Post by Amara on Mar 19, 2016 13:24:51 GMT -5
The Roi family had fallen to nothing but legends. When Rowan had disappeared and her father had followed, it left the rest of the family completely vulnerable to attack. Family. If that was even what the Roi family could consider themselves. The Roi family fed off power, and who was the more dominant blood line, who was the most powerful...And while Amara didn't fall into the each bloodline, her mother still insisted on reassuring her she was still a Roi. Amara didn't care for her family, at least not the way the others did. Being born with a glitched strand of the Leach blood line, made Amara nothing like her power thirsty family. Not long after Rowan and her father disappeared from the housing, the hunters came and raided the Roi home. Destroying and eliminating all that approached the hunters as a threat. Hiding in a underground tunnel, Amara could only watched from a small peak hole as the hunters tore her family apart...Yet. While watching this horror unfold, Amara felt something come over over. This something wasn't terror nor anger...No, much rather it was a feeling of peace..Freedom. A small smile trembled upon her lips as she watched the last of her family get decapitated and then set on fire to finish the job.
After watching the brutal murder of her family, it didn't take long for Amara to surrender to the Hunters and swear her allegiance. Originally, the hunters attempted killing her with a firing party. Over a hundred bullets were blown in Amara's body. And while she spit up blood, and bullet's, her eyes never looked away from the blonde woman who was in charge of this hunting group. Their glances never disturbed as Amara refused to die. The woman, who went by the name Tarah, was amazed by the young girls pain tolerance. But she knew she wouldn't ignore the fact that Amara was a super natural. Pleading a case to keep the girl, the Hunters agreed as long as she under went experiments prior. For several months Amara was put through at least four different types of torture daily. Anything from testing her bodies regeneration speed, her manipulation of fire, and even her pain tolerance. All of this is where they got her name...The Phoenix.
The endless training had been completed the day that the Hunters establishment has been invaded by other super naturals. They called these intruders "Immortals." The thought of others declaring themselves as Immortals amused Amara, but it also made her curious on who these individuals were. There were several super natural children used to defend the establishment...But Amara was pulled back when the invasion started for reasons she didn't under. Peaking around one of the corners, Amara kept careful focus on these unusually strong individuals. They were all different, nothing alike..Yet their abilities found a way to blend into a harmonic melody. This was where Rowan had gone..Rowan. The last of her family...The last of the scars she barred... Did Rowan have to die too for Amara to be free? This couldn't be the case, Rowan was one of the few of the Roi family to treat her equal despite her obvious differences. There were so many questions Amara needed to know, but she couldn't till she tasted freedom again.
After the invasion had come to a close, with many casualties, and a young supernaturals body missing...Amara knew this was her chance to confront her hunter mother. She had been cooking, the scent filled the entire establishment. But Amara knew this woman didn't cook to make others feel comfortable...She only cooked when she was trying to cover up the scent of decomposing bodies. Waling up to one of the counters, Amara took one of the knives and began peeling a potato. It took a lot of work to cook for such a large establishment, so Amara didn't mind helping on occasion. But as Tarah watched her...Amara felt her blood fall still. Tarahs voice hit her right between the eyes.. "One of our absorbers was murdered today. A child. We will be forced to kill them all." As Tarah spoke, Amara kept her eyes focused down on the potato she had been peeling. There was a certain amount of composure that had to be kept when dealing with Tarah. A certain amount of secrecy that had to be buried deep down under the skin. Pressing her lips tightly together for a moment, Amara used her to tongue to barely brush against her own bottom lip before speaking. "And if that makes us seem like the bad guys?" Amara had a feeling she knew the answer to this question, but it was something she had to hear for herself...Something to confirm everything she already knew. Looking up at Tarah, Amara patiently waited for the woman to respond. Tarah put what she had been working on down, and looked over towards Amara. What she responded with shouldn't have been surprising, but Amara couldn't help but be slightly amused with the bluntess. "I'm the Devil. We will condemn them all to Hell."
After watching the brutal murder of her family, it didn't take long for Amara to surrender to the Hunters and swear her allegiance. Originally, the hunters attempted killing her with a firing party. Over a hundred bullets were blown in Amara's body. And while she spit up blood, and bullet's, her eyes never looked away from the blonde woman who was in charge of this hunting group. Their glances never disturbed as Amara refused to die. The woman, who went by the name Tarah, was amazed by the young girls pain tolerance. But she knew she wouldn't ignore the fact that Amara was a super natural. Pleading a case to keep the girl, the Hunters agreed as long as she under went experiments prior. For several months Amara was put through at least four different types of torture daily. Anything from testing her bodies regeneration speed, her manipulation of fire, and even her pain tolerance. All of this is where they got her name...The Phoenix.
The endless training had been completed the day that the Hunters establishment has been invaded by other super naturals. They called these intruders "Immortals." The thought of others declaring themselves as Immortals amused Amara, but it also made her curious on who these individuals were. There were several super natural children used to defend the establishment...But Amara was pulled back when the invasion started for reasons she didn't under. Peaking around one of the corners, Amara kept careful focus on these unusually strong individuals. They were all different, nothing alike..Yet their abilities found a way to blend into a harmonic melody. This was where Rowan had gone..Rowan. The last of her family...The last of the scars she barred... Did Rowan have to die too for Amara to be free? This couldn't be the case, Rowan was one of the few of the Roi family to treat her equal despite her obvious differences. There were so many questions Amara needed to know, but she couldn't till she tasted freedom again.
After the invasion had come to a close, with many casualties, and a young supernaturals body missing...Amara knew this was her chance to confront her hunter mother. She had been cooking, the scent filled the entire establishment. But Amara knew this woman didn't cook to make others feel comfortable...She only cooked when she was trying to cover up the scent of decomposing bodies. Waling up to one of the counters, Amara took one of the knives and began peeling a potato. It took a lot of work to cook for such a large establishment, so Amara didn't mind helping on occasion. But as Tarah watched her...Amara felt her blood fall still. Tarahs voice hit her right between the eyes.. "One of our absorbers was murdered today. A child. We will be forced to kill them all." As Tarah spoke, Amara kept her eyes focused down on the potato she had been peeling. There was a certain amount of composure that had to be kept when dealing with Tarah. A certain amount of secrecy that had to be buried deep down under the skin. Pressing her lips tightly together for a moment, Amara used her to tongue to barely brush against her own bottom lip before speaking. "And if that makes us seem like the bad guys?" Amara had a feeling she knew the answer to this question, but it was something she had to hear for herself...Something to confirm everything she already knew. Looking up at Tarah, Amara patiently waited for the woman to respond. Tarah put what she had been working on down, and looked over towards Amara. What she responded with shouldn't have been surprising, but Amara couldn't help but be slightly amused with the bluntess. "I'm the Devil. We will condemn them all to Hell."
The small smile that fell upon Amara's lips only proved to Tarah that her suspicions of this young girl were true. There was far more wrong with Amara than she could ever help. Returning her glance back down at the food, Amara chuckled softly to herself as she placed the now completely peeled potato down. "Well, Miss. Devil. Consider this your pink slip to return to hell.." Amara's voice trailed off, as she jumped onto the counter and sliced her blade clear across Tarah's throat. Blood sprung into the air as Tarah grabbed instantly for her neck. She seemed to collpase to the ground as she tried to let out a scream, tried to let out anything... Dropping the blade, Amara carefully crawled off the counter and to Tarah's side. Kissing Tarah's forehead like a child would to their mother, she then pushed her hand on Tarah's side, making Tarah roll onto her stomach. She would drown on her blood with no final words. As Tarah's body lied her convulsing and gargling on blood, Amara whispered in her ear softly. "Dance Fucker, Dance." Standing up, Amara returned to the food. Cutting and peeling the final few veggies, Amara slide them all into the veggie soup they had been preparing. Setting the timer, Amara listened carefully as alarms began going off again...This was the second invasion of the unit today. Then....Everything fell dark.
Opening her eyes, Amara looked around at the vacant streets. She was on the Island now...She had bee dreaming again. The only thing was, it wasn't a dream..They were all memories. Brushing herself off as she stood, Amara allowed her eyes to look around. This was where others had rumored would be safe. A place filled with life after this war with the hunters had come to an end...And while there were a few individuals here and there, Amara still saw no one of interest. Scratching her side, Amara then reached down and secured her waist belt. Amara then carefully brought her hands to the hair she had braided over her shoulder. Toying with her hair for several seconds, Amara allowed her mind to try to think of her next move...What she could do. This was a new start.
Opening her eyes, Amara looked around at the vacant streets. She was on the Island now...She had bee dreaming again. The only thing was, it wasn't a dream..They were all memories. Brushing herself off as she stood, Amara allowed her eyes to look around. This was where others had rumored would be safe. A place filled with life after this war with the hunters had come to an end...And while there were a few individuals here and there, Amara still saw no one of interest. Scratching her side, Amara then reached down and secured her waist belt. Amara then carefully brought her hands to the hair she had braided over her shoulder. Toying with her hair for several seconds, Amara allowed her mind to try to think of her next move...What she could do. This was a new start.