(S)eal

[J e e c o .]

I like the title so much. XD I bet Jibbie knows from where I got the idea of writing it that way too. Haha. Anyway, I suddenly had the urge to write an original so- squee! XD The characters are all mine, and I even have sketches of how I think they should look like. XD Here's the prologue to it (I've only just written it nao XD )

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[ (S)eal ]

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Shit. No.

It always ended up like this, in movies anyway. Everything would seem so well and organized- but then, in the end, once you raise an unmoved block of cement out from where it's placed, you'd find all the troubles of the world swarming up at you and strike you blind in the eyes. And then all you can say is that you didn't see it coming, and hell, you really didn't, because you were too content with how life was going, right?

Hell, I wish I could say that then, but everything happened in a blur- as how it always did for other people- and before I knew it, my parents were gone, and she was standing there with that freakish size of a monster behind her.

I wouldn't have known she was female if it weren't for the fact that she was standing topless in front of me, all bloody and wounded and poker-faced in her panties that you wouldn't even know she was hurt in the first place. And yeah, that monster seemed like it was so hungry that it would eat anything, but it wouldn't touch her, for a reason. I haven't seen her ever since she left a week ago, that time; we were both living under the same roof for a while now, with my catatonic parents and her pretty twin sister, and that monster behind her too- it never dared harm any of us because she made sure it didn't, and that was enough to convince what was mentally present of our little family (mainly the children) that the monster was good enough- and cute enough, the twin had chided- to become our pet.

And it was a good thing too, because if it weren't for that pet, we would all be dead that night.

"Richard, you dick. Did you answer the door?" Says the girl, and she's bending without care for her tits clear as day in front of me, and I catch a glimpse of that familiar tattoo on her left breast; "See what happened. They came, alright. They've got mom and dad."

By 'they' Harris had meant the demons that came to the town freely in human disguises; they never harmed anyone unless necessary though, because they were against the mighty spell a great demon lord had cast upon them, ten thousand years ago; a spell in the form of a seal broken in two, and once bound together would trigger the lifting of all the demons' unified curse. I have no idea why they took my parents though, who were always so cooped up in their research when we were kids and now cooped up in their brains to respond to anything at all.

Harris is looking around now. For her clothes, and my pants too, maybe. "We've got to look for them. Where's Iris?"

I figured I could speak then, and I did too, because it was never a smart thing to refuse Harris an answer. "She's in the cupboard, sleeping."

She huffs in reply, makes her way past the numerous rubble and debris littered around what was once a decent, cozy living room; the coach looks like it was trampled by an enraged horse, and it really was, come to think of it. "Shit, these demons. Never were decent," she says angrily, lifting a dirtied white garment that could have been her dress. "I liked this skirt."

Hell I give a damn about your clothes, I would have said in any normal circumstance- but our pet demon behind her was getting restless, and though I knew it never ate meat (or humans, no less), I wasn't in the proper attire (hell I was naked myself) to deal with it, anyhow. So I stand and walk through the mess myself, making my way to the bottom of a battered looking stairway.

"I'm going to get splinters on my balls for this," I complain lightly as I start climbing the firm wooden planks and whatever was left to hold, slowly raising my legs and swinging them to the next few feet and bounding up the rest of the way, because the whole thing wasn't really destroyed, fully. "Do you want me to get you some clothes too, Harris, or would you rather do me a favor and walk around the village topless like that?" I holler at her and duck immediately into the room, before a vase could even meet my skull. She was always so violent.

"You're a bastard and a dick, remember that." She calls out at me. And I snicker as I push the dresser down the stairs, listen to it as it makes an awful crash for its landing, and hop safely down myself.

The dresser was cracked and bent and damaged alright, and it made it easy for me to twist it around alone, but as soon as I did, it gave away.

"Nice going, genius. Our clothes are most probably soiled." Harris returned with her twin in her arms, the only one in the place with clothes properly donned at the moment.

My gaze softens as I stare at Iris' sleeping figure. "Sure looks peaceful, doesn't she?" I slip into a spare tunic and some pants. "Always oblivious to what is happening around her."

Harris says nothing, at this point; whenever it was about her or her sister, she always kept her mouth shut. It was an incredibly unsettling thing too, because anybody would become dead curious with the way the twins made it into our lives, and I was three that time; my parents were still normal, to say the least, and there was a banging on the door, and once I opened it I saw the said twins before the door, around my age and all bloodied and bandaged, and their eyes were hollowed and terrifying- now who wouldn't be wary of them, especially that they were always so secretive about themselves?

My parents had taken them in, of course; and five years or so after that they met an accident and turned catatonic, and it's been, what, another five years? Since it all happened. God, and to think we were safe from oddities and stuff in a secluded town such as the South Birth.

"Hey," I say, tossing Harris a simple red dress, and she catches it before gently putting Iris down. It embraces the fullness of her curves as she slips it on, and I watch somewhat disappointedly as all the pale skin disappear underneath layers of crimson cloth. She tosses her hair backwards the moment her head is free of the fabric, chestnut-colored and thick, and she stares at me. At once I bring my gaze to her eyes.

She has that tantalizing, seductive gaze, with her orbs a sharp deep hazel, that's always enough to keep me looking, and wanting to follow her, forevermore.

I know it may sound silly, but it's always been this way. I mean, Iris was the pretty feminine one- she was popular in town, the favorite of teachers, the apple of even my parents' eyes, but my attention was always diverted to the quieter, clever twin- the girl who always snuck out with me to throw pebbles at the pigeons nesting at the roof of the school, the girl who enjoyed playing pranks on the jolly fat man in the bakeshop; the girl who I was always with in detention and on the roof at night, the only person capable of flooring a troublemaker like me with a solid smack on the jaw.

Harris Manson.

"Let's start looking for your parents, Richard. They're helpless without us." She extends a hand to me.

I don't give a damn about my parents. But I take her hand and allow her to haul me up to my feet.

I give a damn about you.

Because Harris herself had never known why she and her sister ended up in my doorstep that day. And she's never known why she had that odd mark on her left breast ever since she was born. It's not a birthmark, you see, and it's not something she could easily put at the back of her mind. She knows now, of course, of what it is, and understands; but before she never had, and I was the one to break it to her, and the one responsible.

Because I have one too, at the same place where she had hers.

We are the seal.

And this is our story.

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[Blessed Devil]

(s)EAL? Harris MANSON?

I don't really spend too much time reading stories but okay, you got my attention.

[J e e c o .]

I remember using her for my literature project. XD In summary, she's a bitch. But she's fun. Her first name though, when I made her in SIMS 2, was Harris QUEER, which sounded stupid and homo. X)) So Manson did it.

I was listening to the song [(s)AINT] too while writing. X3

[Chosen. Of. Chaos.†]

OH YAY YOU'VE FINALLY FOUND A PLOT TO SUIT VINX. <3

I've been waiting for a long time now. >.< I thought you'd never use the Mansons and Vinx. It's just too cruel of you. >.<

Oh yeah, I'm your proofreader. X))