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Mistcatchers: A Prologue
Oct. 21st, 2019 09:01 pmFrom Prompt Dump: Any, any, Boy, you're gonna carry that weight/Carry that weight a long time
Additional prompt fodder, randomly generated at springhole.net: a hidden compartment, paper, a revolver, and a friendship.
I'm trash for Sess/Kag, and I've wanted to try something a bit different and more sci-fi. Most of the prompt stuff hasn't yet come into play, but it will...eventually. Next chapter, probably.
Here, we do not weep. Even when we have committed terrible atrocities; even when we have lost all hope. In my time here I have slaughtered entire settlements in the name of the Mistcatchers. On Ayma-6, I killed my first child, on orders from my superiors. If they are to be believed, this child was Chosen, and in taking their life I prevented innumerable deaths. On Prom-2, a woman begged for mercy, desperation in her eyes as she shielded her newborn baby. In a moment of weakness, I gave her a quick and painless death, and took the child to raise as one of our own.
This girl's future is not unlike my past. I was raised by the Mistcatchers, a series of faceless, nameless women who taught me stealth, to cloak my heart in ice, to coat my tongue in honey and take a place on the left-hand side of powerful men, always walking two steps behind as a proper woman does. I learned which poisons are undetectable and when to use each one, how to dispose of an identity as one might dispose of a broken watch, and how to conceal as many weapons on my body as I could. My current record is fifty-seven knives and needles, though my primary Mistress has managed seventy-two. She is taller than I am; this is only expected.
On Ka Prime, I became a companion to a Senator, a man so unimportant I never bothered to remember his face. I fucked him, of course, as any senatorial companion does, called his name in moments of passion as contrived as his marriage. I used him, as he used me. He liked to be whipped, you know. Most Senators do--I think it's a way for them to absolve themselves of any lingering feelings of guilt.
I have been dominant, submissive, and everything in between. My latest assignment, I am told, prefers a submissive woman, and so I return to the first identity I adopted, though with a different name. He will know me as Kagome.
Additional prompt fodder, randomly generated at springhole.net: a hidden compartment, paper, a revolver, and a friendship.
I'm trash for Sess/Kag, and I've wanted to try something a bit different and more sci-fi. Most of the prompt stuff hasn't yet come into play, but it will...eventually. Next chapter, probably.
Here, we do not weep. Even when we have committed terrible atrocities; even when we have lost all hope. In my time here I have slaughtered entire settlements in the name of the Mistcatchers. On Ayma-6, I killed my first child, on orders from my superiors. If they are to be believed, this child was Chosen, and in taking their life I prevented innumerable deaths. On Prom-2, a woman begged for mercy, desperation in her eyes as she shielded her newborn baby. In a moment of weakness, I gave her a quick and painless death, and took the child to raise as one of our own.
This girl's future is not unlike my past. I was raised by the Mistcatchers, a series of faceless, nameless women who taught me stealth, to cloak my heart in ice, to coat my tongue in honey and take a place on the left-hand side of powerful men, always walking two steps behind as a proper woman does. I learned which poisons are undetectable and when to use each one, how to dispose of an identity as one might dispose of a broken watch, and how to conceal as many weapons on my body as I could. My current record is fifty-seven knives and needles, though my primary Mistress has managed seventy-two. She is taller than I am; this is only expected.
On Ka Prime, I became a companion to a Senator, a man so unimportant I never bothered to remember his face. I fucked him, of course, as any senatorial companion does, called his name in moments of passion as contrived as his marriage. I used him, as he used me. He liked to be whipped, you know. Most Senators do--I think it's a way for them to absolve themselves of any lingering feelings of guilt.
I have been dominant, submissive, and everything in between. My latest assignment, I am told, prefers a submissive woman, and so I return to the first identity I adopted, though with a different name. He will know me as Kagome.
