The first in this series: Prodigal, Fuck That, Nautical

The previous in this series: Teaching Bitches How to Swim

No copypasta in the comments. If you do, I hate you.

Anyways:

It has been roughly two weeks since creating the dolls. In this time, there was a ritual placed on your clothes to make them self cleaning. This happened because there is no functioning hot water in this complex. You don’t really sweat anymore, cause you’re a fish, and don’t carry an odor either. Hell, you’re far cleaner than you used to be, but you’re in a swamp, so you get pretty dirty pretty fast. You’ve also began to cook some stuff, and Chiki says you have a knack for it, despite you thinking it tastes like shit. You also seem to have a knack for magic, picking stuff up fast after having a difficult time learning it a first. Chiki says she’s probably just teaching wrong, as you’ll struggle immensely, then mess around with it, figure it out, then manage it perfectly. You say that’s probably just from your adaption to college, and she says it’s not like that. She says that what you do is like cooking, where there’s no exact one way to do things, and therefore, it cannot be put down to a science, while you think it’s like baking, which requires a lot of precision and attention to detail. You don’t exactly agree, because you’ve managed to quantify a bunch of rituals, and get things replicated to an exact point. There’s a lot of stuff you can and cannot explain with magic, so you guess it’s a little like coding, in the sense that some shit just works for no reason, and you cannot touch it or it won’t work for no reason, like the TF2 coconut jpeg.

On another note, people noticed you were gone and the after math is as follows. Day 1: nothing, day 2: nothing, day 3: 6 hour missing person search in the wrong area, day 4: pronounced dead. You were pronounced dead so quickly that there was a few news media outlets reporting that this was a cover up (it is) and that you were disposed of by either your father (technically true) or your brother. You first got wind of this 7 days ago, when you saw a bunch of people on local tv talking about how you were likely killed. It seemed extremely surreal, and Chiki commented that the same sorta thing happened to her. She’s too old to still be alive as the person she once was, so she faked her death and had to watch the aftermath. You ask what happened, and she said that she simply just walked off into the swamp one day, rambling, then never looked back, and people just assumed she died. You say you don’t like being dead to everyone. She tells you good luck with that, cause you’re probably never going back to being you. You ask what the dolls are for then? She says that they’re for revenge against those who wronged you. Then you ask why your father didn’t get one, and she says he’ll eventually get what’s coming, but she wants that face to face. You ask what the point of everything is if you can’t show your face again in public.She says that just because you lost it all, doesn’t mean others get to keep it. You can’t win, but you can make it a situation where nobody wins, rather than one where you just lose. That statement pisses you off, you’re not just gonna give up like that.

“I’ll find a way.” you say under your breath
“How?” Chiki says, laughing
“I’ll come- Cedric.”
“Cedric?”
“You remember the Cedric case with the weed cat?”
“Vaguely, I don’t pay much attention to American news.”
“Yeah, so, the cat got turned into a cat because of some of Cedric’s shit getting mixed into the weed he was sold.”
“And?”
“They are no stranger to lawsuits about the accidental transformations, so we can just blame it on him.”
“Ok, and what happens when he looks into it?”
“That’s the thing, he won’t. There’s a billion reports of his accidental transformations, especially within this African community, that have been yelling about it and threatening to kill him for a while.”
“So, you think he’ll just ignore the son of the biggest company in a country?”
“We’re far enough away.”
“Whatever.”
“You don’t like this plan?”
“If you get called out, you’re fucked, and then I’m outed.”
“Nah, we’ll just wait for a settlement or a cease and desist, then stop talking about it and pretend like they just shut us up, or that I just don’t want the trouble.”
“Interesting.”

“So, sound like a plan?”
“Sort of, problem is, if we get rid of the others, this isn’t gonna be damage control for Cedric, it’s going to involve something else.”
“Like what?”
“Like they’re involved. Monsoon, if you’re the sole survivor of the bloodline, then you’re gonna make Cedric look like a murderer, and then he’ll find the truth.”
“So, we blame terrorists, pretend like they stole some of Cedric’s stuff, or something like-”
“You changed how you looked so that the terrorists would stop chasing you.”
“Yes! Great idea.”
“Who’s the terrorists?”
“My dad’s mercs.”
“Really? And they’d take the blame for it?”
“I was granted a look at my dad’s books, and he’s stifling them too. We just need the identities of a few of them, and then we can go and make dolls and make them kill everyone else.”
“I need photos.”
“Do you have a printer?”
“In one of the other buildings.”
“Then you have a picture. My instagram has pics with me and their leader, as well as 2 others. I also know the names of the boss and one of them.”
“Excellent. You start making some blank dolls, I’ll get the pics and place a call to our neighbor for some props.” she says. You then give her your instagram handle and start work on the dolls. She comes back around five minutes later with the photos, cuts them out, then performs the ritual once you’re finished.

The fun part about the dolls is that if you hit them, break them, cut them, then it translates over to those with the picture attached. You can also control them, making them do things, adapt to surroundings, and make them think they did it too. You need some more photos and rituals for this, and that takes a day of magic. After that day, the seeds of rebellion are planted, you are already taken care of in their eyes, and they now feel the urge to kill. FIrst is the business partner, who is killed in a car bombing, brought on by the group. This requires you to have a doll house, a fire cracker, and a barbie car, all provided by your guard-neighbor’s employee discount. You check the news the next day, and it was blamed on isis, which is fine, for now, yet it is also really getting eyes on your father’s company. You wait a week and have your brother get kidnapped and had his throat slit, after being gutted, in a sewer, which required a kitchen knife glass and a batman playset. You felt a little regret with him, but afterwards, you found he had connections to the cartel, as that was blamed on them, rather than the mercs, as many of the singapore cartel were named and outed in your brother’s black-book-like journals and whatnot, causing a lot of arrests. You wait around another week and strike at your mother. She was a two for one. You had the leader of the merc group arrange a meeting at your old home, while your mother and father were both there. The purpose of it was to start civil and then degrade as you had the boss, a chinese man named Shen Geming, let information slip about the killings. Eventually your father caught on and started yelling. You had some issues orchestrating the last bit, with your mother coming in and hearing the information, then threatening to call the police.

As she picked up the phone, Shen shot her in the head, killing her instantly. You then had him and his crew tie up your father, gag him, throw him in a trunk, and then drive him over to this abandoned house, around 20 miles from the apartment complex. You didn’t have them clean up the body, knowing damn well that a maid would be there in the morning. Once in the abandoned buildings, you had him get tortured for a little, as you made another doll. This one was an afterthought, being that you didn’t even know if you were in your father’s will. You made one of your family lawyer, and had him search through family documents and then call an old payphone, that still worked, that was stationed around 30 miles from the complex. You picked up, finding that there was some mentions in his will, and the others’, but you were still not guaranteed the company. So, you had him come to the complex, deliver new will papers, and then sort of sit in his car, idling, emotionlessly. You left him there, then Chiki and yourself had Duan Yuan, the second in command for Shen, drive to the complex, then drive you to the building holding your father. Once at the building, you felt nervous, a nervousness that you’ve never felt before. You entered the chamber, second, as Chiki could see you weren’t 100% ready yet. She is immediately seen by your father, who begins to bad mouth her, yelling about how she crossed the line, and how justice will be brought down on her. She stares emotionlessly, then begins this conversation.

“So, how’s the wife?” she asks
“I’m going to fucking slaughter you!” your father says
“She not doing too good?”
“How much are you paying them?”
“Nothing, but you’re barely paying over that, so, it’s not that hard to assume they’d turn on you.”
“So what? This is a coup? You think you’ll get away with this? You, Shen, do you think you’ll get away with this?”
“Well, about that.” you say with Shen doing the same “Shen doesn’t really need to think right now.”
“Who are you?”
“Damn, you can’t even recognize me.”
“You’re a fish.” Chiki says, sarcastically
“No fucking shit.” you yell back
“Who are you?” your father asks, less annoyed, and now more confused
“The son you sent to die.”
“Son? No, you’re a fish. You are also a woman, and I know damn well my son would never dress like a whore.”
“You- a whore? What about this-” you begin to stammer, offended only by the last comment
“You’re kind of in fetish clothes-” Chiki begins
“Shut the fuck up!”
“It is whore’s attire.” your father remarks
“Ok, ok, ok, so you don’t believe me, based on attire and my appearance, b-”
“I know little of witchcraft, this is possible through science, it may be possible through magic. I see on the news, the American, the one who can change everyone, he can turn my son into you, so I don’t doubt it’s possible.”
“But?”
“I have no sons. I had a druggie, gangster, degenerate, and a self conscious, hopeless coward. One had no balls to do all this, and the other, well, he was sent to me in a box. So, no, you’re not my son, either of them. So who are you?” he says, emotionlessly

“That’s what you thought of me? Some fucking coward? I spent my life trying to please your fucking insane expectations. I would focus on school, excel beyond all my piers, and you’d disown me for having no friends. I’d go to gatherings, make friends, party, and you’d disown me for not focusing on studies. I’d even do both, sacrificing neither, and succeeding in doing so, and I’d still get shit on. I did everything you asked for and always did it the way you wanted, and you sent me to fucking die. What have I done wrong?”
“You did my bidding, like an obedient little drone, slaving away for me to look at you. Pathetic. You were not ready, not worthy, to take my place. You had no guts, no ambitions, nothing but the ability to do as I asked. You’d make a fine mercenary, a fine computer, but a shitty legacy.”
“So, this wasn’t a game I could win?”
“Win? Game? No, this is life. You either break the mold, or get broken with it.”
“Kinda breaking the mold now, don’t you say?” Chiki says
“Chiki. Let me have my-” you begin
“Yes.” your father says, stopping you from continuing.
“Yes? What do you mean yes?” you say, confused and equal parts angered
“You are no longer a drone. You’ve done what I wanted, you’ve proven you can carry on this legacy.” your father says, and you stand for a second, dumbfounded
“So… you’re saying… by killing this family- that somehow- that I- that I did what you hoped?”
“Obviously, this isn’t the way I had hoped you would succeed, but yes. You’ve forged your own path, grabbed the world by the balls, and made it your bitch. I’d say I was proud, but YOU KILLED YOUR FUCKING MOTHER!”
“That bitch was no mother. I had more of a fucking mother from shitty children’s tv shows. I wish you two were just absent and neglectful, because the only time you assholes were around, you were downright abusive. You never beat me, but oh man, did you make me want you to. You told me, as a child, that I was so disappointing, that I wasn’t even worth abusing. You fucked me up real good. Honestly, what I did to her was a mercy killing. But you-”


“You’re going to enjoy killing me, am I correct?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I don’t take pleasure in this. It is just a thing that needs to be done. Truth be told, I just wanted two things. The first was to show off. The name you gave me, the person I was, and the life you assigned me all ended when you sent me to Chiki, but not the way you wanted. I’m reborn, better, more me, and someone I can actually fathom. I’m no longer an extension of you, I am me, and you’re right, your son doesn’t dress like a whore, but Monsoon does, and you can fuck off if you think your opinion matters.”
“Well, I’d like to, really, but, can’t fuck off when I’m trapped in here, can I?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up. You listen to me for once.”
“Fine.”
“There you go- oh and for the record: fuck you. You can’t call me a failure for doing everything you asked. If a builder designs a truck, builds a truck, and the truck runs exactly like it’s supposed to, but the builder wanted it to fly, that’s not on the truck. The truck is fine, the builder is an idiot. And as for you, you’re the failure. You are a failure of a father. You can’t raise shit, and can’t be mad at me until now. You knew what I was, you knew I’d do anything you’d ask of me, and you didn’t tell me what you wanted, and so I never did it. Can’t blame me, I wasn’t raised to disobey, I was raised as a drone, so you’re a fucking moron for expecting something different.”
“You weren’t raised as a drone.”
“You’re right, you didn’t raise me at all, I had to raise my self, and perform during the rare occurrences that you or your wife showed, oh- and based on your other ‘failure’, I’m a fucking miracle child.”

“You speak so highly of yourself.”
“Wonder where the fuck I got that from.”
“So, what’s reason two? You had your gloating, you had your rant, or was that it?”
“No. This is something I need you for, and honestly, the fact that you’re still you is a miracle. I could easily have taken away your independent thought and made you the drone that you made me, but I didn’t”
“Why not? I would have.”
“Well, cause I’m not like you. But anyways-” you say, handing him a briefcase that you received from the family lawyer, as well as a pen. “I need a signature.” you say, opening the briefcase, showing a will, giving everything in a line of succession down your family, with you as the first in line.
“Ah.”he says, looking at the document “So, you’re here to rob me.”
“Rob you- no. I earned this. I did everything you wanted, spoken and not. This isn’t just some robbery, I’m collecting my check. Now sign it.” you say, and your father chuckles and signs. You then take the briefcase, and close it
“Now. I have one request.” he says, smirking
“No.” you say, taking a pistol from Shen’s holster, then shooting your father in the head. He slumps over instantly.
“So cold.” Chiki says
“He gave me nothing- and don’t even begin about what I’m getting in the will, that had to be forced out of him at gunpoint. He gave me nothing, and I won’t give him anything else.”
“Except a bullet?”
“Except a bullet.” you say and Chiki laughs
“Alright. So, I gotta admit, you have your cake, and you can eat it too. You won, but now how are you gonna sort this shit out.”
“I have a plan.”

And a plan you did have. You had Chiki go back to the complex and give the lawyer the will to process, and then had her erase his memory. You also had her bring your old clothes back, and created a scene of torture and pain, where, eventually, you would manage to break out, steal a gun, and kill your captors. Shen and friends would be dead, and you would run from them, finding the cops, and explaining everything. And so you did. Your plan worked flawlessly, you convinced them that you were taken, transformed, and then tortured, but you got out and were the only one left. You had to throw out the original plan about you getting changed to avoid the captors, because you already had your dna at the scene. After your media attention, you went to a hearing, and accepted your dad’s net worth. You then went on to slowly tell your tale of abuse, and publicly come out as trans. You tried to run the business fairly, but eventually found it too immoral, so you liquidated the company, sold the land to the renters, told the shareholders to fuck off, then dissappeared from the public eye, beyond your charities that aimed to help with childhood abuse and the victims of it.

On another note, Cedric’s lawyers asked for a settlement deal, and then that was that. You got away with familicide, burned down a company, and then went off to do whatever. You stayed with witchcraft for a while, but eventually got drawn into Islam, causing a rift to form between you and Chiki, which erupted in a few fights, then acceptance. Chiki went back to her swamp house, fully owning the land, and continues to do so. You keep in touch a lot, trying to not dip into politics and religion, which has ruined your relationship a bit, but you know that you gotta make things work because you’re both borderline immortal, and you will only always have each other. You never got married, but did foster some children before eventually adopting and raising five. Because of your huge wealth, you had plenty of time to actually raise them, and ⅘ turned out ok (the last one had some issues where they segregated themselves after a shotgun wedding with the worst woman). The future is uncertain, but the outlook is bright and your sins are not the sins of your father, and vice versa.