a new beginning (puppy)

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Scylla Roxen Eighteen | Female | District Four

I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
I can never forget
So don't remind me of it forever

A waterfall of crimson gushed down the side of her face splattering against the rocky ground as rescuers carried her broken body found beneath the rubble to the hospital tent stationed somewhere in the midst of district four. Silent tears poured from her eyes leaving streaks of clear in the red. Hours upon hours had been spent trying to force Lulianna to leave the house, yet Scylla was unsuccessful forcing herself to take cover. Broken remnants of her heart fluttered inside her chest pounding against the giant shards of glass puncturing her fragile skin, but none of it compared to the sharp pain ricocheting throughout her entire body with each breath.

Blood trickled down her arms leaving the broken girl to swim in her own blood as the world slowly took her away - just let me die - but the beating of her heart never ceased. Ever since she was born into the horrible world of Panem, Scylla fought for her life. Nobody deserved being abandon by a family, and now she was all that was left. Her adoptive parents were nowhere to be found, and even her biological family was slowly slipping from her grasp. Mizar died in the games, Muscinda committed suicide so many years ago, and Lulianna refused to leave the house when the Capitol warned against the tsunami, but her mind wasn't on that of her sister. Scylla was looking forward to the day of finally rejoining Mizar, yet leaving the world without a cause didn't cross her mind.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Scylla."

"What's your last name?"

"Does it really matter?"

"If you want to meet with your family..."

"I don't have family."

All the man did was shrug his shoulders as they carried her on until they finally reached the medical tent, and the sight inside devoured her heart. Dark eyes locked on the faces of her fellow people belonging to district four. Broken bodies scattered across the tent. Lifeless eyes fixated on the ceiling. Moans and cries of the injured roared through her ears. This is worse than the hunger games.

President Snow only killed twenty-three children a year while mother nature devoured anyone willing to go against her, and Scylla found herself wondering how much time she truly had left.

A male nurse stood by her side holding bandages, gauze, sterile water, and other cleaning supplies on a tiny table. Her eyes focused on his looks taking them in. His blonde hair. His dark brown eyes. "Going to focus on your head first. Stitch up your forehead and your cheek. Unfortunately, there's nothing much I can do for your ribs except bind them together to stop the paradoxical motion. And your chest, well, I'll have to sedate you to remove the glass to make sure I don't make it any worse. Consider yourself lucky." A grim smile filled with sorrow twist across her face as the nurse slowly wiped the blood away from her face. But the moment the sterile water and antiseptic cream touched her wound, Scylla tried backing away while grunting in pain. "Just cleaning you up right now. You'll be needing some stitches, but that's nothing to fret." And finally she noted the way he talked realizing he wasn't from four.

"Have you seen any Roxen's come through here?" She asked mostly to distract herself. "Or any Lloyd's?"

"I have worked on a couple patients with the last name Lloyd, but no Roxen. Sorry." Her heart sank deep into the pits of her stomach. What if I'm the only one left? Living a life abandon by those she never felt love for destroyed her soul, and this was the first chance she had to make herself known to the rest of them, however, it appeared too late. Yet neither the doctor nor Scylla said another word until he finished wrapping the bandage around her torso trying to keep her lungs inflated. "Can I get you anything? A glass of water? Something to eat?"

"A bottle water please."

With a nod of the head he walked away.

Scylla looked around trying to find someone to help her when her eyes landed on a girl looking a lot like her sister. For a moment she pondered wondering if it was smart to ask. While her mind said no, her heart said yes because she needed to make sure she was alive. "Hey, have you seen Lulianna?"

the male nurse is my character Ezekiel <33

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Milen Roxen

I rest my head on a pillow, trying to get into a comfortable position with my broken arm in a cast to limit movement. It had only been a few hours since the huge wave washed through. I had been lucky. I had noticed when the waves started to retreat. I had gotton much farther than many others along the coast had a chance to. My house for one thing was completely destroyed. I remember feeling terror as the wave washed up all around me, spinning and twisting me.

When it's grip finally let me go I threw up until it felt as though all my guts were gone. Then a few hours later I was found with my arm trapped beneath some wreckage. It was my knife throwing arm too which sucked. When I finally got back to the career center I would need to wait a bit to do anything which sucked.

As I was brought to the "tsunami relief center" I tried to figure out what happened to the rest of my family. When I got there I realized I was the only Roxen in the whole area and felt relieved. I didn't need my whole family crowded around me. After some inquiring I found out that my "dad" had died. It didn't matter much to me. He was an arrogant ass who thought he could control the whole family.

After a bit more inquiring I found out that my "sister," Lulianna, had died too. I could hear people all around me crying about lost loved ones, and some gave me some weird loooks that I had an oddly nonchalant expression when I found this out. Lulianna was a b(censored by a puppy. my gosh you have such a dirty mouth, milen.) who I was never close to. She broke my nose a year ago just because I was telling the truth about our idiot sister who couldn't survive the games.

An hour after my inquiries, I was resting on my cot when suddenly I hear someone speaking in a cot next to me. Our nurse, Ezekiel was responding to some of her questions. That's when I heard my name. He said he hadn't treated anyone with the last name Roxen! I have a strong urge to get up and punch him for forgetting my last name, but with my good arm in a cast I couldn't.

Suddenly, the girl turns and speaks to me. I don't even bother looking at her. Instead, my brown eyes are still locked lightly upon the ceiling.

"Who's asking?" I say, an air of nonchalence around me.

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OOC: i dont mean any offense from this when talking about lulianna. I thought she was an amazing character and sorry that Milen is a jerk when talking about others.

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Scylla Roxen Eighteen | Female | District Four

I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
I can never forget
So don't remind me of it forever

For a moment silence devoured her eating away at her soul tearing apart the world right before her eyes. Sometimes the world gave people everything their hearts desired, but Scylla was forced to worked for all she owned. Abandoned by her own blood. Tossed around from family to family until one decided she was worthy of becoming one of their own. A bond forged much deeper than the bond of blood alone ran through her veins, yet the words mother and father never fell from her lips because they had no meaning to her - Scylla never used words lightly. Love was a powerful emotion only few people deserved to hear, and right now not a single living person mattered.

Perhaps the Roxen family was all deceased leaving her alone in the chance to rebuild her own world with her own name away from the stereotypes of the family failures. Yet her mind was numb while waiting for someone to speak. Was she not speaking loud enough? Did the girl refuse to answer her? But none of that felt real because the moment Scylla closed her eyes, the sound of a voice buzzed through her ears. "Who's asking?"

Who does she think she is talking to me that way?

Downcast eyes locked onto the ceiling above her trying to remain calm until the male nurse returned holding a bottle of water in one hand; in the other he held a bag of dried fruit. "It's not much, but you should eat something."

"Thanks." Her voice was calm filled with no emotion. Being polite never gave her anything, but right now this man was working endlessly to save the citizens of district four, and like that he was gone moved on to the next patient, the girl Scylla was trying to talk to. "Would you like anything ma'am?"

Scylla froze wondering why he would come to help them when they didn't have much anyway, but he was a nurse, and that made all the difference. Scylla knew the price the nurses paid living with haunted dreams of ghosts lingering in front of them. I could never do what they did. She allowed the world to become silent awaiting for the chance for the girl lying on a cot nearby to answer him, but the bubbling of anger grew heavy inside her. Nobody talked to her that way.

"Isn't it obvious? I asked, you ding dong. Have you seen Lulianna?"

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Milen Roxen

The nurse had just been fussing over the girl next to me before coming over to me, asking if I needed anything. I waved my good hand dismissivly and politely said in a sugar sweet voice, "Thanks, but I don't really need anything right now." After Ezekiel bustled off the girl next to me was silent for a minute. I wonder what she's thinking about for a minute before swiftly becoming bored.

The girl began to speak again and I grinned slightly as she became angry. I rotate my head slightly so that she is in view, my grin still delicately placed across my features. I cluck my tongue against my mouth three times and shake my head lightly and in my sugery sweet voice I again speak.

"Getting testy ain't going to get you any answers, darling." My grin widens a bit and I hold back the small chuckles that threaten to escape from me. I hadn't been called a ding dong since first grade.

"And you need some better insults as well. Ding dong is an insult fetus' use. Also, I was asking what your name is before I respond."

I turn back to look up at the ceiling, my air of nonchalonce returning to me with the grin still dancing like a ghost upon my lips.

"and be a bit more specific. There must be dozens of Luliannas in district four." I cross my legs slightly, slightly regretting the denial of the dried fruit. Something to munch on would actually be kind of appreciated right now.

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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Scylla Roxen Eighteen | Female | District Four

I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
I can never forget
So don't remind me of it forever

Most of her life, Scylla was outcasted from the rest of the world. Awkward questions about her true blood flew towards her from every corner, and even now that she was mending in the midst of a medical wing, Scylla found herself wondering if the story was true. Maybe her adoptive family protected her from the harsh world surrounding the nation, yet she knew who she was. Scylla knew Roxen blood coursed through her veins. But admitting that right now would perhaps become a fatal flaw. Why not have a tiny bit of fun before revealing her true identity.

Sighing silently, Scylla retreated into her cot trying to find a comfortable position, but her broken ribs held her back. Lying down caused more pain, sitting up caused more pain. Nothing relieved the pain. No position, and she refused pain medicine because the side effects destroyed her. It was beyond her wildest imagination how anyone could become addicted to anything like this because the effects weren't friendly. But perhaps each person was different. Shaking her head, she lifted the bottle to her mouth downing the water inside before another wave of pain slithered through.

"Getting testy ain't going to get you any answers, darling." Scylla chuckled softly. Fighting in the middle of the medical tent would do nothing but make the entire situation much worse. Maybe I should die. Just overdose on the pain medication. Nobody would miss me. Would it matter if the world fell apart? Would anyone care that she vanished in the midst of a storm? Scylla wasn't a pawn controlled by anyone, and nobody treated her with disrespect, but her life was full of mistakes caused by the people who should've loved her.

"If you must know, my name is Scylla. I don't have a last name, so don't even try asking for that because it'll get you nowhere." She spat trying to fight against the tears forming in the brim of her eyes. Blood leaked from the bandaged wrapped around her head dripping down her nose before silently falling towards the ground. "I'm surprised you don't know who I'm talking about. I'm surprised you never heard about the disgrace of a family destroyed by one individual in the hunger games."

The corner of her lips twisted into a cocky grin slowly spreading from ear to ear as more blood continued leaking from the laceration across her forehead. Scylla wasn't certain, but she had her suspicions that this girl lying on the cot next to her was part of this disastrous family, and the only way to find out was by egging her on. "I believe her last name was Roxen? It's the only Lulianna I've ever heard of in the district. Always sneaking around. Fighting. Making the Roxen family more of a disgrace. It's a shame, really. Nobody could ever fix them."

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Milen Roxen

I could tell the girl was trying to formulate ways in her head of how to get me angry, to try and play around with my emotions. It was the same long silence that happened when I was a young girl and had trouble infuriating other's like can today. My grin still rests upon my face as I wait for the girl to speak. In the mean time I think about what I can to say to her about Lulianna. Maybe I can toy with her, make her think that Lulianna is alive and then sweep the carpet out from under her and leave her totally ruined. She seems like the sort of person who would give in easily.

The girl chuckled softly at me and my grin turned into a smirk. What was she planning to do? She then finally speaks.

Syclla. Nice name. I think to myself before she stops speaking again. Now I know what her weakness is. Whatever her last name really is.

Then my smirk fades as she keeps talking. My eyes rest upon her, alighting like a fire and my eyes narrow. You picked the wrong girl to fight with. I think angrilly. My expression remains calm.

She keeps talking and I realize she has caught on to who I am. My eyes blaze, but I try not to let it show. I calm myself quietly before swiftly responding. Ok, Scylla, I'll play your game.

My sugary sweet voice has been replaced with a cold, knife like voice that could cut through iron, "Scylla, nice name." I say to her, keeping my anger under control.

"Yeah, Lulianna was a disgrace to the family, but before we get intobs long-and I'm sure very interesting- conversation about the Roxen family, I want to tell you a little story."

I make a fake noise like the clearing of a throat before speaking to her in the obnoxious way a teacher would speak to a little kid during story time.

"Sailors speak of a great beast with four heads which travels the seas of district four. Each head has a different personality and different way to kill someone. It's name was Scylla. I see your trying to be like that monster, but try switching to a different head before trying to insult me."

My placent expression as been replaced with my nonchalont smirk again, "Try something different before trying to find out what happend to Luliana."

I prop myself up on a good arm and look at her as I lay sideways. I smile at her. "Let's play a game. Just us, as friends."

My smile grows wider, my eyes still dancing with fire.

"You have four tries to get me angry enough for me to want to kill you. Once you get me to that point, I'll tell you what happened to Lulianna."

Here comes the fun part.

"But heres the catch. For every one of the last three tries you have, you need to give up a whole day of your pain meds they're giving you. Deal? Unless you can come up with a better idea you won't be getting what happened to Lulianna out of me."

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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Scylla Roxen Eighteen | Female | District Four

I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
I can never forget
So don't remind me of it forever

Once this woman started talking it felt as though she wouldn't stop. She just kept talking and talking never ending. Only stopping for the occasional breath needed to fuel the rest of her story. Yet Scylla didn't care about anything the ding dong said. Her mind was made up trashed within the rest of the world leaving behind those she loved and cared about, yet the world kept moving. Time never froze. Life existed on all levels leaving a broken heart behind, but Scylla had to keep pressing forward for nobody other than herself.

With a slight roll of her eyes, Scylla laughed as the girl rambled on with her story, but what she didn't realize was Scylla wasn't listening. Every word this woman said flew through one ear and out the other. It wasn't worth her time to sit on a cold, hard bed to listen to someone insult her the way she was trying.

"Let's play a game. Just us, as friends."

The words caught her attention for only a moment before the rest of the world came spiraling down. A breath was drawn, and once again the lady went on talking about something Scylla never cared about. She knew Lulianna wouldn't have escaped the torrential downpour of a wave crashing against the building, but for whatever reason, she had to keep the act going. But I don't care of a great beast living in the seas matching my name. I don't care about a game. I don't care about making her angry. What I do care about is my future. My life. My plans.

"But here's the catch. For every one of the last three tries you have, you need to give up a whole day of your pain meds they're giving you. Deal? Unless you can come up with a better idea you won't be getting what happened to Lulianna out of me." And then she was silent. A large grin spread across Scylla's face as silence devoured her, and all she could hear was the sound of other district four citizen's moaning as their pain medicine wore off. If only she knew I wasn't taking the pain medication anyway. But before speaking, her mind was frozen wondering what she could do. Breaking the news wasn't on up next on her agenda, however, now was probably the correct time to do so. Yet Scylla wanted to play a little longer.

"It's about time you stopped talking. You were really starting to get on my nerves. And besides, I'm not taking the pain medication, honey. So you can have every single bit of it." Through gritted teeth, the words were clear, and it should've been obvious to anyone in the room how much pain she was in, but Scylla was a trooper. Someone who wouldn't give in no matter what happened. "And don't think you know everything because there's a good chance you don't know it all."

She paused taking in her surroundings knowing one wrong move could destroy a sandcastle built in the sandy beaches of district four. Her walls were high, and soon they could crash down, but Scylla was ready.

"I have something that could perhaps tickle your fancy. And perhaps a story to share." She turned towards the girl while sliding her tongue across her teeth. "Because the world isn't what it seems. What seems to be right, is wrong. And wrong is right, but the truth can set us all free."

Was this the start of a new beginning?

Only time would tell.

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Milen Roxen

Borrrinnnnngggggg. This girl's no fun. Maybe I should just tell her what happened to Lulianna and get this whole conversation over with. After the excitement of no more annoying sister and jerky dad this was dull in comparison. One would hope to at least sit next to someone who would be a bit fun. As I spoke I could see the girl mimicking my grin.

She has something up her sleeve. The voice whispers in the back of my mind, and I gave a small mental nod of understanding to myself. I grin as I begin to think of what might be coming from the girl, I will get it out of her soon enough. I always get what I want soon enough.

"It's about time you stopped talking. You were really starting to get on my nerves. And besides, I'm not taking the pain medication, honey. So you can have every single bit of it."

Yay she finally began to speak, but now I dislike her even more. Now I realize she is one of those people who believe themselves to be righteous and all that annoying mumbo jumbo like the unrealistic story book characters. She should wake up and realize the pain meds would just help her feel better and not taking them won't help at all or prove that she is special or anything like that.

"And don't think you know everything because there's a good chance you don't know it all."

I grin at that. I don't know everything. I just know enough not to be a total idiot. I also know that she is withholding something I would be interested in from me. It's just a nagging sense in the back of my mind from little clues from her. For example, when she wanted to know what happened to Lully and then called her a disgrace. What kind of friend would do that?

"Because the world isn't what it seems. What seems to be right, is wrong. And wrong is right, but the truth can set us all free."

My gosh will she ever shut up with the clichés? They seem to be never ending from her. I roll my eyes, annoyed at the girl.

"Fine, hit me up, but first stop acting like a f(omg milen stop swearing so much. This is a censor)ing storybook princess. It's getting annoying. Stop trying to stay "pure" by not taking something that will help."

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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Scylla Roxen Eighteen | Female | District Four

I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
I can never forget
So don't remind me of it forever

Scylla couldn't help but smile as her masterpiece slowly fell into place. Trash the girl, destroy her before building her up with a piece of work she would never expect, but Scylla had learned to expect the unexpected, and it never ceased to amaze her how the world revolved. Karma existed in every corner, and the Roxen family got what they deserved by pushing the one person away from the rest of their family, but Scylla refused to dance to the Roxen trash. Yet something was about to change. News was needed in the midst of a storm although good news didn't exist. Only bad news filled with self destructing rage.

But before her plan could unfold, Scylla wanted to cause more frustrations.

"Do you need anything else, ma'am?" Scylla turned around long enough to see the nurse standing next to her holding bandages in his hand prepared to control the blood gushing down the front of her face, and the longer he stood next to her the better because her mind raced with many thoughts trying to form the perfect catch phrase. "Maybe you should lie down and take it easy for a while. You took a nasty blow to the head, and I really don't want you pulling your stitches out."

She scoffed before turning away from him.

"It's really up to you, though. I'm just trying to help."

"I'll just not move much see if that helps."

And with that Ezekiel walked away like nothing had ever happened. Bloodied bandages rested on the cot next to her, but that wasn't the least of her problems. Before she could do anything else, the ding dong was speaking again calling her a storybook princess for not taking her pain medications. Rage bubbled inside her, and before she could do anything about it words spewed from her lips.

"Ya know what, I'm not a storybook princess, and I'm not going to sit here and listen to a toddler question my integrity. You don't own my life, so stop trying to control it. I'm not pure, and neither are you, nor is anyone else in this world because perfect people don't exist, so step down off your stool before you fall and kill yourself." She paused for a moment taking a deep breath pressing a hand to her forehead praying for a miracle from above. "My life has been far from perfect, and I hate people, like you, who think they're better than everyone. The entire Roxen family feels that way, and it's probably why I was abandon by them at birth. A newborn child tossed in the world to die because they didn't want me. They only cared about the other's. Mizar, Muscinda, Lulianna. They never cared for me, and they never cared for you, so stop acting like a stuck up little girl belonging to that family."

Her face burned red as anger coursed through her veins controlling her life for just a moment longer. "Do you want to know why I asked what happened to Lulianna? Do you?" Scylla paused long enough to catch a breath before looking around the people staring at her. "Well even if you don't allow me to tell you. See, miss goody two-shoes, I hope she's dead just like I hope the rest of the Roxen family is one day. I have set out on a mission to destroy those who've destroyed me. Anyone wearing that name has another thing coming unless you decide to cooperate. You're either with me, or against me. The choice is yours. If you work with me, maybe one day the Roxen name will be restored with honor, but if you're against me, I'll make sure nobody from that family survives."

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Milen Roxen

This girl is such a drama queen. No need to get this hyped about something like this. Sure, I get hyped too over many things, but this girl just radiates melodramatics. It seems like she is about to talk for a moment, but then that idiotic nurse comes over and starts talking to her again. She's obviously fine so I wish he would just move away and let us finish our 'interesting' conversation. I let out a huge yawn while waiting for him to finally leave.

My eyes begin to tire from boredom as the nurse finally moves away and the girl begins on yet another rant. I only face her halfheartedly, my eyes partially closed. As I listen to her, my mind drifts off to the topic of food. Maybe I'll see if they finally have fish for lunch here. I mean this is the fishing district. Right? Who cares if a tsunami disrupted fishing. They should already have whole storehouses of fish open for their beck and call. Or maybe those Capitolites that have been here have been stealing all the fish for themselves. Yeah that might make some sense.

After the girl pauses in her long talk to take a breath, I whisper sarcastically under my breath, "Never said I own your life." I roll my eyes, silently laughing after she calls me a toddler. Nice to think I'm still look that young. Back when I was an innocent brat running around the training center with a plastic sword, or was that when I was a fetus?

The girl continued, her words not concealing her rage. After I hear what she said, I take a moment to process it. I let my face remain in it's slack, bored expression as I sort through the jumble of phrases that the girl just regurgitated.

So she is a Roxen too. I think to myself. That's not that odd. I mean, Mom and Dad slept with basically everyone in the district so no duh they threw some brats out. After she finishes her next little speech I grin slightly and let out a short laugh before muttering under my breath again lightly, "Nope they never did care for anyone else. Doesn't matter that much though."

The girl begins talking yet again. When will she stop? I can hear her getting angrier and angrier as she talks. I feel an urge to slap her and yell at her to calm the F(Milen stahp teh swearing omg) down.

"Sure." I mutter again after her question, my commentary on her speech still going through. She keeps talking, unabated.

I stretch my good arm up towards the roof and let out a huge yawn. Still in a half yawn, I respond to her. "I'm going to choose not to take that as a threat. Feel free to correct me. I'm not taking anyone's side in this 'war' so far between you and the Roxens." I let out another yawn before continuing in an even more tired voice. "Unless you can make a better offer than 'not destroying you,' which isn't that good anyways, I'm not taking part in your little 'fight'."

I finish my exceptionally long yawn and begin to speak again in a bored tone. "Oh yeah, and no need to try going after Lully anymore." I wait a second before saying in a stone cold voice, "She's dead." I smiled slightly.

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OOC: Thank you for being so patient and understanding <333 sorry this took so long to get up

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Scylla Roxen Eighteen | Female | District Four

I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
I can never forget
So don't remind me of it forever

Out of the former of her eye, Scylla watched as more victims were brought into the tent. She heard the screams of the dying, the cries of the broken families, the husband begging the staff to save his wife, the mother begging them to save her son, the child crying out for his parents, but nothing compared to the roar of her heart echoing through her ears. Every breath caught in the back of her throat as she stared blankly at the girl in front of her. A sister. Family by blood, yet Scylla wanted nothing to do with them. Her parents abandon her kicking her to the curb because she wasn't good enough. Nobody wanted her. Nobody cared about her. Now it was time for her to shine. A chance to prove she was more than a stupid mistake.

Death awaited anyone opposing her, and Scylla wasn't going to allow anyone to sin against her. Nothing went unnoticed, and the first person on her list was the man and woman responsible for bringing her into the world. The man and woman in charge of raising an army of misfits. If only they knew what was coming for them.

"Oh yeah, and no need to try to go after Lully anymore. She's dead."

The corners of her lips twisted into a wicked grin spreading from ear to ear. One less person for her to worry about. One less person standing in her way of complete and total domination. And this girl, her sister, chose the path Scylla was hoping for. Names etched into the back of her mind instead of written on paper. Stones carved away as a new name slowly carved inside. Yet her mind was blank, and Scylla cackled softly before turning her gaze around. "Mark my words, kid, you're making a mistake, and I'll make sure you never see it coming."

Scylla planted her feet on the ground carefully pushing herself from the bed. Pain shot through her body, and for a moment she gritted her teeth before moving away from the bed. "One by one. They'll die, and I'll save you for last." She hissed, and walked forward never turning around. Maniacal laughter burst through her lips as she waltzed out of the medical tent. "Ma'am, you need to return to your bed at once. You haven't been cleared to go." The male nurse called after her, but Scylla didn't stop moving. "Ma'am, you need -"

"I don't need anything. It's just a few broken -"

"Broken bones that need to mend. You haven't been cleared to leave. You must stay."

Scylla shook her head before hobbling away. Blood trickled down the front of her face saturating the bandage around her head. She stopped, and turned around facing the guy charging towards her. "You can't hold me against my will. I'll have your head if you try." Without another word, she walked out. She didn't turn back, and nobody could stop her because a mission was in front of her, and Scylla wouldn't stop until it was all taken care of.

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