West Journey Tempest: Volume 2--Chapter 8

This is the eighth chapter of West Journey Tempest Volume 2, where Venetia encounters Axel once again and things are about to get 'steamy'....Hint, hint, wink, wink people. LOL! Please enjoy and hope you guys like it! P.S. Happy Labor Day, y'all!  --KatDon

Chapter 8: Black Hearted Woman

Monica entered a spacious airy ballroom with decorated in amber panels backed with gold leafs and mirrors, false windows with mirrors and mirrored glass on the opposite wall, making the hall more spacious and bright. Decorated in the typical baroque interior style, the hall is filled with gilded wall-carvings, complex gilded pieces on the doors, and ornamental patterns of stylized flowers. While wandering around, she could hear a melody of a song as a lullaby from a music box. That's when she begins to dance around like a ballerina, she did a pirouette. She spins around on one leg as she closed her eyes. She didn't know that she was being watched from the shadows as she felt uneasy. She turned around and gasped with horror to see the madame standing there with an expression. "What are you doing down here?" Madame Evelyn said with a dark smile on her face. Monica smiled weakly, "I just wanted to talk to you." She said. Madame Evelyn nodded, "Okay, let's talk. What do you wanna talk about?" She asked. "I can't really remember." Monica replied. Madame Evelyn gave her a look, "Oh, you can't remember? Allow me to refresh...Maybe it was about...Nana? Maybe it was about her. I think we should discuss on what should be done about her. I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done with dear, sweet Nana and I'd like to know what they are." She snapped. Monica thought for a moment, her fragile face streamed with tears now. "Well, I think... maybe... he should be taken to a therapist." She replied through her tears. Madame Evelyn walked over to her, "You think maybe he should be taken to a therapist? You think her mental health might be at stake.  You are concerned about her." She said with mockery. "Of course I am!" Monica said, trying to sound brightly. "Of course you are! Have you ever thought about what I've been through?" Madame Evelyn demanded. "W--what are you talking about?" Monica asked. "Have you ever had a single moment's thought about me? Have you ever thought, for a single solitary moment about how I was forced out from what happened to me when they found out about what Atlas and I have done? Who was the poor, unforunate soul that has done this? Do you have the slightest idea what happened to all of that money I gained? Do you? Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future, if I were to fail lose all the money? Has it ever occurred to you? Has it?!" Now in an emotional state; Monica has her weapon and swings it around as she cried out, "Stay away from me!" Madame Evelyn edged towards her as she enjoined, "Why?" Monica steps backwards while swinging her weapon at her, "I just wanna go back to my room! Well, I'm very confused, and I just need time to think things over!" But Madame Evelyn refused, "Like hell....I'm not gonna hurt you." She said calmly. Monica kept swining it, "Please! Don't hurt me!" She said in emotional gasps, "Stay away from me!" Madame Evelyn said in a serene yet psychotic sound in her voice, "Monica? Fidget girl? My dear, sweet, lovely babydoll....I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in. Gonna bash 'em right in! I'm not gonna hurt ya...Stay away from me! Don't hurt me! Stop swingin' it. Put the it down, Monica. Mona Lisa BabyDoll? Give it to me..." She reached for her but also in her other hand, she held a knife but Monica seized her wrist and knocked the knife as she hit Madame Evelyn hard but only once and Madame Evelyn fell to the floor but she wasn't yet unconscious as she was still active. "I will get you for this, you will be exiled by my hand." vowed the madame. Monica smirked at her, "You got a big surprise coming to you. You're not going anywhere! Go check out the news and you'll see what I mean. Go check it out." She dared. When Madame Evelyn heard this, she hurried away. Meanwhile, Venetia went to retrieve some sort of fragments in the fountain so she kicks off her shoes and begins to take off her clothes as she didn't know she was being watched. The figure's transfixed gaze to her as Venetia strip down to her lingerie. Then she steps over the lip of the fountain and lowers herself into it. She gasps at the unexpectedly cold water, but doesn’t hesitate to plunge her face beneath the surface. After getting the pieces, Venetia scrambles back into her clothes. Then she gathers up her sandals, tucks them under her arm, picks up the fragments and puts them in her skirt pocket, takes up the vase of flowers and marches back towards the house. That night, Axel had a dream: He saw that the sirens were screaming so loud and the fires of Inferno are howling way down in the valley of the shadow of death tonight. A man in the shadows with a bullet in his eye and a blade he held that shined so bright. There's evil in the air and there's thunder in sky. A killer's on the bloodshot streets, down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising while a young boy down in the gutter who starting to foam in the heat. There he saw the Devil as a gentleman, not some savage that tortures people in Hell. He views what he has done to mankind over the years with pride, not contempt. Generally when the devil appears before someone, he does so dressed as a businessman, not the typical horns and pitchfork demon. He seem to believe that it is mankind’s fault for these atrocities, not some outside force. The Devil’s gift to man was free will and critical thinking, but in the end he forced the hand that needed to be forced — it’s a tough job to kill a boy after you watched him cry for his father. The Devil made sure that the Lord was executed after the Caesar was supposed to wash his hands to seal His fate. The Devil was right with the devious dictator throughout the nightmarish event. He was in the battle field, leading a lightning war as they attacks through the world of which tanks were an important part. The bodies stinking most likely refer to the millions of the innocents killed in the camps. They believe that The Devil--who was known as The Light Bringer--is the creator of the Earth and humans. They believe the King of all Kings is a lie made up to deceive mankind away from its true creator: The Devil! The angel whose name means Light Bringer was once on good terms with the Heavenly Father, but his vanity led him to attempt a coup, resulting in his banishment to hell. So, even though he now is Heavenly Father’s nemesis, they were once companions. The Devil and his companions toured the world while putting on shows, seemingly forever, with no break. Over the years tormenting others and creating followers for him had taken a toll on the Devil but he can never get enough of it all. No matter how often the Devil complains about the difficulty of life on the road, it’s not really true, because he needs the rush of being on the stage, in front of the crowds, like he always does. Something weird was going on and she then saw torture and horror right before her. He ran for her life as the images flashed through his head: Six hundred and sixty six. The number of the beast from the sea of the first of two symbolic beasts. He observed some type of demonic ritual and is very shaken up by it. This could be coming to terms on her state of mind but he swore he thought he saw the fire coming from Gehenna! And the image from his mind will not go away--He saw witnessed a demonic ritual. It was pretty scary. The demons are sacrificing humans to eternal doom, "Am I awake or am I asleep?" He thought. If he is awake, then he has to inform the police. He delusions herself into believing that she's starting become one of them! In his hallucination, he changes and becomes the beast itself, leaving a sinister final message to the world. And he faints but he woke up to see an eternal night encroaches and saw the ignition the fires of Hades. He saw a world engulfed in flame as people burn in hell, visions of people with bloody eyes in burning fury, flesh peeling off of bones, they are dying and weeping as they head for the grave as their souls are fried by the blaze. He saw the place where all evil dwells as man and beast are one. Lie those infernal gates of the damned, those are the seven gates of Hell. The cry of a zombie is heard while it raids the body of a soul. He saw that the innocence being tortured by the wicked as he was sent to Hell, where the Devil welcome him to the eternal torment and laughed at the man's pain as his soul was burning forever! He woke up with a start, but he knew he couldn't hide it all away anymore.

That night, Venetia was hosting a feast of free food which consisted of hamburgers, chicken, pasta, French toast, seafood, steak, barbecue ribs, and fish. But she had to deal with her the new members of her gang: Teague, Artha, and some other weirdos. Sighing, Venetia turns away and moves briskly towards the library. It’s dark in the library until Venetia has closes the door behind her and switched on the desk-lamp. She turned as she gasped, startled to see who it was. "I knew I'd find you here, Venetia." Axel said, inclining on the sofa. "What are you doing here? Came back to torture me some more?" Venetia asked. Axel got up, he advances tentatively into the room. Venetia crosses almost the full width of the room, before turning to face him. "Well?" Venetia demanded. "What? You don't miss me? After all I put you through and like karma, ironically, you do the same to me? You and me are in a bad romance, Tia." Axel remarked. "We never had a romance, at all. It was more like a...a..." Venetia couldn't find the words, she could not forget the tension. Axel step towards her, "A tension?" He inquired. "No, not really...I mean, well yes." Venetia admitted reluctantly. Axel looked over at her, "Really? I thought I was seeing things when I saw you strip down to your underwear and bra. How you step over the lip of the fountain and lowers herself into it. The way you gasp at the unexpectedly cold water, but you don’t hesitate to plunge your face beneath the surface." He mused. Venetia looked at him with a skeptical expression, "How did you--?" She started to say but Axel walks around her, not touching her skin as he rants a little more in a seductive manner, "After getting the pieces, you scramble back into your clothes. Then you gather up your shoes and your things before you march back towards the house." Venetia looked at him with a horrified expression, "You were watching me...Stalking, I should've known!" She said. Axel chuckled darkly, "I know. But isn't stalking love, Veneita? Hmm? Venetia, Venetia, you're like the white lead...You're poisonous but some how you give such a nice pale complexion." He noted, "They called white lead a beautiful name.....Venetian ceruse." Venetia nods, "Yes. Her Highness Elizabeth wore that but it caused damaged to her because of the poison. That's what you think I've done to you?" She quiped. Axel begins to inch towards her as she begins to back gradually into a dark corner where she’s up against the bookshelf. "No, you're not a Venetian ceruse. You're a belladonna is what you are." He remarked. "I'm many things, maybe I am a poison....A toxin, like....Like everything I touch dies in front of me...I mean, oh! Just look at me....You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? You knew before I did." She said. "Why are you crying?" asked Axel, "I mean no harm. All I want to do is one thing...." He reaches out and draws her to him, until he pushes her back into the corner and starts tearing at her shirt before he links his hands around her neck. She turns her head sharply, biting her lip however Axel hissed softly, "Look at me, girl." Venetia did with hesitation. "I only want is to kiss your sweet, moist snatch, darling Tia." He whispered. Venetia gasps as she tries to move away but Axel starts crushing her against the corner. He takes her wrist and holds it back against the wall. Trying to move away but fails, Venetia buries her face in his chest and he drags her head up by the hair. Just then, the door opens. Venetia and Axel freeze as they saw a demon entering as it try to attack them both but Axel protected her from the monster and fights the demon. During the battle, the demon taunted him with such foul, sensuality comments. He was on a roll today since of his dark nature and what he saw between him and Venetia. "Are you gonna slap me in the face with your pecker, big boy?" The creature crowed. Axel glared at it and said, "I'll slap you with this, monster!" The demon laughed, "Well Peaceful Sabbath, somebody's initiated!" It growled with excitement. Axel smirked, "Initiated into slaying your kind!" He said and attacked the demon but the monster dodged it and cackled again. "Awww, whatcha gonna do? You're gonna give me that wood, darling? Gonna bonk my hussy little mouth?" It taunted crudely. Venetia nearly laughed, "Bonk? Hussy? Now that's crossing the line!" She commented. That's when she kicked off her shoes and fought the demon. She managed to get back to the others while Axel flee from that place.

In the interval time; Madame Evelyn trembled as she saw what was on the news as Sianna was telling her story about the Madame: While being with her, Madame Evelyn was being too nice! Her co-workers start rolling in late and blowing through deadlines, and Sianna doesn’t get the feedback she needs. It could cost her a raise if she spends all year being praised only to find out at her performance review that she’s not all that impressed with Sianna's work. She’s just nice. Then; her boss has no idea what her job is, or how to be a manager. So when she jumps in and tells you you’re doing everything wrong. Well, she wasn’t. The madame was alienating staff and customers. She can’t use Blind Carbon Copy. She can’t lead a meeting. She says things like “Let’s email it on the social media network.” She’s embarrassing. In awhile, things change in the Madame: Madame Evelyn was hurting Sianna's career by failing to provide feedback and direction and giving her negative performance reviews. Madame Evelyn can be managed, manipulated, and massaged to her advantage. Madame Evelyn wants to read every email she send. Madame Evelyn doesn’t want her to carbon copy her—she wants to stand over her shoulder and dictate. She typed a schedule for washing coffee cups. She has strong ideas about the how toner should be replaced. She is driving Sianna insane. Madame Evelyn has no idea what any of her direct reports do for a living. Sianna couldn't help but ask her a specific question about what she should be working on, and the Madame replies with vague platitudes and off-the-wall suggestions. Stupid Madame Evelyn, she has no idea what this job does. One of the staff members has a brilliant new idea, and Madame Evelyn told her that the others can implement it by next week. Sianna will do all the other projects as well, of course. She was just “fit it in,” maybe take lunch at her desk, and it’ll be fine. That's how the Madame sees it. And when Sianna makes a mistake at work; Madame Evelyn takes the pleasure as she had told the whole office about it, loudly. Sianna feels as if she is getting ulcers and losing her grip from the stress. And she is certainly not getting a raise. Then, it got even worse week by week later, Madame Evelyn files a freedom of information request seeking the balance in the district's account. Because her family spends away money in such an account, she assumes that the school district does the same thing. She wants to approve every news release issued by the school district, and wants final editing rights on the school district newsletter. She votes to assign members of the board to district classrooms for the purpose of evaluating other workers. Madame Evelyn begins her tenure by telling cooks what to serve in the work lunch program. She spills all the details of an executive session on negotiations to the union. She also requests a master key so that she can randomly visit rooms and offices at night and weekends. Even helping those special needs kids is where she doesn't show her kindness for them--As she claims she has a 'soft spot' for them: She shows little concern for the children, denies the existence of the child, blames the child for their problems in school and the parents for raising them. She asks staff and caregivers to use harsh physical discipline if the child misbehaves. Madame Evelyn sees the child as entirely bad, worthless, or burdensome. She demands a level of physical or academic performance the child cannot achieve. And looks primarily to the child for care, attention, and satisfaction of emotional needs. Even Sianna notices the children are changing by the abuse and oppression that Madame Evelyn has done them: They show sudden changes in behavior or school performance, they not received help for physical or medical problems brought to the parents’ attention, they begin to have problems of difficulty concentrating that cannot be attributed to specific physical or psychological causes. They are always watchful, as though preparing for something bad to happen and lacks adult supervision. They are overly compliant, passive, or withdrawn, they refuse to come back to that place. Madame Evelyn rarely touches the children or looks at them, the relationship entirely negative and states they don't like her. Then, Sianna told Monica, Una, and the others about how Madame Evelyn played a role in the three tragedies in Lorelai's life. For example, her sister Emina that was murdered in a hurricane. Turns out that it was caused by Madame Evelyn. Second, Lorelai's favorite teacher, Mr. Semolina, was found dead as his throat was torn opened. It turns out to be Madame Evelyn hand gagged him, then with a blade, she slit his throat and killed him but only witness saw this as this was the madame's assistant name Effie, who went insane and died from jumping off a cliff. Third and last was Lorelai's crush turned lover name Asmund was tortured to death, which was on Madame Evelyn's orders. It seems Madame Evelyn had played a part in Lorelai's transformation into the evil sorceress and Queen of all Manannggals! This posh, fish face and narcissistic yet selfish woman had never liked Lorelai when she first came to the university and freaked out when she first met her. She pretended to be nice and kind to Lorelai but she plots to cause destruction for her because she believes she's a demon, monster, or a witch but it is the Madame who is nothing more than a demoness, a monstrous witch who doesn't care about anyone but herself. That's when the day came when Monica suggested to go see Atlas, who is a politician and a 'good man' so that's what they did. There they meet a tall man with wisps of white hair and a seemingly friendly person. Monica and Nana are greeted by Atlas where they decide to talk to him in private. Once alone, Monica and Nana looked at each other with nervous expressions. "I'm here... we're here to alert you that something bad is happening..." Monica started to say but Atlas cuts in, "I already know why you've come." He said. Monica was amazed however he also adds, "Of course, you must prove yourself..." Monica was confused, "But how?" She asked. "Oh, I don't know. Something to test you adeptness..." He said, thinking for a moment but he snapped his fingers, "I know! Madame Evelyn, come forth!" Monica and Nana turned around, "Madame Evelyn?" Monica gasped. Atlas smiled, "I believe you're well acquainted with my new secretary." He said. Monica and Nana couldn't believe it, "Secretary?" They both said in unison. Madame Evelyn smiled, "Oh, yes dearest, I've risen up in the world. You'll find that Mr. Atlas is a very generous man. If you do something for him, he'll do much for you." She said. "What do you want me to do?" Monica asked. Atlas brought a young boy who looked mentally challenged: "Well, this is one of my patients, Atlas. He looks so sad and cannot make a sound. I believe maybe he needs some treatment." He said. He put some pads on the boy, who wasn't unfazed by it until the electric shocks made him feel pain. The little boy screams and begins to twitch. Monica got scared, "What happened? Is something wrong?" She asked. Madame Evelyn shook her head, "No just a phase of the demonstration, dearie." She assured her. Nana was frightened by this sight, "No, stop you're hurting him!" She protested. Just then, the boy was emotionless however there was something different in his eyes. Blood thirsty feeling. "As done it." Atlas announced. "How can we turn him to his normal self?" Nana asked. "Did you two planned all this?" Madame Evelyn smiled at the boy, "They make perfect experiments, don't they?" She said to Atlas. Nana was horrified, "Experiments?!" She gasped. Atlas smirked, "You're right, that's a harsh word... how about weapons? That's what they'll be really. They'll go around the world and kill all the people of race, culture, and religion....Those subhuman mongrels! The world is your oyster, now! You have so many opportunities. You both do." He said. Nana was shocked, she could not believe it and she remembered her past: "NO!" She shouted. Then, she turned and run away! "Nana!" Madame Evelyn called out. Monica called out for her too, "Nana! I am so sorry, Mr. Atlas. I'll get her back! Nana, wait!" She went after her! Atlas was worried that she would exposed them and they would lose the money they gained for tormenting children of their conditions: "We have to get her back. She knows too much." Atlas said. Madame Evelyn put a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll handle it." She assured him. Just then, Madame Evelyn was about to kidnapped Nana however Lorelai cries out a spell, then she leaps down as she said: "Madame Evelyn! I thought I ran into you here." Madame Evelyn couldn't believe it, "Lorelai! You're alive?!" She gasped. "What did you do to him?" Lorelai demanded. Madame Evelyn stuck her nose in the air, "It was for his own good." She replied. "If this is for his own good, then why is he screaming?" demanded Lorelai. "It's just the procedure, that's all." Madame Evelyn answered, "What else should we done?" Furious, Lorelai cried out: "Well, somebody has to... HELP THE SPECIAL NEEDS CHILDREN!!!" She shouted. She used spells and magic as Madame Evelyn was frightened, "What's happening?" She gasped. Then came the most horrible tragedy: Annora Peters was born a successful young woman. By age six she began trying her hand at her fame. Thereafter, she was taught by famous trainer and boyfriend name Sergei. That night she was experiencing a lot of anxiety in anticipation. She is growing up. She depicts the thinking of a girl. Because a young girl doesn’t see life the way it actually is, she sees just the good parts of it. Annora confesses that she used to see life the same way, but now she doesn’t. She is not a woman yet, but she’s also not a girl any more. She past over the phase when she was said what to do. Now she thinks for herself. She sees the world with her own eyes and she has her own vision. Even though she embraces a more image she’s still the same Annora. Now she’s just looking for who she wants to be. And she assures us that she will find her way. Since Annora is in fact a primadonna girl, she wants everything. Annora really can’t do anything about her egotism; it’s not a flaw, it’s her personality, and the world just has to deal with it! In her eyes, she does no wrong. It’s simply everyone else who is wrong! Even through all the stuff she puts you through, you still keep coming back. She’s asserting her dominance, Annora doesn’t care about any consequences, because to the primadonna girl, there are no consequences. She’s aware that she’s a diva, but in her eyes, she sees no wrong in that. Even though she lives such a pompous lifestyle, underneath the big ego is a girl who is genuinely struggling with herself. Life isn’t necessarily a breeze when you’re a primadonna girl; Annora could be saying that either life is so repetitively hedonistic that it’s not much fun anymore, or that it’s incredibly difficult and strenuous, what with everything she does to keep being a successful star. She doesn’t just want your attention span used up on her, she wants the attention you have. She doesn’t just want her boyfriend to love her, she wants him to adore her and spend all his time with her. Because she’s a primadonna girl, she wants everything that people are capable of giving, and often, still more than that. Annora Peters has decided to be someone who all the boys love and adore, even if it’s not the real her. As a primadonna, Annora commands all of the boys' attentions, as well as all their cameras' memory spaces. And she adores the feeling of being desirable. She’s a primadonna girl, she can’t help but want things! And she’s successful at getting what she wants. All she has to do is butter up the person she’s going to ask, and then pop the pretty question. That’s how, even though she doesn’t deserve her privileges, she has them. Her life is dreamy and glamorous, as if she were the star of her own show, or the main character on the stage. And she absolutely loves it. The primadonna girl has her successes and failures, even though she craves only successes. As long as Annora gets all the power and all the material possessions in the end, she’s willing to do anything. Society really doesn’t want to spend its time appeasing the unappeasable primadonna girl, but Annora can’t stand for that. Even when the lights dim and the curtains close, she’ll be hopelessly spinning around and trying to catch attention. It wasn't until she found comments about her that read: "Annora Peters is a selfish bitch who is going to get what she deserves, she is a pathetic little good girl who should die friendless and alone!" Annora is shocked as she doesn't know what is going on. She learns that she is competiting with a new girl who is much more prettier. In walked in Kayla, mysterious and gorgeous while also nice. Too nice. She has large breasts and an hourglass figure. Annora doesn’t completely fit this mold she doesn’t feel valued in society. She resembled a thin model with no extra weight, Annora realizes she will never quite live up to the unrealistic image of Kayla. Annora is jealous of Kayla because she looks beautiful and is attracting the guy of her dreams, Sergei, and she’s ashamed of admitting her enviousness. Annora cannot help but have a desire as she wants everything that Kayla has so that Kayla will come to her. She wants to figure out why Sergei seduce other women and not her. She wants to drown herself in the women’s perfume because she believes that Sergei is attracted to her for the way she smells and is causing her pain. "I wish I was her. Why do you love her and not me?" She thought while watching Kayla with Sergei. She feels the same emotions of restlessness that is usually linked with having a crush on someone. In this case, she can’t sleep or get peace for a different reason: Sergei is rebuffing her feelings by being with Kayla. Annora doesn’t need Sergei's company to enjoy herself tonight, and she’s also convincing him and herself that she will not need him in her life again. Tonight, her goal is to erase her troubles and enjoy herself with Kayla. On her night out she’s gonna come across a brand new guy that will make her completely forget about her troubles with her current lover. Everyone’s gonna be talking about this night and how she’s completely obliterating the memory of the guy that’s messed with her by having a fun night with her girls, and hooking up with new guys. He had it coming, though, he knew that the day would come where she would get up, leave, and do it on her own. She pushes the buttons even more to express that she’s had enough, and that she’s doing perfectly fine without him in her life. She’ll be fine without the guy trying to bother her and ruin her evening, she’s got her girls and that’s what matters. However; something changes as she didn’t expect it to happen and it wasn’t her idea but because she was so drunk, it gave her the confidence to kiss a girl and not feel awkward about it. Basically, Annora was probably drunk, and is therefore confused with what she should do. It is hard for her to just kiss boys. It seems the traditional view of orientation being a fixed trait was mostly determined through research conducted on men. Girls, on the other hand, seem to have a fluid orientation, falling in and out of love with both genders over a lifetime — thus being magical while her kissing a girl and liking it is actually quite the norm, and really is no big deal. She just wanted to try to get a taste of how it feels like to kiss a girl. Annora also worries that her boyfriend won’t take this issue up quite seriously allegedly labelling her. However, it was a dream and Kayla was amused to hear it. But she is going to pursue her desires over what logic and reason are advising her to do. The feeling of commitment that the person in this song is experiencing when faced with this sudden decision as good emotions that also come along with the constricting ones – perhaps going along with the love she feels for Sergei. Annora has come to terms that Sergei doesn’t love her and never will. She questions why she continues to fool herself into thinking this person will love her and to thinking that this relationship would work out in her favor. Annora doesn’t want to hear the excuses Sergei has however she isn’t ignorant to her lover’s lies and doesn’t see the point of what he’s saying. She’s generally hurt by the things he has said to her. This is more of she fell in love with Sergei and he’s saying that they’ll always still be friends. She criticizes her significant other’s pride and cowardice, which prevents him from ending the relationship. Annora is in denial and doesn’t want to put the relationship to an end. She knows that both her and Sergei won’t end it, so suggest that they pretend everything is going well. It’s just that Sergei cannot commit to her and only ever wants her when he is drunk or when they have contact. She doesn’t feel as if she completes him. She doesn’t want to know the truth because she’s tried for this relationship and can’t let go of what they may have once had. She strives for perfection and will not accept anything less. She is very bitter and feels she can’t let go of the relationship and her need for perfection as she realized this was a bad decision. She regrets breaking up and misses being part of the relationship. Annora was upset with her partner, but feels she overreacted by breaking up. She now wants to move on and forget about the breakup, but can’t let go of what has happened. She wants more and more so she doesn’t feel sad. She doesn’t want materialistic goods, she wants something from the heart. She wants love. For a far unexplained reason, Annora has been purged from a relationship that she is emotionally seized to. However, she’s wasted her time trying to be in a relationship with someone she simply cannot have. She feels stupid for investing so much time in an unrequited love, and now she’s fragile. Fearful of being hurt again. She’s finally starting to give up on her task at hand, she wishes to become unnoticeable. Instead of her having to deal with herself, she’s passing it to her children. She realizes the destruction she has created, and just wants to be far from it. She wants to give affection to the person, but she gives too much. This happens with so many people that other people even say that she’s clingy. Even though she likes the attention, she does not have feelings for him anymore.

Sometimes people are scared when they’re alone. She understands that it seems selfish of her to ask for another night with him since she was the one who broke their relationship off. Annora is searching for a reason to keep coming back to this guy. She gives lame excuses that she’s bored with him, but yet she still keeps coming around. As if she’s lying. Annora broke up with him, so she’s not really looking for a man to hold on to, she could’ve had him—but yet she cant stay away. Even though she broke up with her lover, she wants him to hold her through the night and to help her get over him. This results in her doing this several times over a longer period of time, breaking up in the mornings and getting together in the evening, indulging in an evil, never-ending circle. However; Sergei was black-balled because of his association with her and he quit training her! While Annora is with her overprotective mother name Nancy Peters; Nancy doesn’t reassure Annora when she is frightened but instead reinforces her fears and puts some of her own into her in order to make sure she will come running to her when threatened so she can protect her. Her paranoia and overprotectiveness is only damaging Annora’s self esteem and social skills, making her think she needs her approval for everything. Her mother attempts to police her whereabouts on what she says or does as Annora becomes afraid to be vulnerable with other people in part because of her mother putting her fears into her. All the things she was deprived of while being sheltered from the world. Annora didn’t feel like herself trying to maintain her past innocent image and this has robbed her of herself up until this point. She drastically changed her image, and was introducing a new look of herself, who is more mature, almost a woman, but at the same time much more sexier. Being sheltered prevented her from understanding who she was and what she wanted. She prefers to make mistakes and figure things out on her own than to feel restricted by authorities her whole life. Her mother is telling her how she should about what image to present to the public. She doesn’t feel the image she’s presenting is actually what she’s like though and wants to truly be herself now. Annora has decided that now is the time for her to get the things she’s been deprived of while being sheltered. Annora is sick of her overprotective mother, she is sick at how Nancy is suffocating her emotionally and left her out of anger! That's when Annora discovers that Bree is in the hospital for attempting to take her own life a few weeks ago and goes to see her. In these past weeks, Bree has been using it for so long that she has started believing that this mask is the real her. The pain that she feels, as she tries to convince whereas if she tries to touch them, in the sense she tries to meddle with her persona, she feels the bitter pain of it being so badly broken now. Her persona wants to make her believe that what she is going through is fake, and when she has gone through it all she will then understand that it wasn’t real. She’s wondering if people would love her looks or her actual personality. She’s in love with a Sergei but they knew that a relationship between them couldn’t work well, so he had to leave. But, she’s not able to let him go. She’s tormented by thoughts of him every day, and she knows she’s being childish by holding onto his memory this long, but she feels she needs to have him with her until the memories leave by themselves. Her emotional wounds won’t get better, and it hurts so bad emotionally that she thinks she can physically feel it, and that there’s too much time that she’s put into this thing that it’s unable to be erased. She and this guy were very close, and losing him was like losing a part of her. Time can’t erase the wounds of her loss, and she doesn’t know it but she’s opening the wounds by holding on to him. She loved him very much, and cared deeply about him. Then, he left her, and she became nothing. She never realized how much she needed him until the day he left, and she can’t stop wanting him back, her mind is slowly slipping into insanity. His presence, his grace, how he made her feel, made him her whole world. She’s then taken apart after he’s gone, with only shattered memories of the past times they had, to hold on to! Memories of him are slowly driving her insane. Images of him haunt her, and she hears his voice in her mind. She can’t help needing him, but she is desperately trying to hang on to what she has left of her sanity. She knows that their relationship had been a bad idea from the beginning, and she’d had to protect him from his fears, and she never got anything back, but she unwittingly gave all of herself to him. And now that he’s gone, she can’t live knowing that he’s not here. It wasn't until Annora is shocked by more hateful letter as she went to confess to Bree, who was in the hospital, and told her: "I know you hate me, but we were best friends once and I need you to read this. I think I'm in serious trouble and there's nothing you can do, but I need you to read this so you understand. I know we haven't talked in awhile. It's been forever, but what happened to you wasn't my fault. At least it wasn't entirely my fault. I know everyone thinks it was, but I would never do anything to hurt you." Bree looked at her with a glare, "You betray me..." She said. Annora looked down, "I know...I'm so sorry." She admitted. That's when the unexpected happens: She has cut herself, and is bleeding while screaming: "You're perfect! I'm not! You've become obsessed with the spotlight are now simply the puppets of others, the fool everybody laughs at!" Annora is horrified and ran off! She arrives at home and she is paranoid of her stalkers has stopped outside her house. So she’s locking the door and not looking back because she’s scared. She’s getting changed — undressing in the dark and not letting them see her, hiding from them. They’ll never know the way that what they’ve said has freaked her out and made her paranoid. She can’t believe they’d try and get her to do the things they want her to do, which is whatever the stalker’s demands are. They’re haunting her in her dreams and she’s terrified. They’ve all got her. She can’t sleep, because then she’ll experience these nightmares. They think she belongs to them. They’ve got her cornered, so just come out and get it over. She paid the price for choosing a sensational life of phenomenal and vigor. No one wants to be stalked or harassed! The people watching her might want to intrude but can people really see her? She fears anyone calling her at all. Everyone could be watching! Everyone is a suspect! She fears of being watched by authorities. The feeling persists, she has too much time on her hands and she spends it alone. Perhaps it’s a bad dream or she’s tired and is experiencing sleep hallucination. And yet whatever she does can be seen by everyone. And the people she loves are those that she fears and her life no longer belongs to her! Annora wished she was a blonde in her teen years, she thinks that she was robbed of the ideal teenage girl’s dream; popular, surrounded by boys, always going to parties or hanging out with her friends. She wants to go back in time to waste her life as a teenager. She wants to make mistakes, and worry about petty things, and rebel just because she can. She is depressed, she doesn't want to go out or deal with the world. She wants the drama and carnage that come with being a stereotypical teenager, and naturally, she also wants to eat rich, fattening desserts all day. She knows that the happy and carefree teen doesn’t exist, but that’s exactly what she wanted to be. She faked it all throughout her teen years, yet she wishes she hadn’t been so innocent and transparent. Annora wants to be nice and virginal because, to everyone else, that seems more desirable than being an easy harlot with promiscuous behavior. She wants back her chastity, and the empowerment it gives because she feels so empty. She wants to get hammered, she wishes she wasn’t so careful and that she did those immature things. She wants passion and violence, but she also enjoys the simple things. Annora feels like she’s destroyed her chance to have her simple moments and she'll hate herself for it. She has that high school loser feeling bad about herself, but also feels like she’s a narcissist! She was incredibly disoriented, having found that being a teen was actually a really confusing ordeal. She was supposed to be testing her limits, she was supposed to be happy, going out there and making a fool of herself while she was still an adolescent. But instead, she stayed sensible and has made a fool of herself in the future. Now, she regrets wasting so many years of her life not doing fun things. Youth, in general is supposed to be a carefree time. Full of friends, happiness. But since Annora never really had any of this, and spent all of her time worrying and hating herself she never experienced much joy in her short adolescence. Annora wishes people looked up to her when she was a teenager. She wished everyone liked her and gave her respect. She wanted to be invited to all the coolest parties. She wishes she was actually interested in trying to be Prom Queen in highschool. When she was 16, Annora didn’t do what anyone else did. She was so outcasted, instead of doing things like running for prom queen, she was out looking for answers to religion, instead of enjoying the life of a teen. She feels like taking her own life. All her youth years was wasted because she didn’t make anything out of it. She wished that she had a teenage lifestyle where she’d be a happy, rebellious teenager. Annora wished she had been in her teen years, which gives her a sense of how it feels to be alive. After Annora had complete adolescence, she realizes that all along instead of wanting change, she wanted death all along. And so after her period of youth, she comes to realize that she is alive. She doesn’t care about her youth anymore, and she’s looking to the future now. And she lost herself inside her mind. She feels like a doll with no mind of their own and a forced smile. She has a hole inside of her, which means something is missing. From the day of her birth, she has had this void. This space of emptiness, that cannot be filled or destroyed. Annora was a caring and happy child as a start, but as she grew older, she became aware of the world’s dangers at an earlier age than most. Everybody is missing a piece of themselves, changed to suit the fakeness of that world. There’s no friendship or happiness, just emptiness and void. She wants to start all over again from the beginning, Annora is used to this sort of thing, having to cling to her drugs or dolls or such to make it through life. This isn’t anything new to her, she goes down into oblivion and is done with everything. There is something missing in her life, she feels the void while hanging with all her fake friends. She’s being friends with identities that she doesn’t relate to at all. Even she puts on a mask that conceals her true self, adding to the sense of mystery. This could be the low point in her life. Her depression, her hopelessness. She takes green tablets for the morning, blue capsules in the afternoon, and yellow gelcaps in the evening. Just to give herself some peace but with all these pills; they cannot make her happy and she gets rid of them. Everything from her is not fine, she hallucinates as she could hear those hurtful words again: "Annora Peters is a selfish bitch who is going to get what she deserves, she is a pathetic little good girl who should die friendless and alone!" She looked around her apartment where she can see there is nothing but saw herself as somebody different, someone more beautiful and perfect but it was nothing like her. More like Kayla, who was laughing and talking with Sergei. Annora shouted: "What the hell are you doing with him?!" But she turned to her and said, "What does it look like you pathetic, good girl? I'm here with your boyfriend. You think anybody's gonna love you, you're disgusting. Nobody wants to be around a selfish, friendless bitch." Sergei and Kayla laughed at her, then Annora could hear more laughter as she couldn't see where it was coming from. "What's going on?" She thought with a panic. The laughter died down where her mother is hugging her as she whispers to her daughter, "I won't let them hurt you sweetheart. You are my good girl. You don't need friends, you don't have to put on an act to please others." Annora tried to pull away however Nancy won't let go and Annora pushed her away as she shouted, "I AM NOT YOUR SWEETHEART!!!!!" Just then, she is arrested and is brought before Bree, who is a judge, as she condemns Annora for selfishness and hurting people who loved her, and then sentences her to be exposed by stripping her clothes off. Annora covered herself but gasped at how her body is branded with words on her skin: "LIAR", "TRAITOR", "THIEF", "SELFLESS BITCH", "PATHETIC", "FRIENDLESS", and "ALONE". People chanting: "ANNORA IS A LIAR!!!! ANNORA IS A TRAITOR!!! ANNORA IS A THIEF!!!! ANNORA IS A SELFLESS BITCH!!!!!" ANNORA IS PATHETIC!!!!! ANNORA IS A FRIENDLESS LONER!!!!"" She saw Kayla, Sergei, Nancy, and Bree also chanting as she covered her ears. And she screamed, "I JUST WANT TO BE FAMOUS, LEAVE ME BE---I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!!" And she runs out screaming. She runs while she tries to escape her personal demons: Being replaced, being dumped, being smothered too much, and being betrayed. Nobody else could see the branded words on her skin. She felt paranoid, delusional and then she was later discovered by authorities where she slept near an alley way as she being guided away. She lied there motionless in that room of the facility. And she died on the inside.

She went to go and meet the lady who runs the mansion inn by an eccentric woman by the name of Mrs. Thyone Von Berg. Mrs. Von Berg invites her in as she gives a tour. During the tour, Monica noticed how huge and big it is. "There's someone else here who has the same powers as you." said Mrs.Von Berg. Monica looks at her, "Who is it?" She inquired. Mrs. Von Berg glanced at her and smiled, "You'll meet that person soon." said Mrs. Von Berg. Monica was lead by Mrs. Von Berg. She informs her of how she will have a bodyguard. Monica was surprised, "I don't need one. I'll be fine." She said. Mrs. Von Berg strictly told her not to argue and accept this request. Monica accepts as she was staying for the night at this woman's place. After all, she wants to meet the person who has the same powers as she. In the afternoon; the boy was a tall young man with somewhat tan skin and brown hair and eyes. His hair has bangs that lead towards the right of his face and he is always shown with a serious face. Monica smiles at him, relieved as she begins to warm up to him. "Hello, my name is Monica. What's your name?" asked Monica. The stoic young man glanced at her. Then he replies, "Malcom Ignance." Monica nods, "Malcom, huh." She said with a nod. "I'm glad you're my bodyguard, it gets scary around here when I'm alone." Monica replied. Malcom nods, he didn't say anything else when he mysteriously vanished. She looked around when she heard a scream as she looked out the window: She saw someone fall out of a window from the other side and fall into the pool. Monica is scared, she runs out to save the person who fell out. However, she is chased by a masked person with a pair of large blade and Monica managed to escape from him. She came across a lab but she found Malcom clutching his arm, blood poured from it. Monica approached towards him, she couldn't believe it was him. And saw he was bleeding pretty badly from his arm. "What's wrong? Are you OK?" Monica asked. Malcom grimaced, "I'm fine. This is nothing." He said. Monica felt bad, "Here, let me help." She said. She managed to find iodine, white bandages to wrap around it and managed to cover the wound. While she did this, Malcom stared at her in amazement. Monica noticed as she smiles. However, once again Malcom disappeared. Monica was annoyed, but she explored around the mansion. She discovered many horrors: While washing her hands, she discovered blood and maggots coming out of the sink! She heard a glass break as she found some sort of fleshy, blood stained mess of an experiment from a beaker. Then, she found a taxidermized corpse in the closet and its lifeless eyes opened as it try to attack Monica, but she fought back and it became like straw. The worst part was when Monica was attacked by a manannggal who pounced and laughed at her horrified expression. "Oh...Monica, dear and sweet Mon--ica...I've...always......admired your beauty, my dear. l've always loved you. You will love me. You will." The monster growled, pinning her to the wall. Monica struggled in his grasp as she chokes out, "Please! Please stop! Let me go!" The monster laughs at her suffering, "That's it, my dearest Mon--ica......more passion!" It said. "Oh my god!" Monica cried. "Yes, my love!" The monster laughed. Monica didn't know how this creature knows him as she struggles away but Malcom shot the monster from behind. Monica was shocked, she slid down against the wall and saw him. "You saved me after I cleansed and bandaged your wound?" Monica gasped. Malcom's stoic face softens, "Nobody else has done that for me. Just wanted to give you my gratitude." He admitted softly. Monica smiles, "...Thank you." She said. Malcom nods, but soon he disappeared again. Monica was perplexed by the mysterious boy. Just then, Monica found Mrs. Von Berg where she comforted her and gave her something to drink to calm her. Monica complied but the drink is drugged as she passed out. Malcom watches from afar, he could see all of that but determination crossed his face. In a dream; Monica is dressed in a beautiful pink dress that is strapless as she wears a light bolero-type jacket over it, a peach sheer kind of fabric, with pintucks down the front, and a ruffly skirt while wearing jeweled shoes on her feet. She looked around in the ballroom where she found a figure and danced with him. She waltz with him when she saw Malcom's face, who whispers: "Beware of Von Berg. Don't be afraid, Monica." With a start, Monica woke up wearing a close-fitting black dress with a high collar, buttons up the front, and flows outward in a full, pleated skirt. She also wears stockings and sparkly shoes. Monica looked around, "Where am I?" She wondered. She looked down at the outfit she was wearing, "And why am I dressed in this?" She wondered. So, she looked around as she saw the man with the blade chasing her however she is saved by Malcom. He shot the man with the blade and helped Monica escaped. Monica couldn't believe he saved her again however she was going to put her foot down. "Why do you always have to disappear on me?" She asked. Malcom stopped, "What do you want to know?" He said. "Just...Enough with the games, why do you disappear like magic and leave me hanging?" Monica inquired, "Is anything wrong? Do you like me?" Malcom turned to her, "I don't know...Is anything right? Do I not like you?" He said. Monica gave him a look, "Seriously?" She said. Malcom changed the subject: "Did anyone ever tell you where you got your powers from?" He asked. Monica snapped her attention at him, "Why?" Just then, a swarm of bugs came in from the open window and surrounded them both. "Those powers aren't just telekinesis and telepathy but you can communicate with bugs too." said Malcom. Monica's mouth dropped opened as she learns that her powers came from him! Monica was terrified as she felt Malcom's arms around her, he said: "Monica... I will protect us from the monsters." In the meantime, Malcom remembered the memories of his dear, sweet, big sister name Grazyna: "I love you, Malcom. You make me feel like a person. Like I'm me... and I'm beautiful." His sister said with a smile. Young Malcom looked at her and replied with a hand on her shoulder, "You are beautiful, sis. You're the most beautiful girl in the world." Grazyna looked at him with a heartwarming glance, "That's nice, Malcom. Other people have told me that before, and it was meaningless. When you say it, I hear it." She replied. Those two were inseparable, they were brother and sister but they were best friends. They also wondered what it was like outside. "Malcom, what do you think it's like out in the world from this mansion?" Grazyna asked. "I don't know, why ask me? I'm not sure myself." Malcom said with a shrug. Grazyna ruffled his hair, "Well you know other things besides me." She teased. Malcom pouted, but then he said: "Sis, if we ever leave this place, I'll give you the best view of the world. I want to see such great things." Grazyna hugged him, "Thanks Little Brother." She said. It wasn't until Grazyna was low on money to help support her brother and herself so then, Grazyna managed to find a job as Malcom was now in his teens. She got herself into the wrong crowd and Mrs. Von Berg pampered her into becoming a harlot but Grazyna was gaining money out of this. However, Grazyna promised she will come home with money and Malcom promise he'll wait. Hours went by as he still didn't see her coming to the house. He knew something was awry so he went to look for her however he saw a crowd of people surrounding something and cheering. Malcom pushed his way through the crowd as he saw his sister was sweating, she was half naked and wasn't breathing! "GRAZYNA!!!!!" Malcom cried out. He reached for her, Grazyna was barely breathing however she breathed out her last breath: "Little brother, I beg of you, please do it for me...for a better future....For all the people who live on the outside of the mansion... give them a chance to be happy...Let them live for their dreams. Malcom, I know you can do it. Sayonara, Malcom....Little brother." Alas, she died. Malcom broke down in a rage and killed everyone in the room. It turns out that this was a private show of prostitution, fuelled up by drugs. But he knew Mrs. Von Berg had something to do with it, so he declared his revenge against Thyone Von Berg! In the present, Monica and Malcom face the man with the blade but Malcom knew who it was. "Sisera...Is that you?" Malcom asked calmly. The figure had a mask on, he cried a little bit. "Malcom, it's you. I missed you so much, we never played anymore like we used to." He said between sobs. "I know, Sisera. I'm sorry. I just--My sister...I...." Malcom started to say, but Sisera cried a bit. "I know...Mommy did it, didn't she?" He asked. Malcom was hesitant, however he managed to reply with, "Yes. I'm sorry Sisera....I know she did terrible things but it's all over." Sisera nodded, "Yeah. She did. She never told me how much she loved me, you and your sister were the only friends I'd ever had." He said. He looked at Monica, who was trembling but she could feel Malcom's hand on her shoulder. "Relax, Monica... I said before that I'd protect us." He reminded. Monica nodded, her fragile face was masking her fear. Sisera pointed to her, "Will she like me?" He asked. Malcom looked reluctant as he expressed his answer, "I don't know....I can't promise that she will but listen.....You don't have to hide from the truth anymore. All the pain will be over, OK Sisera? Why don't you take off your mask?" Sisera was shaken but he did what Malcom told him and what Monica saw terrified her, Sisera's true face was inhuman. He looked like he suffered from facial clefting. Malcom grimaced, Sisera looked at Monica's face before he screamed: "WHY WON'T YOU LIKE ME FOR JUST THE OUTSIDE!!!!" And attacked Monica was killed by the cicada bugs and by the bullet of Malcom. Sisera let out an inhuman cry as the bugs went away. He fell to the ground, dead as Monica looked at Malcom, who held out his hand out. Monica took it as they embraced one another however Monica was struck in the shoulder and ducked down in pain. Malcom looked up with a tranquil anger expression, he saw Mrs. Von Berg who has messy hair and blood all over her as she couldn't stop panting. "You...You killed my son! How could you? He loved you, trusted you as a friend and this is what you repay him with?!" Mrs. Von Berg shouted. Malcom looked at her square in the eye, "He killed many people, innocent people." He said. Mrs. Von Berg shed a few tears, "They didn't understand...He was diseased but he was my baby!!!" She shouted. Malcom glared at her intensely, "What about my sister? Did you understand about the so-called job you gave her was too much? Or the drugs? How about that?" He said. Mrs. Von Berg gritted her teeth in her grief, "She wanted it. She begged." She claimed. "No, she didn't want it. You forced her to do it. She never wanted to but you bribed her with the money...You stupid, loose woman." said Malcom. "I'm a loose woman? Why don't you kill me? Go on! Call on your insects! Calm them!" Malcom smirks as a figure behind Von Berg, killing her. Monica was shocked to see it was a Vanara with raven wings, Malcom greeted the strange creature: "Harris Blynde." The Vanara creature responds, "Malcom...This was for Dearest Grazyna....I have to....Since what....what happened to her...." It said. Monica's fears dissolved, she felt bad as Malcom embraced the creature and told it, "It's over, Harris." Then; Monica, Malcom, and Harris Blynde walked out of the mansion, which was engulfed in flames. Leaving the nightmare behind forever. After hearing all of this, Madame Evelyn sank into the couch as she muttered: "My career...It's over!"