The War wages on

Our young red head brutor lies unconscious on her bed at the Ammold Estate, brought in by Joshua after slipping into unconsciousness in the summit in G-G. Joshua her first officer came and took her away from Curse for the time being to take her home. Home he had hoped for his captian would be a safe refuge from the torments that this his friend is facing. Too many times he has held her hand while she cried alone at night in anguish of her decisions, trying to do everything she can right by the two children under her care not worrying for her own. Perhaps this is her body finally giving in to all the stress that she has under gone in the last few months. He lays her down on the bed and softly moves her dreads out of her eyes, he takes her vitals and writes them down, as he whispers "I will be in a few to check on you Captian."

Deep inside our young brutors mind a silent war is waging as the stress of the last few months weigh heavy on her, the doctors do not know what is wrong with her. Her body is dying, her body cant take much more either can her mind. There is a silent war that wages inside of her right now, can she fight enough to over come it or will she fade into nothingness and just a memory. The Voices of good and evil, light and dark wage inside of her, how can she over come it she doesn't know.

"WHORE, you are nothing but a slaver, you are not Matari. You are just some Cartel pilot that creates evil where ever you go. "

"No, I am not, I am good, I do good things. I help my people, I am a good role model for the children. I AM MATARI!"

"Slave, oh little one, time for us to dish out your punishment. Happiness will always leave you, you are not worthy of love, you are nothing, you will never be anything."

"I am a good mother, and sister. I am a good partner and if Vulkor allows it hopefully more."

Evil laughter reigns through out her head "Oh my little Lit," Her body is strapped spread eagle to a table, as the sound of something winding up behind her as a whip cracks against her skin "Say it, say you are nothing" Again the whip cracks against her hip this time "I am the hunter, all I survey are prey to my hunger". The evil voice laughs "How many more are you going to hurt? How many more lives are you going to destroy Lit, how much more blood on your hands? "

The whip cracks against her again as blood sprays around as the girl that is tied to the table speaks " Fear them not, you bear my mark and my venom runs in your blood. No harm can they bring upon you." She shakes her head "No, I am good, I am Matari. I am someone I matter."
The whip strikes her hard from the base of her neck down to her back as a scream of pain comes out of her. The evil person walks to in front of and lifts her head up, sniffing all around her as she extends 3 inch claws from her hand "No, you are nothing and will never amount to nothing. You are not Matari and don't deserve happiness." The evil entity sinks her claws into the girls stomach, as a loud scream of pain comes out of her, a little light in the evil entities hand is there as the young brutor cries out "NOOOOOOOOO, give it back.....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Please.....give her back, don't take her from me."

Blood pours now down from her back from the whip marks as her stomach now bleeds onto the ground below them, her body lay limp on the table as the evil persona walks away light firmly wrapped around in her claws, as her her slowly lifts from the table "and it was learned that there is no good or evil in the universe, only the perfect balance between predator and prey...light and darkness... "

War continues to wage on in her mind and now it is matter of the strongest surviving, light or dark, prey or predator. Is her light gone? Will she wake up? Heavy is her heart and soul, for she has known a lot of pain and torment, her body lays weakened by it as she shows a strong front, inside she dies a little each time. She mutters under her breath "Syn......help me." As she lies on her bed.. The war inside her still goes on.