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Mika Sasaki

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Re: Visiting old memories (Freya's House, semi-closed)
« Reply #30 on: November 29, 2012, 11:44:34 pm »
As Artemis entered Freya's bedroom, Mika's memory had shifted to the room she always saw Deji.  Everything was stark white as her father sat in front of her.  Everything smelled too clean as the white clad figures threw the small girl to the floor in the middle of the room.  Mika clutched her doll in her arms, looking up at him with her fearful child eyes.  Her wings folded back up against her back timidly as her father watched her.  The girl turned towards Artemis for a moment as he entered, before she turned back, shaking slightly.

"And how is my fragile daughter today?"  The cold voice asked as he stared at her.  In response to his question the small winged girl stood up and took a few steps away from her father as she tried to back out of the room.  He shook his head and tsk'd softy.  "Now we know that doesn't work little one.  Should you try to run, we will have to test your limits the other way."  Mika's body shook, as she turned looking for a way out.  Her wings twitched lightly as she looked up.

As the small girl looked for a way out her father shook his head lightly.  "It has to come to this again?  Angelos Program Activate."  Mika fell to her knees as she felt herself slowly give itself over to that man.  Holding her head she fought back against him.  "No!  I won't"  She tried to yell at him.  He looked at her with a gleam in his eye.  "One day you will hurt everyone you care about.  That blood will rest on your hands my dear."
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Swallow me under and pull me apart
I understand, there's nothing left
Pain so familiar and close to the heart
No more, no less, I won't forget

I thought you said forever over and over
this sleepless night becomes, bitter oblivion
these thoughts run through my head, over and over
complaints of violins... become my only friends"