A cursed life:

An unfamiliar feeling, she was floating in the darkness. Moving ever so gently within the realm of her subconscious. Mirrors flowed around her. No not mirrors? They had more of a glass like appearance. Looking at her body, she was naked, yet her skin was not her own. It shone beautifully. The scars she had gained from years upon years of fighting, of training. They where all gone, every spot, every mark upon her was gone. As if she had been given an all natural airbrushing right back to how she used to be. Flawless....you'd think she would be happy about that. But no. Looking at her body, it no longer told the story of her life. No longer showed each mark which guided her down memory lane. A map that she could see and feel, her own personal reminders of the good, the bad and the ugly. "Where am I" "Where am I" "Where am I" "Where am I" "Where am I" "Where am I" . Her hand's quickly flew to her mouth as if to try to grasp the voice that came from her mouth. It was so clear, so crystaline. Not the somewhat deep manish voice that she had. The echo that repeated her words over and over again did not sound like her voice either. Wait? Was this her? Was this what she was supposed to be?

A shiver flew down her spine, her naked form shaking as she pushed aside that thought, floating gently towards the glass, as her hand touched the solid structure, it rippled under the touch of her finger tips, as if the glass was now water, the ripples caused colour changes creating a rippling rainbow to flow with her finger as the epicentre. "What the...." Said the unfamiliar voice. The liquid from the strange contraption began to flow up her hand, pulling her in to it. "Hmph, Ugh, come on, no no no NO!" she said as she struggled, trying to free her arm, yet some force pulled her forth. The silvery ripple completely pulling her naked body in to itself. Once again everything was dark though, upon opening her eyes she could see the outside. Her eyes fluttered. Where was she...was this...no, this couldn't be. Standing up to her full height, no not her full height but this bodies height. Looking at her hand's they were smaller, she was wearing a pink dress, though it was dirty..her shoulder ached, as did her stomach. Her lip was pounding. As she looked to the sky, the clouds darkened. Her hand slowly came upwards, touching the lip tenderly. Split upon the lower one, her hand touched her eye tenderly, yeah. Freshly done. Battered and bruised.

"Cerulean, come inside now, I swear to god I WONT ASK AGAIN". The voice, familiar yes. Her small seven year old head turned, her sapphire eyes laid upon a woman, Tall, slender. Who looked nothing like her, except for the eyes. The same sapphire eyes, yet this woman, with her short black hair, her eyes were not full of love, not adoration or anything resemblance emotions of happiness. Her eyes where dark, soulless and filled with hatred. Cerulean looked at her mother for the first time in over 20 years.



Puffing on her cigarette, the stinking sticks that Cerulean detested. "GET IN THE FUCKING HOUSE NOW BRAT, I DONT WANT THE RAIN TO SOAK THOSE CLOTHES I AM NOT WASHING THEM" she shouted before flinging her cigarette at the girl. It was as if her mind recalled being this age so clearly that Cerulean flinched. She had been in so many battles, in so many fights that were life threatening. She commanded fire with such efficiency and power, she had built a reputation, was feared by pirates and criminals alike, even by fellow marines. Yet here, within this memory? Within, whatever this was....she was this seven year old girl, terrified of her mother and father. Muscle memory seemed to take over and the young girl walked forward. Slowly, tentatively passing her mother as carefully as she could, yet the arms of her mother came around and pushed her forward in to the house. Oh no...she remembered this day. She knew that... Guuuurrrrrrgggggghhhh . The rumbling of her stomach. She was hungry, she hadn't eaten in so long. "ARE YOU  KIDDING ME, YOUR A FUCKING MONEY PIT, USELESS NO ONE WILL BUY A USELESS CHILD, ALL YOU DO IS COST YOUR FATHER AND I ALL WE HAVE AND FOR NOTHING. WORTHLESS" Here it was. She watched through tiny eyes as her mothers hand raised upwards. This was a memory, a memory that she was reliving....what had she done to deserve it.

The hand came downwards,  but the little seven year old girl's hands moved quicker, they flew up to block the strike with such accuracy. Her eyes held a small hint of defiance, glaring at her mother whom within this memory, in reality had been successful with her strike. Cerulean had been struck and upon crying her father happened to walk in to the house. You would think a father would comfort her, would protect her like fathers should. True to the memory in timing, the door handled moved. "Put your arms up to me huh, your father can deal with you" and in he walked. A man who looked so kind, so caring. Yet as the door finished closing, his smile faltered, twisting in to one of annoyance as his eyes fell upon his daughter. "The bitch raised her arms towards me" Her mother said to her father whom glared at her. This wasn't how this went down. She got struck from her mother, and her father came in and ignored her, just let her mother slap away, her father intervening each time she screamed. He took his belt off and....but now her father glared already moving to take the belt off.


Rear Admiral Cerulean Faith, wielder of fire. The CRIMSON QUEEN...backed up, her little seven year old feet shaking as she looked at the man. Her parents died....they died a few days after this event...pirates..... "Think your a big girl now huh? Think its ok to raise your hands to your own mother, the woman who gave you LIFE" her father roared as he began to walk towards her. Within her seven year old voice, she mustered up her courage, SHE WAS CERULEAN FAITH. THE CRIMSON QUEEN OF THE MARINES. "YOU CALL THIS A LIFE" she shouted, yet it was not the voice of a seven year old that came from her...it was her true voice, the one she was accustomed too. "A MOTHER AND FATHER WHO BEAT THEIR CHILD, WHO ASSAULT HER FOR TRIVIAL MATTERS. MY LIFE STARTS WITH YOUR DEATH" she shouted, tears flowing from her small eyes, down her chubby cheeks. She had never got to talk to her parents, to ask why they treated her this way...she never got to tell them how she felt.

Her father looked shocked, yet he pulled his belt tightly and attempted to bring it down. Ceruleans hand moved, catching the belt before it sprung. For a second the two glared at each other. "Little Bitch" her father snarled. He curled his hand around the belt and pulled it forward. Her seven year old body being at a disadvantage to her as she was pulled forward. Her fathers hand came to the side and struck her small face, right in to her lip and the right side of her face, with the force she was thrown off the floor and struck the wall where her fathers old sword was hung up.

Pushing herself upwards, she struggled a little as her dad pulled the belt, her mother laughed. How could a family be like this? be so violent towards their own daughter. "Worthless, it should have been you, WE DIDNT WANT YOU" he said as he begun to strike the dazed child, over and over. Her mothers screams to go on, to beat her....All Cerulean could do was scream, frozen due to the words spoken, words she had not heard. Had not heard in years, words that had destroyed her every day of her life. Her brother, her twin brother had died on the day of their birth. Her parents believed it was her fault.

So once more after so many years she was the defencless child, being brutally beaten. Once her father had his fill he would head to his drink table, place the bloody belt upon the table and pour a scotch. Generally she would recall this slight information before passing out,yet her body was of a seven year old her mind retained everything of her older self. She stood so shakily halting her mothers giggling, instead she glared. "STAY DOWN BRAT" "n...no" she uttered shakily standing at her tiny full height. "Speak back to your mother again, I dare you" "FUCK OFF" she said boldly. She stood now breathing. Her fathers eyes murderous as he grasped the belt once more. She turned and reached up, upon her tip toes she pulled the blade and pointed it to her father. "HOW DARE YOU" he shouted.

"HOW DARE I, HOW DARE YOU. YOU WERE NOT PARENTS, NOT FAMILY. MY BROTHER WAS WISE, DYING BEFORE HE GOT KNOW YOU" She said, fire within her eyes. This had her parents freeze. "Today you die" "Get rid of this mistake" her mother uttered. "ENOUGH OF THIS, YOU DON'T KNOW ME. I AM CERULEAN FAITH, REAR ADMIRAL OF THE MARINES. I AM NO MERE CHILD" She shouted, and as she did the sword within her hand transformed. The hilt becoming familiar, her handgrew as her smaller form began to crack, peeling off as she rose, her form changing to her familiar one, clothing of the marines intact. Her parents stood shaking, unsure. How could something like this be happening this was a memory right? Now standing as a fully grown woman in front of her parents. Strong and majestic, she looked to them. "Now that i'm not a child. Father, Mother. Try to beat me down now" she said. Her voice cold. Malice within her eyes. Her father and mother did not move. Not right away, they looked to each other. Her father dropping his belt, her mother simply stood in awe. He pulled the gun from his holster, her mother pulled a flintlock from the side desk and pointed it to their daughter. "You die" They said in unison as they went to shoot. The guns erupted. Yet her hand moved softly and quickly, the bullets falling into small fragments.

The look of shock was evident, yet before Cerulean moved, she saw something. Something so strange. A figure behind her parents dark and translucent. Large in mass, sphericle. She was sure she heard a strange laugh coming from it, but then it was gone. Her parents reloaded, backing up but they never saw her movement. Her blade came down and....

As much as she wanted too, as much as she hoped she could, these people after everything they did to her...she could not take them out, she could not kill them. She struck them with the flat end of the blade and down they went. She walked to the door and took one last look. "Even now, I can't kill you. but know this, there is no way. No way in hell that I will ever think of you again. I'v outgrown these memories" she shut, and as the door shut, the darkness swallowed her. Once more she returned to the room where she was naked. Her hand still upon the silver memory. Though the liquid now receeded.

The dark room changed, grass touched her feet, her sword, the one she had taken from her fathers bench within her hand. Gem was looking beautiful.Her normal outfit had returned and there she was, upon a beautiful hill top. There was the shadow creature she had previously seen, though it now had colour. Yelow, with strange holes. Large roughly 32 feet tall. Incredibly large.. Staring at her. So she did what any sane person would do. She would move forward, in its direction. "Hey, who the hell are you. Your not in my memories, so that must mean your the cause of all this fuckery in my head.".  She had to shout, because she was at least thirty meters from the creature, this creature whome pushed its hand forward, and from what seemed to be a portal, it shot into cerulean covering her entire body as it pushed her through the air and sent her skidding. She mamaged to hold on to her blade as she rectified herself. "Your a tough lil girly girl, standing up to those meeeaaan old parents." the creature said with a giggle. "But your in my world, my domain and I'v been tasked with killing you. Your not getting away, getting away, getting AWAAAHAAAHAYY" the creature sang as its fist came once more. This time she put her blade forth and the creature howled. "I'm done with your shit, you just made me face the worst time of my life. For a sick game? To break me" she uttered. Her blade igniting in her hand, the famous look of the Crimson Queen, she was defiant, she had all her power within her stare. The creature flinched. "WELL YOU FAILED" she screamed. "I was torn ya know? I was tempted to leave my calling. The marines. Some of thier systems terrify me, the noble system. Its something I want to break. NO! ITS SOMETHING I WILL BREAK. I WILL CHANGE THE MARINES AND THE WORLD. I WILL BECOME THE BEACON OF HOPE THAT THIS WORLD CAN FALL ON, YOU CAN MANIPULATE MY MEMORIES, PLAY WITH MY DREAMS OR SHOW ME THE NIGHTMARES I FEAR BUT MY FIRE WILL CUT THROUGH THEM ALL. MY FIRE WILL BE THE LIGHT THAT ALL THOSE WITH PURE INTENTIONS FOLLOW" she shouted as her flame burst with life, the hand of the creature igniting as it pulled his hand away.

"OOhhhooo I know you, I know you. Cerulean Faith, The Crimson Queen. Do you know me? Do you KNOW ME, not this form not this form, hahahahayyyhaahahaha, maybe this form HAHAHHAHAHA" the figure flickered, dropping to a human.


"This form this form you know me, famous famous famous I am, one billion two billion three billion YO" the human uttered as his creature form returned. He would laugh as wisps of smoke shot forth, hundreds of them, thousands of them. Each life Cerulean had touched, each life she had encountered. Her parents, vice admirals, rear admirals, fellow marines. Pirates she had killed and imprisoned, civilians. Every face she could place, Malachies. Yet Cerulean stood, staring at the creature. "I thought I told you, anything you throw at me, family, friends. EVERYTHING. I will not let it stop me." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU SILLY SO SILLY, YOU KNOW I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW. YOU COULDNT KILL COULDNT KILL YOUR PARENTS NO KILL NO KILL MEANS I WIN I WIN" The creature joyfully shouted as it jumped up and down.

"I may not be able to kill my parents, but I have no problem killing the nefarious Tygra - The Manipulator. Your power is gone, you lost the moment you stupidly revealed yoruself. Tygra the Manipulator, the one whom possesses the dream dream fruit. To this date has murdered over eight thousand marines within marine headquarterz. Foolishly failed to finish off a marine commodore who passed on this information....sadly its the only information he keeps repeating." she said softly smiling.

"And I now have definite proof, that these things, these people, they aren't real." she said with a smile. As her blade seemed to focus in tune with her emotions. She would strike the firey blade in to the ground. Though as she did the world around her changed, her friends, family and aquaintinces simply remained as if the sudden rush of water had no effect on them. Though the water did not connect with her, it simply came in to existance. "Silly Silly you you girl, no fire no fire, water water water the creature said jumping up and down, water moving around him. Yet the Rear Admiral grinned. As her fire erupted any way, though no longer brilliantly orange and shining, an eery green flame erupted around her and pushed forth, she saw them all surrounded by fire, she saw her parents screech in the water, she saw malachy fry. For some reason, she did not falter. Even though she new it was not real seeing them all, it seemed to chip away her mind, her heart. But she looked on to the creature and something within her clicked. The creature looked.........happy.

"Chip chip chippity chip, kill again and again and nothing goes right, kill kill chip chippity chip, the more you break the more you break the more you break HEAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" it screeched. Though the creature seemed to understand that water was no hindrance and soon the field returned. As the fire dispersed bodies lay, skeletal, charred beyond recognition. "Your turn" she uttered as she took a single step towards the notorious pirate. Yet as she did the skeletons moved, flesh returned and her foes....her known ones, surrounded her once more.


So strong at the beginning, time and time again she burned them, watched the people she loathed, the people she loved, the people she didnt really care about. All burn and scream time and time again. Perhaps at first she felt nothing, but the more she watched the ones she used to love, have their faces melt from their skulls. Hearing those screams over and over. Flames kept building up and tearing them back down. But eventually her mind could not summon them. Her legs gave way as she fell to her knees huffing and panting. The dream forms of her foes returning again for what felt like the hundredth time. The creature had not stopped laughing, Yet as she fell and those around her grew closer, she could feel darkness begin to take her. "YES YES YES FALL FALL FALL, ANOTHER ONE BITES ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST, DREAMS ARE POWER DREAMS ARE MINE, I AM GREATER THAN YOU SWINE" the creature danced gleefully.

]"I thought you were stronger than this, you killed me for your beliefs, you took me down and I have never respected someone more than that" a voice uttered. "Malachy?" Ceruleans voice broke out. "Oh my dear, that mother of your's was vile and I'm so sorry i never caught on....I love you my darling. Do not let this vile monster taint your dreams"...

That voice. That final voice.."Granmama?". Cerulean said as a warmth filled her body, she seemed to glow ever so gently. "Granmama...i think....i think this is the end" Cerulean uttered, her voice broken, a tear falling from her face.



You made a big deal about declaring what YOU where going to do. I know you suffered, but i did not teach you in our short time to give up. You are the CRIMSON QUEEN. I'v watched you, from above. I'v watched the girl you've become. These are your dreams, remember that. Your in control here, not him" she said.."I...I'm in control". Cerulean uttered, and it was as if for the first time she realized, during all this time SHE HAD been in control. The creature hadn't moved, he had used long range assaults and manipulation, he was scared to get close to her, he used her fears, her friends and her foes to get to her. Yet why didnt he just break her instantly if he could? He turned the world of dreams to water to extuingish her flames instead of simply wishing it to be....she had Gem.. "IM IN CHARGE" she uttered and once more light enveloped her bringing her from the darkness.

Her sword ignited as she pulled it. "I WILL CHANGE THIS WORLD. I PROMISE YOU THAT" she shouted. "NO NO NO NO TAKE HER TAKE HER DRAG HER DOWN DOWN" shouted Tygra. Yet as her dreams came fire enveloped them. A roar sounded in the distance, the giant creature looked behind him a moment too late as the massive Dinosaur collided with the dream manipulator, the strength of the dino easily knocking him down, his sphericle body causing him to roll away. "WHAT THE HELL HELL WHO THAT WHO THAT" the creature said as he rolled. "THAT IS MY FRIEND" shouted Cerulean as she fell from the sky. The T-rex jumping to meet her though transforming in to a secondary blade that burst with fire. "YOUR NOT IN CHARGE" she shouted as her blades penetrated the creature and fire devoured him. Everything turned black.


Eyes flickered, a grunting noise could be heard from the room she was in. Her heart pounded as she looked around, hooked up to machines, as she dazed awake her eyes came in to focus, locating the grunting noise, the true form of Tyga lay upon the floor, panting hard, as if every step was painful. "Bitch, Iv never been ejected, never never bitch bitch"" he uttered though every word seemed painful. Cerulean moved, ripping the iv from her arm, her gown flying around her as she grasped the dream manipulator. "how, how how how, no one can control it better than me, HOW HOW" "I had help, but i realized you couldn't control things directly related to me, with pure meaning. You could control my nightmares and loved ones, but my powers remained in tact, you tried to use water but couldnt, I awoke gem within that dream world upon fighting my dad, again if you were in control you'd never have given me my weapon. I just focuesed everything on Mini and there she was. Your downfall. NURSE GET IN HERE" she shouted. Soon enough a nurse came in and Cerulean would explain the situation. After Tygra was arrested after a few choice words Cerulean was informed what happened when she blacked out and that she was wanted by the higher ups, she was to rest first until her wound healed. So thats what she did, she dreamed about her granny...looking down upon her and smiing.


[The end]