Role Playing Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Hath No Fury ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Prologue

My name is Tsaka. Just Tsaka. I rose to fame from a dreg filled childhood and these are my diary entries. Like all girls even in 2050 I had a diary. Anyway, these are for all the future drek-heads that find this and want to be like me. More power to ya. I can only hope your lives weren't as fragged up as mine. But if you live in Seattle, where I left this, HAHA! I'll start by telling you a little about myself.

I was born in the wrong part of Seattle in 2050 and all signs pointed to me staying there. My mother was an all right woman she was tidy and she insisted we act right so we don't add to the drek on the streets. My father though...I don't want to talk about him much. If you want to know more, well frag you. He was an asshole, plain and simple. Grew up on the streets, but never thrived. He was like one of those hillbilly assholes you see on old video broadcasts. Having sex with a woman then marrying her “to do the right thing”. I fraging hated him. He always bought what he wanted, though we had little or sometimes no money. He always came home drunk as an ork and he used to hurt me. I'm not begging for sympathy here, just building up to something. He would attack me not only with a stick or his fists, but sometimes with his favorite knife, an old military issue KABAR that hasn't dulled yet. Anyway, whenever he'd cut me I used to think about how ,much I hated him and my cuts would just close up all by themselves. My mother saw me once while this was happening and she just ran up to me and hugged me. She told me that I was magically gifted and she did something I had never seen her do, she closed her eyes and made a walking three-legged celery appear in the room. Well that's when my dad walked into the room and started yelling at my mother telling her to stop fragging with me like that. That night was the worst beating to date, but that day I fought back. My mother came in to me, whenever my dad was out teaching me about this thing called magic. Life was better, the pain of my nightly fights with dad were little and now I had started fighting back more effectively. But dad found out about my training to. He forbid it and chained my mother to the wall in the kitchen. Every night I could hear her wailing while dad made it with some hooker right in front of her. That's why when our house caught fire when I was fifteen, I grabbed a burning 2 by 4 and made sure the drek that called himself my father didn't walk out of that fire. My mother however deserved to live. I ran to get her but by that time she was already dead, burned to a crisp. Scared to death I ran. I ran for a long time. The thing that really hurt, was not that she had died, but that I could not give her a proper burial. I wound up in penumbra with no money. So I did the only thing a street rat could do. I started stealing what I could and I got pretty damn good at it. All the while using fire whenever I could. I liked fire; it gave a sense of great power but also great loss at the same time. I liked it. I was in the streets about a year when I learned the Halloweeners back in Redmond had my name. It didn't bother me much until the head honcho and ten or so of his goons appeared in my alleyway on night. I was preparing to fight and to die when the head honcho just started laughing. He told me he wanted to recruit me, seems he felt I “had the right stuff”. What was I gonna say, no? I had heard of them, one of the biggest and most feared gangs in Seattle. That spelled a place to stay and I sensed that this could be important in some way, so I agreed. I guess this is where my story really starts.

If anyone has any suggestions for me after reading this, please post them so I can make changes. I am planning to get this published. Anyway more Tsaka to come.