I am my own worst enemy [Pathday 3]

[Kira]

Kira turned over on her side, curling up. Her dreams took her back to New York. Waking up in that graveyard and confused at first as to why people were dressed as strange creatures, being mistaken for a pop star. Finding out she had no record of living in this world. Feeling nothing as the year went on, not being claimed by anyone. She had no one in the world.

The rush of a cage fight, then the random murders of the low lives that were in the alleyways. Her first higher profile murder, she enjoyed that one. Abusing his power at the shelter. She remembered the sounds he made as she cut into his skin. She liked to hear him in pain, he deserved it. Even though that should have been a clue as to what kind of person she was, she was still in the dark…

“Hmm..” she opened her eyes, coming face to face with her cat Sof. She gave the cat’s head a rub before sitting up, running a hand through her hair. “At least it wasn’t a nightmare or something from another life..” she said. Maybe she had a vivid imagination. She slipped out of bed, heading towards the door but yelped out of surprise as Tucker wrapped his leash around her legs, making her fall over onto the floor.

“What the hell.” Kira muttered. Why did he have his leash on? “You run away from Dave?” but then he took a hold of the back of her shirt and started to drag her. “Release damn it!” she said, waving the dog off and sat up to free her legs. She only wanted him trained like a police dog because they were so well behaved but now he was just abusing that teaching. Then Himesh came in, barking. Kira sighed, “Well there’s the little ankle biter.” She said. She took the leash off Tucker and scooped up the small fluffy dog. “I bet no one has fed you guys?”

She set the dog down and got dressed for the night, pulling her hair back and held it in place with some hair sticks. She headed downstairs, the dogs following her closely. She would have to kick Dave later for this, she poured them some food. She slipped out of the house while they were busy eating.

[Kira]

Kira found herself in front of the building that changed her life. She went inside the bar, sitting down and ordered a drink, a wine. She sipped it without looking around. She closed her eyes. Here she had gotten into a fight with a male, a gangster. No matter if she had been the pop star or not, he wanted action that she had no desire to give. The fight had spilled out into the street, she gave as good as she got but she had been hurt and the ******** ran off.

That was when she met a dark skinned barefooted woman carrying a staff. Mama Sisya was a strange woman, she would learn that many people didn’t like her. She was racist. Kira was one of the only allurist she liked and the only white childe as well. The woman offered her a way to become stronger, and Kira took it without any other thoughts as to what was going on. That strange looking blood, being cut and drained, three times it took her turning to take hold. The light didn’t want to let her go but she had always hidden from the light from the very first time she came into contact with it.

Kira drank down the wine, slipping off the bar stool and headed back out. She had a lot of memories of Mama. Nutcracker baseball, the woman being brain dead after she played with Kira’s decoys that then did something freaky and split and made more. The times she broke her back and tried to cleanse her after saying Kira was on drugs.

She wasn’t sure if Mama would ever return. She couldn’t feel sad, she felt indifferent. She was too independent to depend on a sire. She had no one above her, everyone was gone. She came from a dead line. But she found family in the Misfits...most of them anyway. Family didn't always mean blood afterall.

She wasn’t sure where she was going, letting her feet take her wherever.

(Memory 1)

[Kira]

Kira stopped between the hunting grounds and Hunter’s Hill. She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her green eyes looking over the land. Heading here and taking a short cut ended up with her first encounter with a fae, it took her leg. She had fallen, dazed at first at what had just happened then there was the pain. Her leg bleeding and her shoes covered in ash where the other half of her leg had been. She no longer took short cuts after that.

A lot had happened in hunter’s hill though. Her cabin, she had met Serenity, Odin and Jarrett all for the first time. Jarrett had a head wound so it was hard to tell how he was but then they ended up sharing the cabin because they all wanted it. Back then she had been okay with being near people. Thinking back on it now, she wondered why she had a thing for Odin then. Maybe she thought they were alike, liked killing things. Men were not worth her time, she learned that very soon afterwards.

She went inside the cabin, it was hardly used now. She used it once in awhile to get away from people but now she had much better places to do that. Her other places had things to keep her busy. Still, the place was good to have. Maybe she should remodel it.

Here…this was where she ended up with David. She rubbed the side of her head, she had a head wound then and couldn’t speak English for awhile and that accent didn’t go away either. She knew then there was more to her than met the eye but her mind held more mysteries she was sure but she may never know them. And that was okay.

She felt like she was forgetting things here but if she couldn’t remember then it must not be that important. She headed out the door again and returned to town.

(Memory 2)

[Kira]

There were a lot of memories to be had around Wickbridge. She never thought of the SoA has anything more than a social group. She had learned very little there as she had learned everything on her own. SoA held very little to her now because of certain people but it was where she had met Lexy. She didn’t know then that she would become her best friend, something she needed after she grew apart from Serenity. She was the only one who took things slow, aware of her dislike of physical touch. She remembered now why that mistrust in people came from, and some people were just not patient enough with her.

She shook her head, remembering that first party. She rocked that outfit but the people around her sure could ruin a night. With Serenity trying to get her top off, deeming that to be the way to get a man and David threatening to handcuff her in a closet naked. She had no idea why so many people thought it was a good idea to get her clothes off.

There were things she wished she could have been made aware of back then, like how badly Lexy was going to hurt Jarrett. That was something she would never forgive the woman for but keeping it in the back of her mind, she didn’t dwell on it much. She was still her friend and someone she viewed as a sister. Though it drove home that there truly wasn’t a thing called love but it wasn’t just that. Again there was something she was missing but she of course couldn’t be sure. Someone had hurt her hadn’t they? But who? Besides David.

Many things happened in the Met, it had been a common hang out but it no longer.

(Memory 3)

[Kira]

Though there was another thing about the Met. It was when she first met him, her stalker. Anemoi, the Greek guy that most called Windy. When he started to dance with her that night, she had no idea that he would end up being in her life for so long. When he followed her outside and tried to kill her for the first time. She thought it was funny, a human trying to kill her and he had no idea what she was. She suppose she had exposed him to the fact that she wasn’t normal then.

She wasn’t dead to the fact that he was good looking, but that wasn’t why she had kissed his cheek then. She was amused. She didn’t mind that he was trying to kill her, she wasn’t sure why that didn’t bother her. She knew she liked the danger of it, like most girls liked the bad boys…no that wasn’t it either. Causing pain to others, having pain brought on to her…was that how it worked? Maybe that’s why her release was fighting. What kind of person did that make her? Was she sick?

It didn’t matter. It was far safer for her mental state to keep on doing what she has been doing. If she got hurt again, there was no going back for her. One of the many reasons she hated David so much. He expected her to give up something she could only give up once to a manwhore like him? Hell no. She rather spend years in the shadow realm than to give up that part of her to a man that didn’t deserve it.

Kira turned back towards the club as people stumbled out of it. She moved on down the alleyway. It was this alleyway that she fought with Windy a second time. The only thing he really managed to do was strip her to a point, he blamed it on a cursed blade but he really did have a habit of cutting her clothes.

(Memory 4)

[Kira]

Kira walked to the mall. There was many memories here but none really stood out. The first aide room where they used to hang out until Ripper ruined that. She walked by Lexy’s shop where they tended to hang out as well for a gate. Stopped by her own shop, it was closed at the moment. She remembered opening it. It gave her a purpose, something other than killing. She left the area and went off to the back of the mall where her second store was at.

She sat down in the sitting area that was right next to it. She opened this place, some of it was because she wanted a place to express her music. It was her other form of release besides fighting of course. The other part was because of all the strip joints that this town had. She shook her head slightly before leaning against the back of the seat. So many places where whores took off their clothes for men. It was time for the men to do the same for women. Not that she allowed full nudity, there will never be nudity here. No, the music and dance was the big part of the show.

When she hired those men, she didn’t know she would end up getting attached to them. She should have figured that would happen. It happened to Dave, her thrall. But these men would move on to bigger and better things, for some this job was to just pay the bills while they went to college. They would leave later and that was fine. She got up, moving to the front of the mall again.

[Kira]

Kira’s legs had taken her to her Temple. There wasn’t any big memories here either. Her energy had been poured into this building, with her hands and a few extra hands from workers she swayed, she made this place to what it was now. She ran her hand over the railing of the bridge that went over the water that lined the walls. She looked over the plants in the water, before moving on to the back.

She had spent many hours alone here. Relaxing, working out lyrics or music in her head or playing it out on her violin. Music was a form of expression, she played for the goddesses and gods. Let them take that energy she put into the music and spread it where it needs to go. It was in honor to them she played at times. She stood on the other bridge that went over the crescent moon shaped pond, looking down at the fish. They came to the surface, looking up at her, their mouths opening and closing, wanting to be fed. She took some pellet food and tossed it into the water, watching them eat.

She checked on the plants before moving to the altar. The one thing that happened here that always tainted all the good she had done here was David shooting the place up. He never helped out on the cost to repair it, never offered help, never said he was sorry. She hated him for it all and for everything else he had done to her. She felt empty right now but it didn’t take much for that rage to boil to the surface and her wanting to rip his heart out from his chest.

Kira closed her eyes for a moment before heading back out of the temple.

[Kira]

Kira looks South from the Temple then North. The water treatment plant held one memory. Windy had killed her, most of the wounds were not done by his hand but by the traps he set. She hadn’t expected it but after she had hit that first trap, she saw red and went after him, through more traps. He had trapped the whole place it would seem. By time she got to the cage that made it so she couldn’t move, she was very weak. Then he stabbed her in the heart…of all the places. Maybe it was symbolic. The way he acts when he thinks she is with another man, clearly he wanted her in some way. She ignored the signs, which was easy to do. She had always been naive when it came to males and any sort of singles they were trying to do. She didn’t respond well to those who beat around the bush. She responded to straight forward approach. If pushing her against the wall and kissing her wasn’t straight forward enough, she didn’t know what was. But neither of them knew what love was. Kira didn’t believe in it, he was trained not to know it. She wasn’t sure why but she believed him when he said he wasn’t trying to get her into bed. Seemingly they both could live without that sort of contact.

She shook her head, putting her hands in her pockets as she walked on. It hadn’t been the first time her heart had been stabbed out, but it was the first time she ended up in the shadow realm. She had been a mess there. She could just scream, no one would hear her there. Sometimes screaming just made it better…or making someone else scream. Thank goodness for soundproof rooms.

(Memory 5)

[Kira]

Kira closed her eyes, she moved into Cherrydale. The first time she had her heart taken out…it was just a simple training session with Lexy. Neither one of them had expected it, she wasn’t too sure what happened after she ran off. She had mind blocked Lexy which caused her to go nutty. But she had her own problems. The other whelming emotions she had never felt before. She only felt mild emotions once in awhile, the energy from people, their blood. Blood had energy in it. Was it even real or in her head? She couldn’t be sure of anything. All she knew that it was unbearable. She just wanted it to end.

Then she blacked out. During that time Warrior, some former version of herself had taken over. She didn’t understand what was going on until Jarrett had knocked her out and she was able to comfort that side of her in her inner world.

Kira looked around, jumping up into a tree and sat there. Warrior has been a problem ever since. Kira had fought that side of her and won, but still that side of her kept bothering her. She feared that Warrior would try to take over for good one day, expressly after she returned from the shadow realm and learned that Warrior had taken over her shadow. It now lashed out at things or people. She didn’t understand it. Was her other side that strong?

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the tree. She wondered if that side was a plague in other lifetimes. Of course, everything could very well be in her head. Maybe she was just crazy.

[Kira]

Kira wished she could stay out longer in nature, as herself. The fae didn’t bother her in her animal form. She didn’t understand why her phobia of the sun did not bother her in that form. It at least gave her an option to travel. Living in fear while traveling that she might come face to face with the sun. Not that she understood the fear, unless it had to do with being burned at the stake. She had that nightmare before. But..she liked fire. So really, it made no sense at all. She didn’t fear anything else. She’d go head on against a stronger creature, not caring about being hurt.

She jumped down from the tree. She headed to her house that held her music studio. She didn’t close the door to the studio since she wasn’t recording anything. Running her fingers over the keys of the keyboard. She sat down, picking up her violin. She started to play, she could feel the emotions of the music. Maybe that’s why she liked music but she wouldn’t be able to stand having emotions all the time. She believed she would have lost her mind for sure.

She closed her eyes as she played, there was so many problems with this city. Things she wished she could run away from. But this was where she belonged, she had been drawn here for a reason. There were good things to that happened, somethings she would change if she could, others she wouldn’t. But that was life wasn’t it? She started out as a homeless person with no memory. She made memories, good and bad, she owned several buildings, she could pick where she laid her head down at night, well the day. She had two business. ‘Life’ was alright and she wondered what the years to come would bring.