Fairies or Foes

Chapter 6

Warning: This chapter has mentions of rape. And violence.

Liselle Douleur had had a rough life. And it wasn't done yet. First her father rapes her, then her mom abandons her, then she runs into a gang, they kidnap her, and now she's a prostitute. The world just hated her, didn't it. Liselle was trying so hard to be strong. Every time she was hired, she had to hide her shaking, her fear. But she couldn't do anything about it. It was all she had now. No one wanted her, and so she sold herself.

She had to hide how she saw her father every time a man got too close. She had to hide her sadness, her hatred for herself, for everyone. She had to pull through, be strong. She had no one now, only herself. Every time she had a client with green eyes, she remembered her father's own cold, sickening swamp green orbs.

The boss of the operation watched Liselle carefully over the year she had already spent there. With a slow grin blooming on his face, he had named her his spy, and taught her mind control magic. Liselle couldn't really care less. She had long since gotten used to detaching herself from her emotions. Her job didn't even bother her anymore. Nothing bothered her anymore. She was a shell. A shell that could control people like puppets with a wave of her hand.

It was a sunny day when Liselle snapped. No human could survive like that for long. One of her clients had a taste for roughing up his women before he had his way with them. Liselle tried to bear it (it was her job, after all), but eventually she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want to. And what was stopping her. She had power, she knew that much. So why shouldn't she use it? Grinning, she froze him in place, a look of horror plastered to his face.

She giggled, an elated grin on her face. Keeping his body frozen, she released his conscience, so he could feel exactly what she was going to do to him. He had his fun, now it was her turn. Slowly, she picked up a screw driver from the floor of the dirty room, the same one he had used on her minutes before. She grinned wickedly, and began her revenge.

Four hours later, the screams Liselle had eventually allowed had subsided. She felt very satisfied with herself, but strangely very, empty. There was no hate, no fear, no sense of satisfaction like there was before. Just emptiness. She left the room, covered in blood. Her blonde hair was matted with bits of flesh. Perhaps she got too carried away, she thought to herself. There was a mirror in the hallway. Her blue eyes were cold, her lips tilted up in a smirk. She was the picture of insanity. But that wouldn't matter when they found the body. Weather she looked insane or not wouldn't matter to the courts, not that she would ever appear in one.

Her boss stomped in front of her and slapped her. She allowed him. She stumbled back a step, her cheek stinging. Liselle absentmindedly wondered what his name was. Everyone just called him boss.

Her lips curled up in a smirk before she laughed. When she turned to look at the boss, his face frozen in horror.

"I've created a monster," he whispered. Liselle didn't feel hurt. In fact, she felt comforted. She liked her new status. Monster? Gladly! She charged at him, and dug her nails into his neck. Her eyes were wide and she was laughing again.

People were screaming, begging for her to let him go, while the boss could only watched her with his fearful green eyes - oh, she hated that color, those eyes! - until his eyes rolled up in the back of his head. And Liselle Douleur wasn't satisfied. Still empty. She wanted fulfillment. She didn't know how to get it.

She turned around and ran. Ran out of the brothel, out of the town, out of anywhere anybody might be. Finally, she couldn't run anymore, and stopped at a small river. She dropped to the ground, huffing and puffing. Suddenly, she heard noise behind her. Whipping around, she threw a beam of psychic energy in the general direction of the noise, only to see it stopped by its collision with what appeared to be a playing card.

When she turned around, she faced four people. Liselle didn't know them. One looked slightly scared of her. Was that a boy in girl clothes? He was younger than her, she could tell, but the strange way he dyed blue into his jet black hair, and his cold golden eyes made him seem much older. Next to him was a taller girl, who she would have taken for a boy had it not been for her previous circumstances.

Liselle felt anger surge through her as she looked at the third one. Dark brown hair framed the girl's green eyes. Green! The same shade as the boss, as her father! Unacceptable! The girl tilted her head at Liselle's snarl. The last one stepped in front of the girl protectively as she glared at her. He was small, tan skin, auburn hair, and dark brown eyes mixed with a startling scarlet. Judging from the cards he still had in his hand, he was the one that stopped her attack.

Looking them over a second time, she noticed a guild mark on all of their bodies. A crescent moon with a spiderweb in it. They were all from a dark guild, and the infamous Moonlight Insomniacs.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" She speaks, and oh god, it's been so long since she last spoke freely. "Mages, and from the notorious Insomniacs, no less." she said, stating her thoughts as she had longed to do for ages.

The boy in a dress was the one who spoke. "We're inviting you to our guild. We've seen your skills, and we're impressed."

"Jax, that's not a good idea anymore," the tall girl with white hair frowned. "She glared at Sara. Let's just kill her and be on our way. This was a waste of time."

Suddenly the little girl piped up from behind the foreigner. "I'm sure it's nothing! Everyone glares at me!" She smiled happily. "C'mon. What's your name?" She asked Liselle. "Mine's Sara, she's Alice, the boy with black hair is Jax, and this one is Veribex," she introduced them all in turn, pointing at them.

Liselle only watched the one introduced to her as Veribex. "Liselle Douleur," she answered. "I've no interest in joining you. After all, what's in it for me?" She crossed her arms.

It felt so good to say that. To have something done for her. To be selfish and bitchy.

Veribex was the one that stepped forward, approaching her. Liselle blinked and watched him as he did so. When he reached her, he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"You'll get out of here. You deserve better than this place. You deserve a safe place, with a family. That's what a guild is," he said. Liselle noted that his companions looked slightly shocked at his words.

"Why do you care?!" She snapped, pushing him away. "Why do any of you want me anyway?! I'm a killer! You just watched me kill someone! I'm covered in blood!" She laughed bitterly. "I'm a disgusting person."

Veribex shook his head. "No, you're beautiful," he said simply. He then smiled slightly. "You know who the Moonlight Insomniacs are. We welcome killers with open arms. You seem to have forgotten we're a dark guild."

Liselle froze. "I'm - what?" She couldn't speak. There was something blooming in her chest and - oh god, what was it? It wasn't lust, she knew lust. She was comfortable with lust. She had to get away from him, fast. What was this?!

"So, will you join us?" Sara asked again. Liselle looked at her, dumbstruck. Her eyes - they weren't a color she disliked anymore. They were bright, like green grass on a summer day. Liselle felt drawn to her.

So she nodded.

AN: Oops. It's short. But we like it. So we're keeping it. Also the story is now M because of Liselle. Ps, Arts is sorry this is so late. We've had this done, it's just I forgot to upload it! I'm sorry!