Proofread more, seriously.
The break from story to staright description of process (the last two paragraphs) is a little harsh. Write a story and put it here, or a character bio and put it somewhere else. Doing both just results in a broken version of both.
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Here's another story, a warning here it is not a pleasant one it covers an adut theme, it loosely conects with the mythos within which other characters live. It features a character who is mentioned in FYEO and who will be expanded upon at a later date.
Her body lay battered, broken and bloody amongst the filth in the dumpster, half in' half out, where he'd discarded her like some used and broken toy. She couldn't feel her legs, a relief given the pain that wracked her body. She lay face up all she could see were the walls of the alley and the full moon as it edged across the space between. She could feel her lifeblood dripping out of her, in fact she could hear it dripping from what remained of her fingers, to the floor below. She now lay in a pool of light moonlight, it shined in her almost unseeing eyes, it seemed to call to her, filling what remained of her senses.
She didn't hear the soft footfall of the cat as it entered the alley, one of its favourite places for catching juicy rats, it stopped scenting something strange, different. Its hackles raised reflexively, its tail bottled but slowly, cautiously, it crept deeper into the alley. It could scent blood and something else, the floral perfume of the woman who sometimes left him treats overlaid with a stink of blood and worse a reek of corruption and long dead things. It slunk towards what remained of the hand of the woman, as it hung there in front him, dripping blood into an ever increasing pool on the floor of the alley. It sniffed, smelling the imminent death there and throw back its head and yowled, calling out its distress, within moments other small thin bodies could be seen appearing out of the dark from over the roofs and the ends of the alley. A chorus of yowling then started.
The noise was sufficient to break through the woman's pain and disassociation, dragging her back from the brink of death. Something had changed there was an energy in the air, the woman became aware of a sweet perfume, as of night flowering jasmine and honeysuckle, a perfume that seemed to calm her pain and clear her mind. She heard a gentle voice say oh my daughter what has happened to you, no don't try to speak". She felt hands, warm, soft, gentle, sweet smelling hands cradle and lift her head where it hung over the edge of the dumpster. She remembered.
They'd had a great night, it had been Becca's birthday, a lovely meal at that Italian on 4th street, a few drinks then on to the night club, it wasn't that late when they'd headed for home all giggles and good humour. Shed only been a block from her apartment block, when the old man had approached her asking for directions. She'd not suspected anything, he was just an old man, maybe in his 60s in a slightly shabby suit, he'd looked a bit like that nice scientist, you know the one who sticks his tongue out in that famous picture. She'd turned to point out the direction where he'd needed to go to get to place which he'd said he'd been trying to find. When she'd turned back he was flanked by things, dead things and the look on his face, a look of lust and disgust was horrifying. She'd broken and run, fear lending her desperate speed. She'd thought she'd got away but he'd just been toying with her, she heard him shout behind her, suddenly out of the shadows around her came chittering whirring sounds and things with wings and too many legs poured towards her, catching her, dragging her down, biting her, eating her alive, the pain indescribable. They pulled her into the dark of the alley and through the pain of the hundreds of bites, she could hear footsteps approaching. The smart click of heels and the shuffling slap of bare feet. Rough hands pulled her up, hands whose touch burned her skin through the rips in her clothing. A hand grabbed her jaw and forced her head up, she was looking into the old mans face, his eyes were dead, she could see things deep within his pupils, horrible terrifying things, but he wouldn't let her turn away. Then he laughed and commanded the dead things to hold her, she felt the burning hands force her legs apart and rip away her pants...
"No my poor one you don't need to remember that," the voice enfolded her bathing away the pain, "unfortunately I know that one only too well, lets see what he has done to you". She felt her body being raised, floating from where it had been discarded after being used, gently lowered into the circle of cats. She slipped gently in unconsciousness and so didn't hear what was subsequently said.
Sisters Schwarzhartzen has struck again, another life destroyed and he broke the veil again, he summoned them yet again, sooner or later they will find their own way through. Worse he has somehow left this one with child, I can feel its innocent presence already within her, I cannot in all that is good cause its destruction." There was a pause, as if this was only half the conversation, "if you feel that is right and appropriate I will grant her life enough that the child maybe born, The circumstances are so strange, that maybe this girl child is meant to be born, we will have to watch, maybe she has a Destiny, we will have to consult the Fates to see what they know."
Officer Keeble found the young woman's body at 2:42 am, he didnt put in his report that a thin, scruffy alley cat lead him to it, he just put that a noise lead him to investigate the alley where he found the young woman. Initially He thought her dead, so badly battered was her body but he found a pulse and called for the paramedics. They arrived within minutes and she was taken to Crowne's emergency department. Doctor's who examined her was amazed that she was still alive, given the shattered spine, broken ribs and arms, missing fingers and toes and the multiple bites she had suffered. She was transferred to ICU but she never regained consciousness. The police called in specialists from DATA and MAGI but they never found who had done this, yes they knew that some superpowered villain had perpetrated the act and it bore similarities to other unsolved [censored] murders on file.
The young woman was identified as Susannah Dawson, a 19 year freshman old student at Paragon University, her parents were informed and came to sit at her bedside but they knew they had lost their daughter that night and grieved their loss. After 2 months with no change and seemingly no hope moves were set afoot to turn off the machines that kept her alive. It was while preparing to do this that one of the nurses noticed the gently swelling belly and the pregnancy was discovered. Susannah's parents were horrified but it was deemed that a termination would not be legal as the origin of the child could not be confirmed, Susannah had had a steady boyfriend with whom she had been intimate in the preceding days. The decision was taken to allow the pregnancy to go to term and 7 months later a beautiful baby girl was born. One of the delivering midwives would later swear that Susannah smiled after the baby was delivered, within minutes of her baby's birth, Susannah Dawson slipped deeper into coma and passed away.
There was of course a mass of press speculation, the tabloids tried desperately to find out who was the father but the law descended and guarded the baby's privacy. Of course there was no way that the various agencies who studied the child would announce that to all intents and purposes there was no father, only a mother, which Susannah Dawson appeared to have given birth to ...Susannan Dawson.
The child was put up for adoption, her grandparents too traumatised by the circumstances to take on the little girl. She disappeared into the system, her identity protected by law and masses of bureaucracy, of course some "people" have other ways of keeping track, the little girl always had cats as friends whether her adoptive parents wanted or not.
Sixteen years pass...
Ok this is a story that just grew, I was looking at making a character, initially maybe as a sister to Moondance but something happened and it went off at a tangent. I was looking at guns and dark healing but Artemis tapped me on the shoulder and it looks like Dark/archery now, that is by the way who the cats call onin the story.
Sred hopefully enjoy and feel ree to comment