Family matters

[Solar]

(( Phear Sol's attempts at story writing about his poorly planned plot . ))

Sometime in the very early hours of This morning

Tamura hummed a jaunty tune to herself as she walked down the streets of Port Oakes towards her warehouse. Her lazy way of walking conveying her contented feeling, hardly hampered by the ungainly large figure on her back. Shifting her grip to support the figure better, she checked whether any cars were coming along the road before crossing. They wouldn’t harm her, but it was a bit messy when they ‘stopped’.

Crossing quickly she once again resumed her relaxed pace towards the warehouses. Checking to see if the usual Arachnos drones were milling around, she sighed as she none about. They were good fun to terrorize, although it would have been a bit of trouble if her cargo had gotten injured in the fight. She also wouldn’t have been able to use her thorns to proper effect, so it wouldn’t have been as much fun.

Whistling now, she pushed her way into the warehouse with a kick to the door. Sauntering through the different rows of shelves, she headed towards her home. The surrounding areas becoming more and more like part of a garden, with moss and lichens growing on every available surface the further she went. Eventually the foliage grew to the extent that some small trees grew in amongst the frames of the structure. Smiling happily to herself as she entered the ‘main’ part of her home, the trees now large enough to push against the roof of the warehouse, creating the feeling of a forest in such enclosed as space, Tam headed towards an open space.

Once there, she flicked her head to the side and large roots grew from the ground, weaving together to form a bed of sorts. She lay the unconscious person down on the platform, the roots slithering like snakes to wrap around her wrists, ankles and waist to bind her down, and took a step back, seemingly to observe the figure. Reaching out she extended a single thorn from her finger, running its tip gently across the prone bodies cheek and down her neck, then down her arm. With a malicious grin she pressed a little harder and flicked her hand, the sharp tip causing a long thin cut to appear down the arm.

With a short giggle she turned on her heel as small droplets of blood appeared at the cuts edge, and, flicking of her wrist, turned on one of the few electrical appliances she had, the stereo. Frolicking over to the small garden she’d created in the space, she started her usual routine of care for her plants, all the while humming along to ‘All these things I hate’ by Bullet For My Valentine, joining in with the chorus and looking up at the figure as she did.

A short while later, Tam sat down next to the still unconscious body and sighed to herself. Looking the person up and down she muttered, “You really have got yourself a good deal haven’t you. Convinced those fools good haven’t you. But I know what you did, and I’m not going to forgive you. Even if we are family, big sister.”

The figure stirred and her eyes fluttered, trying to move but held down but the roots. With a puzzled expression the woman opened her eyes, looking around blearily “Wha…?”

Tam gently pressed a finger over the woman’s lips and smiled “Ah, finally awake are we? I’ve got a few things to discuss with you, dear Iris.” And with that she raised her other hand to show the thorns sliding from her fingers sinisterly to Iris. With a malicious chuckle she pointed the thorns at Iris and thrust

[Solar]

(( This is abit longer than last time ( I sorta got carried away :s ) And some of the bits near the end might not be that suitable for sensitive people))

Friday 24th, 5ish pm

Tamura skipped along the street towards the warehouse, shopping bags swinging with the movement, thinking to herself ‘She hasn’t really talked yet. She needs to get it off her chest, talk about it freely. I guess I’ve got to stop being nice. Which is a shame, as I prefer being nice.’

Smiling to herself she pushed through the doorway and into her warehouse home. Still hopping merrily she traveled down the isles towards the fauna covered area. Setting down the bags of shopping on a nearby stump she looked over at the bound Iris, who was, doing all she could do, just looking up at the ceiling. Prancing over she leaned over Iris and smiled sweetly at her, “How are you?”

Giving Tam a look with as much hate as she could muster, Iris replied, “How’d you think?”

“Oh don’t be like that. Do you want to be hurt again?” Tam enquired sweetly extending her thorns again.

Iris looked at the thorns and seemed to try to move away, even being restrained still, “N-no…”

Tam pouted, trailing on thorn tip lightly across her leg, “Awww, that’s a shame. It really is. Because you don’t have a say in this.” She grinned looking over Iris’ body, inspecting the dozens of cuts she’d already given her, dried blood staining her ripped clothes where she’d tortured her sister’s torso and legs. With a sigh she dug in slightly and flicked, scoring another wound along Iris’ leg. “Although this way doesn’t seem to be working…” She murmured as Iris flinched and clenched her fists, gritting her teeth against the pain.

Getting up again, Tam set about putting the various things she’d bought away, humming her jaunty tune again. Going to her garden she started work to dig up some of the vegetables, washing them and sorting them out for dinner. Afterwards, she collected them onto a plate and sat down next to Iris, holding the bits out for her to eat. Iris crunched the different vegetables with great force, as if trying to cause Tam pain through the food, although if it did have any effect Tam didn’t show it.

With the plate cleared, she put it away and then lazily made her way back to Iris, standing over her. Smiling she gently kissed her hand and blew, a fine mist of spores being propelled towards Iris’ face. Iris turned away, holding her breath and trying to shield her face, but to no avail as Tam punched her in the stomach, causing her to cough and inhale some of the spores. Instantly, her head started spinning and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. Mumbling incoherently she slumped as she was knocked into sleep, Tam leaned down and murmured in her ear “Nice dreams…”

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Iris groaned as she woke up, looking around groggily. She smiled and relaxed as she saw the sleeping form of Cloe next to her, not the twisted form of her sister. Pushing herself up out of the bed she noticed that there were no cuts on her. Had she been knocked out enough for them to have healed? Whatever, she was back home and she was with Cloe so she didn’t care. Walking into the kitchen she poured herself a glass of water, draining it in one and taking a deep breath. This was another reason she didn’t talk with her family anymore, she just made things go wrong. Putting the glass on the side to be put away later she walked back to the bedroom.

As she reached the doorway she new something was wrong. The room was empty. Not just Cloe, but everything was gone. The bed, the wardrobe, the light bulb it was all gone. It was just an empty room. As Iris turned to move she felt a snag and looked down, she was somehow bound by the horrid bed-root thing again, un able to move. Sharply looking up again even the house was gone, instead there was Cloe standing in front of her. Perfectly still, like a zombie. Trying to cry out, Iris found her throat unable to produce any sound. She was only able to watch.

Tam appeared beside Cloe and smiled sweetly at Iris, gently putting her arm around Cloe she slowly extended her thorns on the other hand. Slowly trailing them up Cloe’s arm she grinned maliciously at Iris. As Iris watched, her eyes grew wide in fear for Cloe and she struggled against her bonds as hard as she could. The roots didn’t budge an inch and she could only watch as Tam slowly ran the tip across Cloe’s throat, Cloe unmoving, seemingly unaware of the danger.

As the thorns tip moved round to hover just above the skin over Cloe’s jugular vein, Tam looked at the thrashing Iris and thingyed her head, as if asking whether or not to do it. Iris tried screamed out and shook her head hurriedly, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Tam shrugged and thrust her hand, piercing Cloe’s neck. Blood spurted out like a fountain and Tam grinned in delight, pulling her hand back with relish she inspected the gushing wound, then grinned and stabbed again, aiming for Cloe’s heart with all five of her thorns this time. And again, aiming for Cloe’s stomach now, repeating it over and over, each time changing to hit a different vital organ, giggling in delight as she mauled the unreacting Cloe. Not pausing or flinching as bits of guts and flesh splattered across her jacket and face as she curled her fingers once they had pierced Cloe, ripping more flesh apart as she wrenched her hand back.

Iris screamed at the first attack, finally finding her voice, savagely trying to get free of the bonds. But the bonds held and she could only watch through tear filled eyes as her love was brutally murdered. Iris continued to scream at the top of her lungs until she couldn’t anymore, giving up the struggle and just hanging limply from her restraints, crying until she couldn’t anymore and she fell unconscious.

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Iris jerked awake and sat straight up, looking about wildly. She slowed her frenzied breaths as she saw Cloe lying unharmed next to her. Running a hand over her face she shakily got up and fetched herself a glass of water, draining it in one and taking a deep breath. Putting the glass on the side to be put away later she walked back to the bedroom. As she reached the doorway she new something was wrong. The room was empty…

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Tam smiled to herself as she left the sleeping form of Iris alone, walking over and sitting down comfortably, contentedly watching the trees and the grass grow. Not even flinching as her sister screamed at the top of her lungs, nor when she grew silent and then screamed again. She knew it’d stop when Iris ran out of breath for screaming. And then she could finally talk properly.