Sylas, one lil girl's perspective
Why did I start Running? Well it is as simple and as complex as I could imagine either way. The short answer in case you don't have a lot of time is my Totem told me to. If thats not good enough or leaves you with either a sticky taste in your mouth then here is the long version: I was almost 7 in the orphanage and had seen several of whom I looked at as my sisters get taken by the fuckin piece of shit "talent" agents. Well I had seen them grope them and then hand over some cred to the head mistress on duty, I was seriously beginning to wonder if the place wasn't just a holdin tank for the perverts to come exploit, like their personal metafarm. I mean there were all types of Metas, not just elves although they kept us separate from eachother, we didn't even eat at the same times. So I am not sure what was going on in Orc,Dwarf,Gnome, or Troll land. But I'm sure it was prolly the same if not for the same purposes outside. Maybe even the bastards from the whore houses were looking to stock up on other servants for there sick pleasures.
I can only speculate, well I was about 7 and with out any of my closest sisters, they had taken Kara only the week before but thats another story all together. Well Sylas comes in and starts purusing the elvin girls, had mentioned already looked at the human girls and didn't find what he was lookin for. I'm thinkin that he is a complete work up and what a fraggin jackovv. So they line us up just like they do for the suits every frellin Tuesday.
Waiting there I am noting his dress and the way he's going about his "inspection". He's dressed not in a suit but a long leather duster and has a cowboy hat, under it long hair kept in two graying braids thats nearly reach his belt. Besides the way he's dressed I notice he has yet to actually touch any one of us, unusual to be sure, but that doesn't mean he's not just like ever other fuckin breeder to walk through those jaded doors.
Well he gets down to me after damn near 45 minutes of standing there, there was about 40 girls total in line and I wasn't more than half way down. They had us stand in line according to height. Usually the babies were kept in a nursury, and only the "good" parents looked at them.
He was spending a bit longer on me then I would have liked, it was all creepy like. He stared
at me and then he seemed to sag a bit in the face like he wasn't there. The he would focus on me
again and every time he got a little closer. Eventually I could feel hot breath the wreaked of,
well I don't know what but it stunk maybe some coffee and bacon or somethin. He reached out and
placed his palm on my head and tilted his down for a minute. I had no idea what he was doing or
why he was touching me like that and it was freakin me out. In a near panic I scrambled out from
under his hand and backed away screaming like a lil school girl, wait oh nevermind, and ran all the way into a wall knocking myself out cold.
Now this is where it got sideways for me. I woke up in the back of a dingy van, which was steadily moving down the road going where I didn't know, hell I didn't care I wasn't about to just give up with out a fight. I launched myself at the driver, who was the same creep who had touched my head, what he needed to touch me there for I can only imagine. I wrapped my arms around the grown man's neck and began to tug and squeeze with complete disregard for either of our safety. I mean its not like I got to ride a whole lot back then, pretty much when we had to get shots or on our birthdays so being 7 the thought of death paled in comparison to what this guy was prolly gonna make me do or do to me.
So I was pullin and tugging well he slammed on the brakes sending me flying damn near through the windshield. He then grabbed me, after turning off the engine, by the front of my jacket, opened the door and took me outside with him. He set me down but before I could run off he had pinned me to the spot with something, I had no idea what had caused that. He sits down across from me and begins to explain what had happened and what was going to happen. Although most of what he has said to me all those years back there is one thing I will never forget not for as long as I have breath will I let these words go. He turned his head towards me and he softened his features as he began to speak and this is what he told me. He said "Now there there, it will be alright hun, I ain't here to hurt you. I'm here to be your father and I plan on stickin by you no matter what the world throws our way. Will you be my lil girl? I could sure use a co-pilot, tired of gettin lost. I'll make you a deal you give me a chance and I won't ever give up on you." And so I did.
We headed north outa California towards the seattle sprawl, although I couldn't understand what we were doing much less why. Although he tried to explain his motives to a 8 year old, telling me that you had to go where your talents were needed most to help balance the world and all that other kinda of do gooder crap I have since shed like a second skin. I know he still believes it but I don't anymore, matter of faact I'm startin to wonder if I ever did.
I was taught the ways of the shaman by Sylas and caught on quickly enough, although I hadn't been able to tap into any magic until I was 13, I began to speak with my totem rather early. Now wether he heard me or not I may never know, but I'd like to think the snake heard me every night when a little girl would be a prayin and a chantin to him.
Well as I grew older my powers grew as well, thanx to Sylas I was taught the ins and outs of being a nature lovin shaman in a big sprawl. Well I spend the next 4 years ridin around in that van with him, didn't know it then but we had both been running in the shadows. I thought he was just a freelance healer, well come to find out there were several runs we made together, only I was always set to guard duty, of course I never listened. At first there were things I just didn't understand, then as I became more and more awakened and aware of my senses I could watch what he was doing from a good distance. I still didn't fully comprehend why he was doing laps around a buildin in astral form, come to find out years later that he was doing parameter checks.
Sylas was an upstanding Shadow, I mean he rarely went to a place that only served hard liquor. Most of the time it was a pub slash restuarant. I would get my dinner hot every night and he would make sure I had somethin clean to wear every day or atleast every other day. We slept in the van together he always gave me the bed and he slept in the drivers seat, with it just tilted back a bit. I mean he used to share the bed with me atleast until I started getting curves and feeling more like a woman and less like a daughter. Which is good I would hate to dirty my happy childhood memories of him like that.
Well just past my 17th birthday I am speaking with my totem and get the impression there's work for me to do somewhere nearby, someone who needed my help soon. I go speak with Sylas and strange enough his totem had just told him to go East to Denver, both being shamans and all we agree to go seperate ways. He gave me enough to start out on my own, saying it was payment for gaurding him all those many nights when I wasn't supposed to be. We both smiled and hugged goodbye, I waved once before turning around and walking off. I refused to let him see me cry, but I could see the tears rimming his eyes trying hard to roll down his cheeks. I heard the van start up and drive off.
Oh don't worry I have spoken with Sylas over the years and he's doing good, he's retired now although I suspect he's just sayin that so I won't worry too much. He's not above that kind of deception. He found himself a wife and everything, turns out I'm gonna be a big sister real soon.
And that's Sylas from my perspective, there aren't many I would kill for or risk my neck for the band and him thats about it. Of course snakes count to, but thats not the same.
----Jory----
I can only speculate, well I was about 7 and with out any of my closest sisters, they had taken Kara only the week before but thats another story all together. Well Sylas comes in and starts purusing the elvin girls, had mentioned already looked at the human girls and didn't find what he was lookin for. I'm thinkin that he is a complete work up and what a fraggin jackovv. So they line us up just like they do for the suits every frellin Tuesday.
Waiting there I am noting his dress and the way he's going about his "inspection". He's dressed not in a suit but a long leather duster and has a cowboy hat, under it long hair kept in two graying braids thats nearly reach his belt. Besides the way he's dressed I notice he has yet to actually touch any one of us, unusual to be sure, but that doesn't mean he's not just like ever other fuckin breeder to walk through those jaded doors.
Well he gets down to me after damn near 45 minutes of standing there, there was about 40 girls total in line and I wasn't more than half way down. They had us stand in line according to height. Usually the babies were kept in a nursury, and only the "good" parents looked at them.
He was spending a bit longer on me then I would have liked, it was all creepy like. He stared
at me and then he seemed to sag a bit in the face like he wasn't there. The he would focus on me
again and every time he got a little closer. Eventually I could feel hot breath the wreaked of,
well I don't know what but it stunk maybe some coffee and bacon or somethin. He reached out and
placed his palm on my head and tilted his down for a minute. I had no idea what he was doing or
why he was touching me like that and it was freakin me out. In a near panic I scrambled out from
under his hand and backed away screaming like a lil school girl, wait oh nevermind, and ran all the way into a wall knocking myself out cold.
Now this is where it got sideways for me. I woke up in the back of a dingy van, which was steadily moving down the road going where I didn't know, hell I didn't care I wasn't about to just give up with out a fight. I launched myself at the driver, who was the same creep who had touched my head, what he needed to touch me there for I can only imagine. I wrapped my arms around the grown man's neck and began to tug and squeeze with complete disregard for either of our safety. I mean its not like I got to ride a whole lot back then, pretty much when we had to get shots or on our birthdays so being 7 the thought of death paled in comparison to what this guy was prolly gonna make me do or do to me.
So I was pullin and tugging well he slammed on the brakes sending me flying damn near through the windshield. He then grabbed me, after turning off the engine, by the front of my jacket, opened the door and took me outside with him. He set me down but before I could run off he had pinned me to the spot with something, I had no idea what had caused that. He sits down across from me and begins to explain what had happened and what was going to happen. Although most of what he has said to me all those years back there is one thing I will never forget not for as long as I have breath will I let these words go. He turned his head towards me and he softened his features as he began to speak and this is what he told me. He said "Now there there, it will be alright hun, I ain't here to hurt you. I'm here to be your father and I plan on stickin by you no matter what the world throws our way. Will you be my lil girl? I could sure use a co-pilot, tired of gettin lost. I'll make you a deal you give me a chance and I won't ever give up on you." And so I did.
We headed north outa California towards the seattle sprawl, although I couldn't understand what we were doing much less why. Although he tried to explain his motives to a 8 year old, telling me that you had to go where your talents were needed most to help balance the world and all that other kinda of do gooder crap I have since shed like a second skin. I know he still believes it but I don't anymore, matter of faact I'm startin to wonder if I ever did.
I was taught the ways of the shaman by Sylas and caught on quickly enough, although I hadn't been able to tap into any magic until I was 13, I began to speak with my totem rather early. Now wether he heard me or not I may never know, but I'd like to think the snake heard me every night when a little girl would be a prayin and a chantin to him.
Well as I grew older my powers grew as well, thanx to Sylas I was taught the ins and outs of being a nature lovin shaman in a big sprawl. Well I spend the next 4 years ridin around in that van with him, didn't know it then but we had both been running in the shadows. I thought he was just a freelance healer, well come to find out there were several runs we made together, only I was always set to guard duty, of course I never listened. At first there were things I just didn't understand, then as I became more and more awakened and aware of my senses I could watch what he was doing from a good distance. I still didn't fully comprehend why he was doing laps around a buildin in astral form, come to find out years later that he was doing parameter checks.
Sylas was an upstanding Shadow, I mean he rarely went to a place that only served hard liquor. Most of the time it was a pub slash restuarant. I would get my dinner hot every night and he would make sure I had somethin clean to wear every day or atleast every other day. We slept in the van together he always gave me the bed and he slept in the drivers seat, with it just tilted back a bit. I mean he used to share the bed with me atleast until I started getting curves and feeling more like a woman and less like a daughter. Which is good I would hate to dirty my happy childhood memories of him like that.
Well just past my 17th birthday I am speaking with my totem and get the impression there's work for me to do somewhere nearby, someone who needed my help soon. I go speak with Sylas and strange enough his totem had just told him to go East to Denver, both being shamans and all we agree to go seperate ways. He gave me enough to start out on my own, saying it was payment for gaurding him all those many nights when I wasn't supposed to be. We both smiled and hugged goodbye, I waved once before turning around and walking off. I refused to let him see me cry, but I could see the tears rimming his eyes trying hard to roll down his cheeks. I heard the van start up and drive off.
Oh don't worry I have spoken with Sylas over the years and he's doing good, he's retired now although I suspect he's just sayin that so I won't worry too much. He's not above that kind of deception. He found himself a wife and everything, turns out I'm gonna be a big sister real soon.
And that's Sylas from my perspective, there aren't many I would kill for or risk my neck for the band and him thats about it. Of course snakes count to, but thats not the same.
----Jory----