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Part of Aston's backstory
14 years ago
I'm just putting it here so I don't lose it.
Rough Draft so yes there are some plot holes and misspellings and some phrases used over and over
Aston was raised in a stable family who loved her, and was never just handed anything. She worked for everything she desired, sometimes a little help from her father when something was expensive like a bike or a gamestation. At age thirteen when she entered high school, a bully quickly reared her head. She was constantly harrased for her small size and weak frame, a curse of most moths. Aston however, would soon learn to turn her 'curse' into a blessing. She was trashed canned head down, had her wings tied, her antanne pulled and burned, and it only escalated. Eventually, Jassa go her boyfriend involved.
Jassa's boyfriend, Jacob was a huge german shepard. He was 6' 5", 280 pounds, all of it muscle. He was a complete alpha male, star of the football team, heavy drinker, the complete stereotype. Jassa lied to him about how Aston tried to hurt her, and since no one could ever hurt his little angel, he decided to teach Aston a lesson she never deserved. Jacob got his buddies together after learning about a study group Aston was having with 3 of her friends, and waited until she left the house. Crossing down the one bad street she had to in order to go back home.
They attacked there.
Jacob grabed all four of her arms and pulled her roughly into the backyard of an empty house. She was raped. For 3 hours she was raped, beaten, and forced to do the worst things you could imagine. Every orifice was violated, all four hands did abhorrent acts, and she was left alone in that yard, crying and covered in their foul smelling semen. Aston managed to get herself home and sat in the shower for hours, never feeling any cleaner. She could still feel it all. Her fur sticky from their seed, her virgin vagina torn from being doubley penetrated, her anus stretched and ripped from the same treatment, and the taste, she couldn't get rid of that taste. She'd brushed her teeth for a half-hour straight and choked herself on her toothbrush brushing her tongue so far back. She could still taste them. Their horrible sweaty dicks, their pungeant juices, she could still taste it, still feel it pouring down her throat.
Aston had always considered a permanent answer. She never knew exactly what she wanted, but after that night, she knew. She knew what she wanted to do, she knew exactly she wanted to happen, and to hell with the concequences.
She spent months planning it. She'd always been smart and clever, always planned for every scenario possible and even a few impossible ones just in case the universe decided to throw a curve ball. She'd been a talented sewer with a keen eye for colors and style and efficiency so creating an outfit for stealth was nothing. Aston had decided to kill her abusers. She didn't care if she went to prison. She didn't care if she got the death sentence. She just couldn't stand to leave the bastards alive for one more day.
Her grandpa had given her his KA-BAR from the war he'd fought in. She dressed in the outfit she'd designed specifically for this. It was dark grey and mottled to help her blend into the night. Tight to keep from snagging, breaks in the joints for easy movement. She had built a very snug cape on the back to conceal her folded wings. Aston would strike that night. Her first target would be Jassa; the bitch who ruined her life.
She scurried up the side of the wall quickly, silently opened Jassa's window, and dropped onto the floor in a crouched position, moving slowly towards Jassa. Aston drew the KA-BAR from the holster strapped to her inner thigh and held it aloft over Jassa's body. Her breathing became intense and shallow. Her pulse was bursting in her ears. She could feel every muscle in her body tense. She thrust the knife down, right into Jassa's throat. She sliced towards the jugular vein pressing down to make sure she would cut it.
"I hate you. You deserve to burn. You deserve to be tormented, have your eyes salted with lemons rubbed in them, have poison slowly dripped down your throat to gradually burn away your cells, to have your insides pulled out and your fluids spread all over you. But I don't have time for that, and you'll be dead in a few seconds anyway. I just want to watch the fear drain from your eyes while you die." She'd never felt like this. She knew her and several other people's problems were being solved forever. The terror in Jassa's eyes as she lay there, unable to make a sound, bleeding out from her neck, it was completely real, and in just a few moments it was over. Aston stood there staring blankly at her corpse. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She still had work to do.
Aston pulled a blacklight off her hip and shone it around the room, looking for any DNA evidence she may have left behind. She picked up a hair or two, but her outfit didn't allow for any to really escape as well as her several hour long shower which helped to dislodge many of her loose hairs. Sheathing the KA-BAR and returning the blacklight to its place, she scaled down the house back to the ground. When she was far enough from Jassa's house, she unclipped her cape from the back of her thighs, and flew to her next targets' house. She repeated this until Jassa, her boyfriend, and all her rapists were dead. Her mission complete, she went to the river at the park in her town to destroy the evidence.
She tore off her assassin's clothes, removed a small bottle of alcohol, and burned them on a rock nearby. The silk and cotton burning quickly leaving almost nothing behind. She shattered the blacklight and threw the pieces into the river to be taken away. Opening the bottle of alcohol, she dumped it over the blade and hilt of the knife rubbing it with a cloth at the same time to get any blood and DNA off it. She couldn't throw the knife away. She refused. Throwing the bottle into the river, she ran back home. She didn't care she was naked. She was just ecstatic to know she would never be bothered by those horrible people again.
What happened next would just take to long to explain. To summarize, Aston was taken to court as a prime suspect, but after not to long, found not guilty due to her supberb lawyer and acting skills. She was able to lie her way through court and walk. Being cleared of all charges, she was able to return to highschool, go to prom, and graduate like a normal teenager. She was feared in highschool of course, as many students didn't believe she was innocent, but because of the law there was nothing that could be done about it. She maintained friends, kept her grades up, and could finally be happy.
After she graduated, she was eventually approached by her teacher who had an interest in her abilities. She was seen that night by him leaving Jassa's house with blood on her clothes. When the news came out on her, he took a special interest in her for her abilities at such a young age and her natural abilites from being a moth. He offered to train her, and because she knew she couldn't be arrested for the same charge twice, she accepted. Jassa had always wanted to kill again after her first kills. She wasn't torn by it, she wasn't upset, she was amazed. Amazed she had that much power. She could end someone's life just by willing it so. She could do anything she wanted. Jassa had no problems and no regrets taking the man up on his offer; if he killed her, so be it. She knew she couldn't live a normal life anyway.
She told her mother she was going to study abroad on a scholarship with forged documents, and left with her master. She learned quickly and had mastered several weapons, stealth elements, poisons, and a few other skills that your basic thief would know. Within two years, she was an accomplished assassin with a heavy cashflow. She lived normally when she wasn't on the job however, and eventually got into the Squareheart group. She'd moved into the cheapest house in a decent neighborhood, bought a few possessions, bought the best equipment money could buy (kept at her master's safehouse of course), and the rest was given to schools or charities or orphanariums and things like that. It was always anonymous, and it was always in cash.
Aston lived as she did, seeing her friends often. She was left as a lesbian from her experience several years ago, but when drunk, she could be convinced to be with a male. She often got along better with males, but in her right mind, she could not be with one.
Rough Draft so yes there are some plot holes and misspellings and some phrases used over and over
Aston was raised in a stable family who loved her, and was never just handed anything. She worked for everything she desired, sometimes a little help from her father when something was expensive like a bike or a gamestation. At age thirteen when she entered high school, a bully quickly reared her head. She was constantly harrased for her small size and weak frame, a curse of most moths. Aston however, would soon learn to turn her 'curse' into a blessing. She was trashed canned head down, had her wings tied, her antanne pulled and burned, and it only escalated. Eventually, Jassa go her boyfriend involved.
Jassa's boyfriend, Jacob was a huge german shepard. He was 6' 5", 280 pounds, all of it muscle. He was a complete alpha male, star of the football team, heavy drinker, the complete stereotype. Jassa lied to him about how Aston tried to hurt her, and since no one could ever hurt his little angel, he decided to teach Aston a lesson she never deserved. Jacob got his buddies together after learning about a study group Aston was having with 3 of her friends, and waited until she left the house. Crossing down the one bad street she had to in order to go back home.
They attacked there.
Jacob grabed all four of her arms and pulled her roughly into the backyard of an empty house. She was raped. For 3 hours she was raped, beaten, and forced to do the worst things you could imagine. Every orifice was violated, all four hands did abhorrent acts, and she was left alone in that yard, crying and covered in their foul smelling semen. Aston managed to get herself home and sat in the shower for hours, never feeling any cleaner. She could still feel it all. Her fur sticky from their seed, her virgin vagina torn from being doubley penetrated, her anus stretched and ripped from the same treatment, and the taste, she couldn't get rid of that taste. She'd brushed her teeth for a half-hour straight and choked herself on her toothbrush brushing her tongue so far back. She could still taste them. Their horrible sweaty dicks, their pungeant juices, she could still taste it, still feel it pouring down her throat.
Aston had always considered a permanent answer. She never knew exactly what she wanted, but after that night, she knew. She knew what she wanted to do, she knew exactly she wanted to happen, and to hell with the concequences.
She spent months planning it. She'd always been smart and clever, always planned for every scenario possible and even a few impossible ones just in case the universe decided to throw a curve ball. She'd been a talented sewer with a keen eye for colors and style and efficiency so creating an outfit for stealth was nothing. Aston had decided to kill her abusers. She didn't care if she went to prison. She didn't care if she got the death sentence. She just couldn't stand to leave the bastards alive for one more day.
Her grandpa had given her his KA-BAR from the war he'd fought in. She dressed in the outfit she'd designed specifically for this. It was dark grey and mottled to help her blend into the night. Tight to keep from snagging, breaks in the joints for easy movement. She had built a very snug cape on the back to conceal her folded wings. Aston would strike that night. Her first target would be Jassa; the bitch who ruined her life.
She scurried up the side of the wall quickly, silently opened Jassa's window, and dropped onto the floor in a crouched position, moving slowly towards Jassa. Aston drew the KA-BAR from the holster strapped to her inner thigh and held it aloft over Jassa's body. Her breathing became intense and shallow. Her pulse was bursting in her ears. She could feel every muscle in her body tense. She thrust the knife down, right into Jassa's throat. She sliced towards the jugular vein pressing down to make sure she would cut it.
"I hate you. You deserve to burn. You deserve to be tormented, have your eyes salted with lemons rubbed in them, have poison slowly dripped down your throat to gradually burn away your cells, to have your insides pulled out and your fluids spread all over you. But I don't have time for that, and you'll be dead in a few seconds anyway. I just want to watch the fear drain from your eyes while you die." She'd never felt like this. She knew her and several other people's problems were being solved forever. The terror in Jassa's eyes as she lay there, unable to make a sound, bleeding out from her neck, it was completely real, and in just a few moments it was over. Aston stood there staring blankly at her corpse. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She still had work to do.
Aston pulled a blacklight off her hip and shone it around the room, looking for any DNA evidence she may have left behind. She picked up a hair or two, but her outfit didn't allow for any to really escape as well as her several hour long shower which helped to dislodge many of her loose hairs. Sheathing the KA-BAR and returning the blacklight to its place, she scaled down the house back to the ground. When she was far enough from Jassa's house, she unclipped her cape from the back of her thighs, and flew to her next targets' house. She repeated this until Jassa, her boyfriend, and all her rapists were dead. Her mission complete, she went to the river at the park in her town to destroy the evidence.
She tore off her assassin's clothes, removed a small bottle of alcohol, and burned them on a rock nearby. The silk and cotton burning quickly leaving almost nothing behind. She shattered the blacklight and threw the pieces into the river to be taken away. Opening the bottle of alcohol, she dumped it over the blade and hilt of the knife rubbing it with a cloth at the same time to get any blood and DNA off it. She couldn't throw the knife away. She refused. Throwing the bottle into the river, she ran back home. She didn't care she was naked. She was just ecstatic to know she would never be bothered by those horrible people again.
What happened next would just take to long to explain. To summarize, Aston was taken to court as a prime suspect, but after not to long, found not guilty due to her supberb lawyer and acting skills. She was able to lie her way through court and walk. Being cleared of all charges, she was able to return to highschool, go to prom, and graduate like a normal teenager. She was feared in highschool of course, as many students didn't believe she was innocent, but because of the law there was nothing that could be done about it. She maintained friends, kept her grades up, and could finally be happy.
After she graduated, she was eventually approached by her teacher who had an interest in her abilities. She was seen that night by him leaving Jassa's house with blood on her clothes. When the news came out on her, he took a special interest in her for her abilities at such a young age and her natural abilites from being a moth. He offered to train her, and because she knew she couldn't be arrested for the same charge twice, she accepted. Jassa had always wanted to kill again after her first kills. She wasn't torn by it, she wasn't upset, she was amazed. Amazed she had that much power. She could end someone's life just by willing it so. She could do anything she wanted. Jassa had no problems and no regrets taking the man up on his offer; if he killed her, so be it. She knew she couldn't live a normal life anyway.
She told her mother she was going to study abroad on a scholarship with forged documents, and left with her master. She learned quickly and had mastered several weapons, stealth elements, poisons, and a few other skills that your basic thief would know. Within two years, she was an accomplished assassin with a heavy cashflow. She lived normally when she wasn't on the job however, and eventually got into the Squareheart group. She'd moved into the cheapest house in a decent neighborhood, bought a few possessions, bought the best equipment money could buy (kept at her master's safehouse of course), and the rest was given to schools or charities or orphanariums and things like that. It was always anonymous, and it was always in cash.
Aston lived as she did, seeing her friends often. She was left as a lesbian from her experience several years ago, but when drunk, she could be convinced to be with a male. She often got along better with males, but in her right mind, she could not be with one.
