There are worse things I could do

Not if we break her first ]]

    After all these years, these halls never changed. 

   The smell was always dusty and reeked of dried blood and decaying bodies. It always took some time to get adjusted to even if you've been trapped in this hell hole for ages and even if you could move past the smell, the sight alone would forever be burned into your memory.

                   Those poor damned souls. 

    If you were one of the lucky ones, your cell mates weren't batshit crazy. You could have someone to lean on, someone who could fully understand what’s going on and maybe you’d find a little peace and a way to drown out the chimeras who’d be screaming in agony and a way to ignore the crazy two cells down who constantly slams their face into the walls and laugh like this was all just a big game. But....

                   Not everyone was that lucky.

    --Or if you were truly a lucky, you would be greeted by death herself and she'd make your death would be quick and painless. Unless she wanted you to feel every little thing. Wanted you to scream, wanted you to feel as she cut into your skin, removing whatever she wanted, replacing it if she felt kind enough. She would lean over the poor bastard and gently coo 

                  --"It'll all be over soon"

   The thrill of it all would always rush back. Knowing the fool strapped down to the table had no control over their life while she held their life in her hands. They could beg her to spare their lives, or to end it all, but to answer their pleas was no fun at all. She would drag the procedure out as long as she possibly could. Always claiming it to be in the name of science just so she could get her coworkers off her back.

      The poor thing. It’s little body just couldn’t deal with all the work. Oh well, cleaning up wasn’t her job. Those under her rank would just have to drag the body away and spray down the room. 

   Yet...The new soul they’d dragged in was one she’d never wish to see. One she couldn’t even think of harming.

        “ Mo m...m y “

   Her heart stopped, breathing seemed like a foreign concept to her and it felt like the room could cave in on her at any given moment. 

   Those monsters. Those hideous monsters had went out of their way to drag her sweet baby girl into all of this. Her sweet little curly red hair and those precious blue eyes weren’t something a mother could forget.

       “ M om..ma... W  h͎͇̣͚̀y̼̯̩̮̳͉̜.̯̰̩̻̀.͙̳͔̭̜̬.͕͙̭d̯̬̬̟́ ̠͇͚̼͙͞i̥͈d ͏n͟'̤̬̼t̸ ̠̭̪̞̝̭͈ ̻̫͡ỵ̟̦̰̺o̼̗͘ͅu̻̳̝̘͍͔ͅ.̣͖͕͜.̠̥̮͔̹̙̯.̯̹̭̰ͅS̟̱͚̀ ̥a͖̬͚ ̞͕͉̪͙̬̮v̦̱̻̳̺͇̀e̲̼̬̫.̥͔̤.̴̳̠̭̭̝̬̟.̗͚.̀M̲̬̯̥̖͝e?̳͙̲̯ ̸ M̘͉̞ ̥̟̦̖̼͈̪o҉̺ ̫͇̯̹͍̀ḿ͔.͎̪̖̜͔̼͓.͈.m̖̲͙̟͇͉̤y.̮̪̘̼.͈̟̱̭.̧̤.͏̻̼̳͍͉ͅ ̫̟̩̗̞̹̤w̛̟̩̮̺ ̡͕̩̪̰͎̦̱h͏̦̤̥̳ ̠̙͓͍̰ý̗.͎̣̗͡.̤̞͙̥̗̭́?̜̟̟ “

  She wanted to run. 

  She wanted to grab her little girl and run for it. Jezabel knew what would happen if she made a break for it a second time but...if she could find someone, anyone, to take her little girl and hide her away from the horrors of this hell. she would gladly accept death.

  Only problem was her body didn’t listen. It moved forward and helped strap the child to the table. It didn’t matter how loud her mind screamed not to, that this was her child, her baby. All her body knew how to do was take people apart piece by piece. 

   ‘ This is wrong-- This isn’t real! This isn’t--- ‘

                                   It wasn’t real.

    Her Brianna had died. Her Brianna was sick and died in the care of another doctor all because she didn’t trust in herself as a doctor to save her own child’s life. The child before her just couldn’t be her little girl.

   Before her hand could inflict any pain on her child, her body jerked and she awoke with a scream. 

   She was right were she was last time. Sitting in front of her desk with piles of papers scattered on the floor. The room was tidy-- with the expectation of the papers-- there wasn’t a drop of blood in sight and the only screams that could be heard was the ones of neighbourhood children running around outside playing some game. 

   With a sigh, the doctor placed her head into her hands and shook. 

  She couldn’t remember the last time she had a dream like that. She had hoped they were over with. She just couldn’t get past what she did or how she felt while doing it. God, she was a mess.

           Creeeeek 

   ...Just because she was a mess didn’t mean should couldn’t hear the door to her little clinic slowly opening. Rather it was someone coming to check out the what the screaming was about or one of her old friends finally returned to her clinic....She hoped it wasn’t the latter.

"How lucky can they be? They're dead."

"You will never bring your family honour."

"Well we can't all be acupuncturists!"

"No, your great-granddaughter had to become a cross dresser!"

"Stop me? He invited me."

"Ah, I see you have a sword! I have one too! They're very manly. And tough."

"Lemma hear you say AH!!"

"You wanna stay, you gotta work."

"I am the guardian of lost souls!"

"My ancestors sent me a lizard to help me?"

"Down, Betsy!"

"Make a note of this; Dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow!"

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Look, this tattoo will protect me from harm!"

"Punch him. That's how men make friends."

"Relax, and chant with me."

"Stay that to my face, you limp noodle!"

"I do love surprises."

"He started it!"

"I didn't ask for his name, I asked for your name."

"He doesn't talk about me much."

"Tomorrow, the real work begins."

"Look, it's porridge. And it's happy to see you!"

"I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover. Come on, scare me, girl!"

"Wait, you forgot your sword!"

"That's not funny."

"Yeah, 'cause I owe you a knuckle sandwich."

"Oohh, tough guy."

"I'll get that arrow, pretty boy. And I'll do it with my shirt on."

"Let's get down to business."

"I'll make a man out of you."

"You haven't got a clue."

"I'm never gonna catch my breath."

"This guy's got her scared to death."

"Heed my every order, and you might survive."

"Pack up, go home, you're through."

"What do you see?"

"We can avoid them easily."

"We should return it to her."

"Hey, this is not a good idea. What if somebody sees you?"

"If you're so worried, go stand watch!"

"We're doomed!"

"I know we were jerks to you before, so let's start over."

"I'm king of the rock!"

"We have to fight!"

"Snake! AGH!!"

"Boy, that was close."

"That was vile!"

"I never want to see a naked man again."

"Don't look at me, I ain't biting no more butts."

"This guy's messing with my plans!"

"We're not finished!"

"I'll hold him, and you punch."

"I saw that."

"You like him, don't you?"

"That's better! Much better! Let's go!"

"You owe me a new pair of slippers."

"Excuse me? I think the question is who are you?!"

"I should have your hat for that!"

"Think of instead; a girl worth fighting for."

"Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer."

"He thinks he's such a lady killer."

"Yeah, the only girl who'd love him is his mother."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, sure, save the horse."

"Fire!"

"You missed! How could you miss?!"

"We need help!"

"I knew we could do it! You the man! Well, sort of."

"From now on, you have my trust."

"He's wounded, get help!"

"I can explain."

"So, it is true!"

"I knew there was something wring with you!"

"I didn't mean for it to go this far!"

"It was the only way!"

"My debt is repaid."

"But you can't just..."

"I never should have left home."

"Maybe what I really wanted was to prove that I could do things right. So that when I looked in the mirror, I'd see someone worthwhile. But I was wrong. I see nothing."

"I can see you, lookit you, you look so pretty!"

"I mean, you risked your life to help people you love."

"At least you had good intentions."

"You ... lied to me?"

"We started this thing together and that's how we'll finish it. I promise."

"They popped out of the snow! LIKE DAISIES!"

"Go home."

"Why should I?"

"Please, you have to help!"

"No one will listen!"

"Huh, I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Okay. Any questions?"

"Ugly concubines."

"I tire of your arrogance."

"So what's the plan?"

"You don't have a plan?!"

"Way ahead of you, sister."

"I need firepower."

"Your worst nightmare."

"Guess you're out of ideas."

"Not quite."

"I am ready, baby!"

"That was a deliberate attempt on my life!"

"Stand aside! That creature is not worth protecting."

"She's a hero!"

"That is enough!"

"I've heard a great deal about you."

"You can have his job."

"Is she allowed to do that?"

"You fight good."

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all."

"You don't meet a girl like that every dynasty!"

"The greatest gift in honor is having you for a (enter whatever)"

"If you ask me she should've brought home a man!"

"Would you like to stay forever?"

"Dinner would be great."

low level growling in the distance ]]

" First off, you don't really train your child to use a toilet. You learn their schedule and show them that around those times they must use the bathroom."

" In a way, you're training  yourself. "

my lovely jess ]]

                         " That's simple..."

   A chance like that only came once in a life time and to be lucky enough to be asked to return with no strings attached and without being executed the moment they found her was pure luck.

   Rather the person who found her was an old colleague that found her, or one of the higher ups that manged to keep their mouths shut for all these years, they would be welcomed with open arms. She would draw them in to her home, perhaps make them some tea and let them get nice and cozy.

They would never see it coming.

(( So hey, seeing that I'm a horrible person who can't quiet seem to log into her roleplaying account and is now rusty, why not send in some wonderful -- and by wonderful I mean break her-- asks to Jezabel? That would be super.

and here is some shit to update my life for who ever feels like reading about it.