino panther my sister had left for me, but then during a gala our family had been invited to, I met a few kids my age some tried to be my friend, back at that time it was all foreign so I was annoyed so I separated myself, I ended bumping into a girl with white hair and eyes as blue as mine, she had a cheerful attitude one that reminded me of my sister, for some reason we seemed to get along, it felt nice to talk with her"
"After the gala we found out our houses were next to the same forest so we met up to play games and all" I chuckled.
"I think I was retarded back then cause later I asked her why she didn't wear dresses like every girl," I giggled.
"She got made and told me she was a boy in fact, I was shocked since he had shoulder length hair and because his voice had a crack to it," I sigh.
"I was also shocked because usually boys are scared of me, mostly since I was the only one alive in my family and the rumours said I'd killed my siblings, some believed it others didn't,"
"That boy didn't, he ended being my best friend for years, its not till I entered third grade that I started having feels, I realised it on Valentine Day, I'd heard of ways to confess and like the child I was I made him a letter to explain, damn was I stupid, one of my classmates found it and started making fun of me, I felt humiliated, it felt all the worst when I saw the one I liked frozen in embarrassment," I halt.
"I snapped when I heard a tear, I looked over to the one holding the letter, they had teared it to pieces, I lost mg calm and head on attacked the girl who'd done it, I remember messing her up so bad, one of her teeth or two broke along with her arm and her eye held a scratch mark, her parents were too afraid of mine to sue us but I was sent into children discipline, all that reassured me was when I went to the forest a week later to find the same boy there, he said he'd been waiting for me," I inhale.
"That was the first time I heard someone say they loved me as in more than a friend, childhood love is weird, neither of us knew what was to come, once we made that one mistake to try and be adults and, that's when I lost my first kiss" I felt Logan's grip tighten. I knew it was hard to accept but I had to tell him.
"What I didn't expect was when I found a star shaped stain on my left cheek, I didn't know what to do, I hid it with makeup then went to the forest where I saw he had the same but on his right, none of us knew what it meant so we just left it and went on, a few months later my father found out and he was pissed, he yelled at me calling me slut and all saying I had dared to get myself tamed by a Frost, that was my friend's last name and I knew I'd messed up cause the next day my friend said he was going to move, I wish it had been that, cause later on the news it was said everyone in his family was killed, none spared, my Father seemed satisfied and for the first time I yelled at him and cried, it was rare for me to shed tears, but that day my world was shattered again," I take a few breaths while Logan brushes my hair softly.
"You wanna go on?" I nod.
"I then decided enough was enough, that night I killed them all, I won't forget my mom's look when I unleashed my shadows on her, she didn't even scream, she couldn't I'd made sure she didn't suffer" I mutter.
"That day I tasted freedom again, but when I ran off I was captured by Child Traffickers, they drugged me chained me and when I awoke I was on a boat somewhere," I look up at Logan.
"I did a total of a hundred fifty years through slavery being exchanged through all sorts of countries that's why I speak so many languages, then Azrael and Isaac found me, what I thought would be another exchange was in fact a liberation, they took me in as if I was there own, introduced me to the rest that's how I met Cassey, we were kids when we met since then on we swore to protect each other"
"But things got tough when other gangs heard about a white girl held in an all black gang, I was beginning to be a threat since I was not only a girl but one who's head was sold for 12.5 billion dollars, people went crazy and tried to take me, that's when Djen gave the idea to disguise me as a boy, I had my hair cut shorter than ever only a few spiky strands left while I had to wear a mask and a hoodie to cover up, as a repayment I asked to join the lead squad that usually took down other gangs, there was this one mission" I breath in.
"This one was, dangerous, we were trapped with a gang and the police, the officers you saw knew me from there, the woman's brother was there at that time, he was the one who shot Isaac, while Isaac was trying to evacuate actual victims, the police officer claimed he saw him threaten the people while it wasn't true, Isaac wanted to save the ones who weren't involved, he died of blood loss when the officers refused to call the ambulance, after that a trial was set, the same day I felt frustrated and angry, I was blinded by rage so I went to that officer's house and killed him, one life for another as they say" Logan doesn't respond.
"That's also when Aunt Gabriela took me away from Azrael, saying I needed a life of peace, while it was true I didn't want it, I had to change everything I learned with Azrael and Cassey, that's also when I dyed my hair black changed my name for safety issues and started over, I met Brandon in 6th grade along with Hash, we started being friends then slowly things changed, Brandon asked me out and I had to tell myself I needed to move on from my childhood crush, then I became a cheerleader my grades went up and all, but I wasn't happy" I stared at Logan.
"You make me happy, you make me want to live and see tomorrow rise again, you make me who I am Logan, and I'm thankful I met you," his face grows a pink shade at that.
"I-, Mara, fuck" he stutters. He bits his lip and leans over kissing me. His hand trails down my body this time I don't stop him from touching my back. He pulls away with a frown.
"Mara, what, did they do to you?" I look at him and chuckle. I knew what he wanted to know.
"Nothing I could get over with," I say.
"Mar, did any of them...I mean, touch you" I freeze. This was one of the memories of my enslavement I wanted to forget.
"Logan, I'm sorry" I look down. He sits up bringing me into his lap as I cry.
"I just can't get it out of my mind every time we're close to doing it, I remember what happened and I- my body just freezes" I sob.
"Its okay, this kind of stuff needs time, take all the time you have" he whispers. I wrap my arms around him.
"Thank you for listening," I mutter.