Nymph Pt 2

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There were many mistakes made on the road to discovery. At first she was too afraid to even attempt to decipher what occurred after the miraculous moment. She had been beaten again after returning home without food but she was far too distracted to feel it. Her ribs ached even now a month after the incident and two large yellow bruises could be seen under the sheerness of her white dress. This wasn't uncommon or even brute force in comparison to what she knew to be within Their arsenal. Only the girls and women were spared the body mutilation. She suspected it wasn't because of delicate sensibilities but more to do with appeal. Most of the younger girls were devoted to the island way: toddlers brandishing weapons with wild abandon. It resulted in injury more than once. Deaths were always celebrated moments due to the abundance in meat supply. The thought made Denia shudder. She was old enough to have lived life before the entire commune was transported away from civilization. Back there she was a student in an ordinary school. The government seized her leaving her home on the family owned land for school that faithful Monday morning and her joy was forever removed from her. They only left the small children behind too innocent to possibly be affected by the demented minds of their parents. The court case was bizzare. Everyone was placed in groups to expedite the process. Nothing about it was legal. The media stirred everyone into such a frenzie showing the world the multiple killing sprees many in her family were responsible for in multiple countries. The only thing they did ask her was: "Did you know that your family was responsible for these murders?" The detective seemed tired and she was one of the last to be seen. He was ready to get this over with. "Yes, I never hurt anyone though! I didn't want any part of it." Denia stared into the chocolate bored eyes of a senior detective with no more sympathy to give. "Your old enough to know right from wrong Denia. You could have told the police. You people are all just a bunch of cowards skulking around in secret. Well your secrets out now," his expression grew more severe with each word until he scowled hard in her direction as if she alone had pulled off each act. She burst into tears racked with guilt and remorse for not breaking from her fear and telling a friend at school or a teacher. But she Knew what her family was capable of. She didn't want to tell anyone and get not only that person killed but herself as well. Really it was the gray walls and flickering light they left her in for an unknown amount of hours with little space to sit. Laying was out of the question. "DE-NI-A!" Her little brothers annoyed scream broke her from her thoughts and she focused on the small boy a foot away from her "Can I help you?" Her sass was slightly elevated as of late after realization struck her. Fear had won her nothing. It was time to try bravery. Yes she had been too afraid to test the waters (quite literally) at first. Today she would conquer it. "Mother wants you to do the washing," he looked confused and fearful. His once older angelic sibling now seemed very capable of removing the other working eye. "With pleasure," she replied sarcastically though inside she was giddy. There was no soap so they disinfected their clothes in the ocean. Perfect timing. They were lucky to have clothes made of cloth and were some of the few families that did. Often Denia wore the leafy skirts and carefully constructed tops to blend in when walking through the island. Jealousy was even more real here where no inhibitors were in place. The ocean roared close to her ears and she looked up from her downward gaze to take in the beauty of the ocean. She laid the pile of tattered cloth she'd been holding on a nearby rock before walking directly toward the rolling water. She focused on the picture she'd formed in her mind: Her walking toward the ocean and the tide crashing into an invisible wall before being pushed back. A triumphant gaze out into the vast ocean she would now inhabit. But the waves did not break against a wall. They hit against her legs harshly disappearing into foam even as she walked further in. Her triumph dissolved into confusion. Again she attempted to wield the water away focusing hard enough to pop her veins. The result was the same.

A growl erupted from her lips one the likes she had never heard of herself and she stomped on the ground as anger exploded in her like a volcano. The raging water leaped in the air before her spraying everywhere but against her skin encasing her in a circle of air as the water searched for freedom to hit the shore. She smiled spinning in her sphere of dry land before a moving figure caused her to stop suddenly looking in horror as Bastien, a boy her age, watched on in shock.