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For the first time since she could remember, Sparkle had never been seduced so fast and so absolutely by the succulent sensation of snooze. Never, had slumber tasted so sweet and so pure, and so utterly and thoroughly relaxing. It was as if the world had melted away, leaving behind nothing but the blissful sensation of tranquility whispering into the edge of her soul.\n\nSo when she woke up, faced with the dreadful visage of rotten wallpaper and decrepit tile that wrapped around her bed, she broke down. She'd been hoping for her own room. Her own bed, her own blankets, sheets and pillows. She'd been hoping, that it was a long, very, very vivid nightmare that she'd awaken from, caked in fear and soaked in sweat. Her fingers pried at the dirty blankets she'd wrapped herself in, and she pulled herself up to her knees, peering through the gloom while the tears threatened to wash the dirty fur spread across her cheeks. She couldn't stop them even if she tried, and now that she didn't, it wasn't a simple few rivets, but a torrential downpour of emotion that ripped itself from her core.\n\nIt wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. What kind of God... what kind of person, deity, or creature, could exist with such a sordid sense of cruelty, that they would allow this kind of suffering to a befall another being? What kind of 'Father' was this God, to send his child to such a horrific place, knowing full well she'd done nothing to deserve it, but even worse, while she was still alive, have the full and complete total ability to stop it, and let it go on none the less? Was she the butt of some cosmic joke? Her entire life some horrible arrangement of suffering just to please an omnipotent being? And this was the punch line? Watch her suffer in a fate worse then death...knowing there was no way out and watch her scramble like some insect lost in a maze. A giant death trap, and let the single flickering light of hope drive her insane. It was all some sort of horrible game and she was the ball...\n\n\"I get it...I get it already, I GET IT, I GET IT, I GET IT! YOU HATE ME!!! YOU FUCKING HATE ME!! I FUCKING GET IT ALREADY GOD! I GET IT DAMN YOU, I FUCKING GET IT!! END IT ALREADY YOU SADISTIC FUCK!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!\" She shrieked, until the churning pit of rage and terror boiled over in her stomach and she vomited. She clutched at her stomach, moaning in pain, while she dry heaved, helplessly twitching and squirming on the floor, suffering as her stomach tried to turn itself inside out, and when it was finally over, she lay there, panting quietly, bleary eyed, and tearful and alone. This was it. She didn't get judgment, she didn't get a trial, not a chance, not a prayer. She didn't get a single say in the matter. Final destination, hell. One way ticket.\n\n\"Why...Jesus Christ, why me...why me...I tried...I...why me...what did I ever do to you...for fucks sakes, I'm a damned speck...I'm just a speck...why are you picking on me...\"She sobbed quietly into the unending darkness of her room. Her fingers clenched at the agonizing pain in her stomach and she gave a fluttering sigh.\n\"I don't...I don't understand. I was learning magic tricks to...help kids in the hospital...sick kids damn it...I fucking...never did anything to hurt anybody...I had all this power...all this skill and I never used it for my own greed, I never hurt anybody...I only used it to protect my friends and family...and this is my reward? You've got one hell of a sense of humor. Get it...Hell? Oh, I am funnnnnnny. \" Sparkle muttered quietly, climbing to her feet.\n\"So lets see how this plays out. Only I'm really gettin' tired of your script...mind if I give it a rewrite? Gimmie a sign if you do?\" Sparkle hissed quietly. She perked her ears.\n\"...Thought so.\" She snarled.\n\n\nThe apartment was broken down and slanted sideways, the way it looked after it the fire on the bottom floor torched the structural supports and the building collapsed, killing everybody inside. A few denizens of hell had found it, fixed it as best they could, and now it served as a smallish community of people trying to survive their eternal punishment. Standing in the mist of the room...balancing as best he could, was Ricochet. He stood, frozen in time, eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady. In the time it took for a light bulb to flicker on after the switch had been flicked, he twisted around and drew his gun with split second timing and precision. He stood, frozen when he noticed, in his turn, the figure of the female he'd rescued two days before, standing in the door.\n\nShe was dressed, oddly like before, in her strange belt buckle pants, and strange jacket that was like his duster, only went half way down her legs with a large split in the middle. He offered her a curt smile, and she gave him a nod of her head. She was something else...he had to admit. What she was, however, was what worried him the most- and he tightened his grip around his pistol.\n\n\"Ma'am...mighty fine ta have you up and among the livi...dead. How'd ja sleep?\" Ricochet asked quietly. She offered a ghostly hint of a smirk and walked towards him slowly, arms crossed, pose reserved and protective, and slowly sat down across from him on a rickety old couch that was halfheartedly repaired. She shrugged after a moment when she realized he was waiting for an answer to his question and he chuckled, and adjusted his hat over his eyes.\n\n\"Well, ya'll was asleep fer near two days, so I'd call it more of a coma, but I'm glad ya rested. Maybe rested enough to answer a coupla questions?\" He asked quietly, tossing her a subtle, glance. She bit her lower lip quietly, ears giving a twitch before she gave a slow sigh followed by a shake of her head. Ricochet frowned.\n\n\"Well...Alright...ya'll don't have to say much...just...fine ya curious...that's all.\" He said softly. At this, the wolf perked her ears and pointedly glanced up at him, looking at him directly in the eyes.\n\n\"Curious?\" She asked slowly and rolled her head back, giving a chortling choke of a laugh.\n\"And just what, is so curious about me?\" She growled quietly. Ricochet raised an eyebrow, before he spun his gun idly on one finger and slipped it into it's holster.\n\n\"Well, fer one, them big purdy eyes o' yours. You done kissed a fur, and sucked his soul clean right out his body, and three, ya done whipped up a snow storm in the middle of hell itself. I don't know how they describe it in yer time period, but where I come from, yer down right fuckin' curious missy.\" Ricochet explained, to which the girl burst into an honest to goodness laugh. He smiled quietly, feeling slightly more at ease and walked over, slowly, gently, and took a seat next to her. To his surprise, she moved to lean against him, resting her body against his, sighing deeply. Ricochet had to admit...it'd been forever since he felt another body- another female body, against him, warm, welcoming...soothing...\n\n\"You saved my life...you...brought me here...kept me safe while I slept...I guess I could tug a few answers out of the air for you. \"She chuckled softly. Ricochet smiled and nodded his head, taking a deep breath. He liked this. He had to admit- he liked this. He liked company in his little lonely apartment, and he liked her. She was witty, clever, and dangerous...all in it's own right, it made for a terrible mate- but she had a spark to her he couldn't deny.\n\n\"Well lets start wit yer eyes. How do ya get eyes like that, sweetheart?\" He asked quietly. His heart was jumping now, pounding, beating away at his chest like it wanted to tear through his rib cage and free itself into the open room. The girl remained quiet for a long few seconds, casting Ricochet into an even deeper well of anticipation, before she shook her head.\n\n\"Couldn't tell ya.\" She spit. He sighed. \"Why so interested in my eyes, anyway? What's the big deal.\" She asked quietly, her voice riddled with innocence. She really didn't know. He glanced her over once, before shaking his head at her question.\n\n\"Really? Well now, hun, I believe I done already spoke about yer eyes being all big n' purdy n' green. Mine are lil itty bitty dots. Now, I hear the eyes are a window into the soul...and in hell it's all about souls down here. Rumor's floatin' around about the eyes. They say 'you meet someone with eyes big as yours...mean's they...'understand.' \" He explained. She frowned.\n\n\"Understand what?\" She quipped softly. The coyote bit his lower lip for a moment, rolling his eyes in contemplation, before he shook his head.\n\n\"Plenty of theories on that one. Nobody knows for sure. Only thing we know is it's good...at least we think it is...good to know ...good to understand...some folk think that it means you understand the 'great plan' of God's...others think it means you understand whatcha done did wrong to get down to hell...some think it means you understand your doomed. I don't know...but I wanna understand.\" Ricochet said quietly, gazing into the distance. Sparkle gave a brief nod, resting against him and shifted her position, giving a soft sigh.\n\n\"Anything else.\" She quipped, letting the question hang in the air like it wasn't bound to the fifty other questions in his head. The coyote nodded and gazed into the distance again, letting inquires tumble about in his skull, until one pulled itself out of his mouth and presented itself to the room.\n\n\"How's a girl like you, shoot fire out of her paws? How'd you set that snowstorm in the church? How'd you...how'd you kiss that boy and...\" He let the words trail off. In truth, he was extraordinarily uncomfortable with what he'd seen her do to dispatch the mouse that assaulted the two of them. Taking somebody's life was one thing...but tearing out a soul was a level he wasn't sure he could deal with. She shook her head quietly, biting at her lower lip, as if she were afraid of the answer itself, before she finally took a breath. Maybe she'd come to some sort of decision?\n\n\"It's magic.\" She said breathlessly, all scrunched together, in one swift hushed groan. He frowned. Had he heard correctly?\n\n\"Magic...?\" He asked. She nodded again.\n\n\"Magic...I can cast spells. I'm a witch. I'm...I'm capable of doing a lot of different things...capable of...Magic attracts demons. It's why that thing found us...I'd been casting to many spells in to short a time period. I'm like a beacon down here to those things...\" She said softly. Ricochet shook his head, letting a gentle grin creep over his muzzle.\n\n\"You're pullin' m' chain missy. Ain't no such thing. And them demons attack every-\"\n\n\"Fuck you.\"\n\n\" I beg yer-\"\n\"Fuck. You. I said I was a witch, I said I used magic, and that is why that thing attacked, and THAT is the reason it died. That is the reason I'm still alive.\" She snarled. The coyote froze, his ears perked and his eyes wide.\n\n\"Ok you're a witch.\" He grinned. She balked. She hadn't been expecting that, and watching her expression change from angry to confusion was adorable. He stifled a giggle.\n\n\"So how exactly didja learn all that fancy hoo doo? More importantly, couldja teach me?\" He grinned. She frowned and rolled those splendid eyes of hers.\n\n\"First of all. No. Magic takes a really long time to learn.\" She explained. He grinned wickedly at the response, and nudged her side with his elbow.\n\n\"Well aren't you the lucky little lady!? Turns out, I've got an eternity!\" He laughed. She grinned at this, but still shook her head chuckling coldly.\n\n\"Too bad, cause you still can't learn how to do what I do. See, everybody has a very specific element and....oh, it's confusing and long. Basically, what I do requires a catalyst in order for it to work. I focus my hate.\" She spit the words like venom. He froze, quiet, listening for more...but there wasn't anymore.\n\n\"Hate...you...focus your hatred? That don't make a lick of sense darling...side's how much hate could you have?\" He chuckled. She didn't smile this time. If anything, she grew distant, pulling herself away from his warmth, and pulling her legs around herself.\n\n\"Long story.\" She mumbled. He stepped into something...he'd crossed some line...\n\n\"I've still got that eternity...sides, stories are good. \"\n\n\"Not this one.\"\n\n\"Well missy, turns out, one of the most important things I learned on earth, was stories are important tell. And the most important stories, are the ones people don't want to share.\" He quipped. She was silent, looking away at the door, ears folded down. She was alone...she was somewhere far away from him where he couldn't reach, and for some reason, something inside of him cried out to try and reach her. After a few moments, he gave a soft and shook his head, reaching out to grasp at her paw softly and squeeze it in his own. The movement shocked her, but before she could draw back, he put on his most charming, reassuring smile.\n\n\"If I didn't want to hear it honey...I could think of one hundred other things I could do...turns out right now, this is the top of my list.\" He whispered. He caught a red fading tint of emotion on her cheeks before she turned away again, refusing to look at him. But this time, he caught her voice- soft and subtle, broken like a radio trying to get through intense static...but it was there...\n\n\"...Once. A long, long long time ago...in a kingdom far away...there was a little girl named Juliet...or Jillian...or Jenna...she hated her first name...so it didn't matter...She never told it to anyone, and everybody just called her Jay...Jay had a big family. Really big. Two older brothers, both in college, an older sister, a twin sister, identical, and a little baby sister. She was the middle child in a family of eight, but she was happy. They lived in a castle...big and beautiful...and she even though she was only a little girl, she practiced magic tricks whenever she got the chance. See, she watched T.v...err she had a few magic books, and her absolute favorite magician, was the Dynamic Dazzler- a woman and a wolf just like she was. Jay had all her books, and practiced all the tricks she talked about. Jay, her twin sister Jacqueline, Her little sister, Laura, and their older sister, Sylvia, were all very happy. Their daddy was a big time lawyer, and mommy was at college, trying to learn how to be a chef...she came home late, every night, complaining about homework, and trying new recipes to feed the family and the big castle always smelled so......so....home. \"The wolf whispered quietly, ears folded back, her voice soft and heartfelt, filled with longing and torturous need.\n\n\"One day...but one day disaster struck the castle...See, Daddy got caught taking bribes...got into lots of trouble...sued...got into a lot of trouble. Lots and lots of trouble...They had to move...move away from the big happy castle, and they ended up on an old farm, far away from everything they knew and loved. Mommy had to stop going to college since the family lost a lot of money...her dream never got to come true and daddy was angry all the time. Cursing and screaming, and...he was so mad. The girls still tried to make due with what they had...but things only got worse...Mommy had to take a job at the local diner to try and help make ends meet...daddy took a job at a bottling plant...he always came home smelling like beer... he was always mad now...always screaming at the girls to go to bed...to stop making noise...to be quiet so he could watch t.v. After a while, daddy started taking off his belt, and slamming it into things to make his point...screaming and threatening his little girls...his little angels...\" The wolf sniffled softly, shaking her head.\n\n\"One...one day...the house was empty...mommy was at work...and Sylvia was off trying to get into college. She was only 12 years old, but very very very gifted...she was off talking to the Dean to try and get into a special schooling program...Laura...the little girl was off at a friend's house- so it was simply the two girls...Jay and Jacqueline. Daddy came home early...cursing...he was angry...He'd been drinking. Out at the bar...out where he shouldn't have been with people he shouldn't have been with...He was mad and started yelling at Jacqueline. Yelling at her about things she didn't do...yelling at her as if it was her fault he lost his job taking bribes. Little Jay was only eight...but she knew it wasn't fair...and she loved her sister more then anything in the world ever...So little Jay tricked daddy into thinking ...into thinking that Jay was Jacqueline...and Jacqueline was Jay. She told Jacqueline to go outside, as far away as she could because Daddy was acting...different today. Angry...strangely angry...and Jacqueline ran off to hide...and daddy took little Jay...his little angel into his room...and beat her half to death with an extension cord...and finally, after little Jay couldn't scream anymore, because all that would come out was blood...He....d,...daddy took her clothes off....and took his pants off...and...he decided...that Jay wasn't allowed to be a little girl anymore...she had to be a woman. \"The wolf hissed quietly, her ears laying back once again, her voice hissing with rage and trickling with hatred. The coyote held his tongue...he'd asked...\n\n\"Jacqueline came back...but Jay tried to hide it. She couldn't tell anybody...because if she did, the family would be torn apart...Mommy and daddy would go away, Sylvia wouldn't be able to get into college...the sisters would go to foster homes...no...it wouldn't do to tell anybody...So Jay kept her mouth shut...and daddy didn't say anything. She pretended she got beaten up, but refused to say by who. No one would point the fingers at Daddy...but Jacqueline knew the truth. It happened again and again and again...And then finally, one day...everything...changed.\" The girl hissed. The coyote perked his ears. In his stomach he felt something shift and fall away. The story was about to get worse. He could feel it...\n\n\"See, things had been disappearing around the house...lots of things..pretty things...expensive things...things mommy had been selling for drugs to help cope with Daddy...but one day, mommy came home with a lot of food and a cake and said \"TODAY WE START OVER!\" She said she got a new job, and she was gonna...life was gonna be good again. She said she was gonna leave daddy...and she said we all got to start over, and we'd have nothing to remind us about what happened in the past. We needed new names to ...to start this new life...She named them differently, based on their personality. Laura was always smiling, so she was nick named Shine...and Jacqueline was so full of passion and fire, so she was Spice...and Sylvia was always sour and serious, so she named her sugar...because she really was sweet inside...and little Jay...she was always trying to make people laugh...with her little magic tricks...\"Your soul Sparkles.\" Said mother.\n\nIt was a good day. Sylvia had her final interview with the college...and Laura had a sleep over at a friends house, so mommy left to take them...and she left Jacqueline and little Jay...all alone. And that's when daddy came home...he was mad because he lost his job at the factory, for drinking...and he was already drunk...and J...I told Jac...Jackie to run like usual, but she didn't. She said it was a new start and she was going to take the time to tie up loose ends...finish something old. And when Dad grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into the bed room...J, Jackie came in after us with my dad's old revolver...ready to make the new start...but she missed...and he decided to teach her a lesson by knocking the gun from her and picking it up...and that's when Little Jay tried to protect her sister like a shield...and that's when Daddy shot her in her side, and in her pelvis...that's when daddy shattered little Jay's pelvis and fucked up her walk for the rest of her life...and the shards pierced her insides...so they had to do extensive surgery...and that's why little Jay can't have any kids...ever....EVER....\"The wolf sobbed, tears freely running down her cheeks, while she struggled to continue her story.\n\n\"And tha...Daddy shot little Jackie...and then...we...he...AHEM. AHEM...Daddy...daddy passed out...but we were lying on the floor, bleeding to death...and Sylvia and mommy came home, because Sylvia forgot her binder...and she called an ambulance and tried to stop the bleeding...and she managed until the ambulance arrived...but it was too much...it was too late. They managed to get us to the hospital...but we bled out. Couldn't survive...died on the operating table.\" Sparkle whispered quietly, before quietly shaking her head.\n\n\"Iknowright? Funny Story...and I'm not even half way through. \"She mumbled.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sleep. For the first time since she could remember, Sparkle had never been seduced so fast and so absolutely by the succulent sensation of snooze. Never, had slumber tasted so sweet and so pure, and so utterly and thoroughly relaxing. It was as if the world had melted away, leaving behind nothing but the blissful sensation of tranquility whispering into the edge of her soul.

So when she woke up, faced with the dreadful visage of rotten wallpaper and decrepit tile that wrapped around her bed, she broke down. She'd been hoping for her own room. Her own bed, her own blankets, sheets and pillows. She'd been hoping, that it was a long, very, very vivid nightmare that she'd awaken from, caked in fear and soaked in sweat. Her fingers pried at the dirty blankets she'd wrapped herself in, and she pulled herself up to her knees, peering through the gloom while the tears threatened to wash the dirty fur spread across her cheeks. She couldn't stop them even if she tried, and now that she didn't, it wasn't a simple few rivets, but a torrential downpour of emotion that ripped itself from her core.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. What kind of God... what kind of person, deity, or creature, could exist with such a sordid sense of cruelty, that they would allow this kind of suffering to a befall another being? What kind of 'Father' was this God, to send his child to such a horrific place, knowing full well she'd done nothing to deserve it, but even worse, while she was still alive, have the full and complete total ability to stop it, and let it go on none the less? Was she the butt of some cosmic joke? Her entire life some horrible arrangement of suffering just to please an omnipotent being? And this was the punch line? Watch her suffer in a fate worse then death...knowing there was no way out and watch her scramble like some insect lost in a maze. A giant death trap, and let the single flickering light of hope drive her insane. It was all some sort of horrible game and she was the ball...

"I get it...I get it already, I GET IT, I GET IT, I GET IT! YOU HATE ME!!! YOU FUCKING HATE ME!! I FUCKING GET IT ALREADY GOD! I GET IT DAMN YOU, I FUCKING GET IT!! END IT ALREADY YOU SADISTIC FUCK!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!" She shrieked, until the churning pit of rage and terror boiled over in her stomach and she vomited. She clutched at her stomach, moaning in pain, while she dry heaved, helplessly twitching and squirming on the floor, suffering as her stomach tried to turn itself inside out, and when it was finally over, she lay there, panting quietly, bleary eyed, and tearful and alone. This was it. She didn't get judgment, she didn't get a trial, not a chance, not a prayer. She didn't get a single say in the matter. Final destination, hell. One way ticket.

"Why...Jesus Christ, why me...why me...I tried...I...why me...what did I ever do to you...for fucks sakes, I'm a damned speck...I'm just a speck...why are you picking on me..."She sobbed quietly into the unending darkness of her room. Her fingers clenched at the agonizing pain in her stomach and she gave a fluttering sigh.
"I don't...I don't understand. I was learning magic tricks to...help kids in the hospital...sick kids damn it...I fucking...never did anything to hurt anybody...I had all this power...all this skill and I never used it for my own greed, I never hurt anybody...I only used it to protect my friends and family...and this is my reward? You've got one hell of a sense of humor. Get it...Hell? Oh, I am funnnnnnny. " Sparkle muttered quietly, climbing to her feet.
"So lets see how this plays out. Only I'm really gettin' tired of your script...mind if I give it a rewrite? Gimmie a sign if you do?" Sparkle hissed quietly. She perked her ears.
"...Thought so." She snarled.


The apartment was broken down and slanted sideways, the way it looked after it the fire on the bottom floor torched the structural supports and the building collapsed, killing everybody inside. A few denizens of hell had found it, fixed it as best they could, and now it served as a smallish community of people trying to survive their eternal punishment. Standing in the mist of the room...balancing as best he could, was Ricochet. He stood, frozen in time, eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady. In the time it took for a light bulb to flicker on after the switch had been flicked, he twisted around and drew his gun with split second timing and precision. He stood, frozen when he noticed, in his turn, the figure of the female he'd rescued two days before, standing in the door.

She was dressed, oddly like before, in her strange belt buckle pants, and strange jacket that was like his duster, only went half way down her legs with a large split in the middle. He offered her a curt smile, and she gave him a nod of her head. She was something else...he had to admit. What she was, however, was what worried him the most- and he tightened his grip around his pistol.

"Ma'am...mighty fine ta have you up and among the livi...dead. How'd ja sleep?" Ricochet asked quietly. She offered a ghostly hint of a smirk and walked towards him slowly, arms crossed, pose reserved and protective, and slowly sat down across from him on a rickety old couch that was halfheartedly repaired. She shrugged after a moment when she realized he was waiting for an answer to his question and he chuckled, and adjusted his hat over his eyes.

"Well, ya'll was asleep fer near two days, so I'd call it more of a coma, but I'm glad ya rested. Maybe rested enough to answer a coupla questions?" He asked quietly, tossing her a subtle, glance. She bit her lower lip quietly, ears giving a twitch before she gave a slow sigh followed by a shake of her head. Ricochet frowned.

"Well...Alright...ya'll don't have to say much...just...fine ya curious...that's all." He said softly. At this, the wolf perked her ears and pointedly glanced up at him, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"Curious?" She asked slowly and rolled her head back, giving a chortling choke of a laugh.
"And just what, is so curious about me?" She growled quietly. Ricochet raised an eyebrow, before he spun his gun idly on one finger and slipped it into it's holster.

"Well, fer one, them big purdy eyes o' yours. You done kissed a fur, and sucked his soul clean right out his body, and three, ya done whipped up a snow storm in the middle of hell itself. I don't know how they describe it in yer time period, but where I come from, yer down right fuckin' curious missy." Ricochet explained, to which the girl burst into an honest to goodness laugh. He smiled quietly, feeling slightly more at ease and walked over, slowly, gently, and took a seat next to her. To his surprise, she moved to lean against him, resting her body against his, sighing deeply. Ricochet had to admit...it'd been forever since he felt another body- another female body, against him, warm, welcoming...soothing...

"You saved my life...you...brought me here...kept me safe while I slept...I guess I could tug a few answers out of the air for you. "She chuckled softly. Ricochet smiled and nodded his head, taking a deep breath. He liked this. He had to admit- he liked this. He liked company in his little lonely apartment, and he liked her. She was witty, clever, and dangerous...all in it's own right, it made for a terrible mate- but she had a spark to her he couldn't deny.

"Well lets start wit yer eyes. How do ya get eyes like that, sweetheart?" He asked quietly. His heart was jumping now, pounding, beating away at his chest like it wanted to tear through his rib cage and free itself into the open room. The girl remained quiet for a long few seconds, casting Ricochet into an even deeper well of anticipation, before she shook her head.

"Couldn't tell ya." She spit. He sighed. "Why so interested in my eyes, anyway? What's the big deal." She asked quietly, her voice riddled with innocence. She really didn't know. He glanced her over once, before shaking his head at her question.

"Really? Well now, hun, I believe I done already spoke about yer eyes being all big n' purdy n' green. Mine are lil itty bitty dots. Now, I hear the eyes are a window into the soul...and in hell it's all about souls down here. Rumor's floatin' around about the eyes. They say 'you meet someone with eyes big as yours...mean's they...'understand.' " He explained. She frowned.

"Understand what?" She quipped softly. The coyote bit his lower lip for a moment, rolling his eyes in contemplation, before he shook his head.

"Plenty of theories on that one. Nobody knows for sure. Only thing we know is it's good...at least we think it is...good to know ...good to understand...some folk think that it means you understand the 'great plan' of God's...others think it means you understand whatcha done did wrong to get down to hell...some think it means you understand your doomed. I don't know...but I wanna understand." Ricochet said quietly, gazing into the distance. Sparkle gave a brief nod, resting against him and shifted her position, giving a soft sigh.

"Anything else." She quipped, letting the question hang in the air like it wasn't bound to the fifty other questions in his head. The coyote nodded and gazed into the distance again, letting inquires tumble about in his skull, until one pulled itself out of his mouth and presented itself to the room.

"How's a girl like you, shoot fire out of her paws? How'd you set that snowstorm in the church? How'd you...how'd you kiss that boy and..." He let the words trail off. In truth, he was extraordinarily uncomfortable with what he'd seen her do to dispatch the mouse that assaulted the two of them. Taking somebody's life was one thing...but tearing out a soul was a level he wasn't sure he could deal with. She shook her head quietly, biting at her lower lip, as if she were afraid of the answer itself, before she finally took a breath. Maybe she'd come to some sort of decision?

"It's magic." She said breathlessly, all scrunched together, in one swift hushed groan. He frowned. Had he heard correctly?

"Magic...?" He asked. She nodded again.

"Magic...I can cast spells. I'm a witch. I'm...I'm capable of doing a lot of different things...capable of...Magic attracts demons. It's why that thing found us...I'd been casting to many spells in to short a time period. I'm like a beacon down here to those things..." She said softly. Ricochet shook his head, letting a gentle grin creep over his muzzle.

"You're pullin' m' chain missy. Ain't no such thing. And them demons attack every-"

"Fuck you."

" I beg yer-"
"Fuck. You. I said I was a witch, I said I used magic, and that is why that thing attacked, and THAT is the reason it died. That is the reason I'm still alive." She snarled. The coyote froze, his ears perked and his eyes wide.

"Ok you're a witch." He grinned. She balked. She hadn't been expecting that, and watching her expression change from angry to confusion was adorable. He stifled a giggle.

"So how exactly didja learn all that fancy hoo doo? More importantly, couldja teach me?" He grinned. She frowned and rolled those splendid eyes of hers.

"First of all. No. Magic takes a really long time to learn." She explained. He grinned wickedly at the response, and nudged her side with his elbow.

"Well aren't you the lucky little lady!? Turns out, I've got an eternity!" He laughed. She grinned at this, but still shook her head chuckling coldly.

"Too bad, cause you still can't learn how to do what I do. See, everybody has a very specific element and....oh, it's confusing and long. Basically, what I do requires a catalyst in order for it to work. I focus my hate." She spit the words like venom. He froze, quiet, listening for more...but there wasn't anymore.

"Hate...you...focus your hatred? That don't make a lick of sense darling...side's how much hate could you have?" He chuckled. She didn't smile this time. If anything, she grew distant, pulling herself away from his warmth, and pulling her legs around herself.

"Long story." She mumbled. He stepped into something...he'd crossed some line...

"I've still got that eternity...sides, stories are good. "

"Not this one."

"Well missy, turns out, one of the most important things I learned on earth, was stories are important tell. And the most important stories, are the ones people don't want to share." He quipped. She was silent, looking away at the door, ears folded down. She was alone...she was somewhere far away from him where he couldn't reach, and for some reason, something inside of him cried out to try and reach her. After a few moments, he gave a soft and shook his head, reaching out to grasp at her paw softly and squeeze it in his own. The movement shocked her, but before she could draw back, he put on his most charming, reassuring smile.

"If I didn't want to hear it honey...I could think of one hundred other things I could do...turns out right now, this is the top of my list." He whispered. He caught a red fading tint of emotion on her cheeks before she turned away again, refusing to look at him. But this time, he caught her voice- soft and subtle, broken like a radio trying to get through intense static...but it was there...

"...Once. A long, long long time ago...in a kingdom far away...there was a little girl named Juliet...or Jillian...or Jenna...she hated her first name...so it didn't matter...She never told it to anyone, and everybody just called her Jay...Jay had a big family. Really big. Two older brothers, both in college, an older sister, a twin sister, identical, and a little baby sister. She was the middle child in a family of eight, but she was happy. They lived in a castle...big and beautiful...and she even though she was only a little girl, she practiced magic tricks whenever she got the chance. See, she watched T.v...err she had a few magic books, and her absolute favorite magician, was the Dynamic Dazzler- a woman and a wolf just like she was. Jay had all her books, and practiced all the tricks she talked about. Jay, her twin sister Jacqueline, Her little sister, Laura, and their older sister, Sylvia, were all very happy. Their daddy was a big time lawyer, and mommy was at college, trying to learn how to be a chef...she came home late, every night, complaining about homework, and trying new recipes to feed the family and the big castle always smelled so......so....home. "The wolf whispered quietly, ears folded back, her voice soft and heartfelt, filled with longing and torturous need.

"One day...but one day disaster struck the castle...See, Daddy got caught taking bribes...got into lots of trouble...sued...got into a lot of trouble. Lots and lots of trouble...They had to move...move away from the big happy castle, and they ended up on an old farm, far away from everything they knew and loved. Mommy had to stop going to college since the family lost a lot of money...her dream never got to come true and daddy was angry all the time. Cursing and screaming, and...he was so mad. The girls still tried to make due with what they had...but things only got worse...Mommy had to take a job at the local diner to try and help make ends meet...daddy took a job at a bottling plant...he always came home smelling like beer... he was always mad now...always screaming at the girls to go to bed...to stop making noise...to be quiet so he could watch t.v. After a while, daddy started taking off his belt, and slamming it into things to make his point...screaming and threatening his little girls...his little angels..." The wolf sniffled softly, shaking her head.

"One...one day...the house was empty...mommy was at work...and Sylvia was off trying to get into college. She was only 12 years old, but very very very gifted...she was off talking to the Dean to try and get into a special schooling program...Laura...the little girl was off at a friend's house- so it was simply the two girls...Jay and Jacqueline. Daddy came home early...cursing...he was angry...He'd been drinking. Out at the bar...out where he shouldn't have been with people he shouldn't have been with...He was mad and started yelling at Jacqueline. Yelling at her about things she didn't do...yelling at her as if it was her fault he lost his job taking bribes. Little Jay was only eight...but she knew it wasn't fair...and she loved her sister more then anything in the world ever...So little Jay tricked daddy into thinking ...into thinking that Jay was Jacqueline...and Jacqueline was Jay. She told Jacqueline to go outside, as far away as she could because Daddy was acting...different today. Angry...strangely angry...and Jacqueline ran off to hide...and daddy took little Jay...his little angel into his room...and beat her half to death with an extension cord...and finally, after little Jay couldn't scream anymore, because all that would come out was blood...He....d,...daddy took her clothes off....and took his pants off...and...he decided...that Jay wasn't allowed to be a little girl anymore...she had to be a woman. "The wolf hissed quietly, her ears laying back once again, her voice hissing with rage and trickling with hatred. The coyote held his tongue...he'd asked...

"Jacqueline came back...but Jay tried to hide it. She couldn't tell anybody...because if she did, the family would be torn apart...Mommy and daddy would go away, Sylvia wouldn't be able to get into college...the sisters would go to foster homes...no...it wouldn't do to tell anybody...So Jay kept her mouth shut...and daddy didn't say anything. She pretended she got beaten up, but refused to say by who. No one would point the fingers at Daddy...but Jacqueline knew the truth. It happened again and again and again...And then finally, one day...everything...changed." The girl hissed. The coyote perked his ears. In his stomach he felt something shift and fall away. The story was about to get worse. He could feel it...

"See, things had been disappearing around the house...lots of things..pretty things...expensive things...things mommy had been selling for drugs to help cope with Daddy...but one day, mommy came home with a lot of food and a cake and said "TODAY WE START OVER!" She said she got a new job, and she was gonna...life was gonna be good again. She said she was gonna leave daddy...and she said we all got to start over, and we'd have nothing to remind us about what happened in the past. We needed new names to ...to start this new life...She named them differently, based on their personality. Laura was always smiling, so she was nick named Shine...and Jacqueline was so full of passion and fire, so she was Spice...and Sylvia was always sour and serious, so she named her sugar...because she really was sweet inside...and little Jay...she was always trying to make people laugh...with her little magic tricks..."Your soul Sparkles." Said mother.

It was a good day. Sylvia had her final interview with the college...and Laura had a sleep over at a friends house, so mommy left to take them...and she left Jacqueline and little Jay...all alone. And that's when daddy came home...he was mad because he lost his job at the factory, for drinking...and he was already drunk...and J...I told Jac...Jackie to run like usual, but she didn't. She said it was a new start and she was going to take the time to tie up loose ends...finish something old. And when Dad grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into the bed room...J, Jackie came in after us with my dad's old revolver...ready to make the new start...but she missed...and he decided to teach her a lesson by knocking the gun from her and picking it up...and that's when Little Jay tried to protect her sister like a shield...and that's when Daddy shot her in her side, and in her pelvis...that's when daddy shattered little Jay's pelvis and fucked up her walk for the rest of her life...and the shards pierced her insides...so they had to do extensive surgery...and that's why little Jay can't have any kids...ever....EVER...."The wolf sobbed, tears freely running down her cheeks, while she struggled to continue her story.

"And tha...Daddy shot little Jackie...and then...we...he...AHEM. AHEM...Daddy...daddy passed out...but we were lying on the floor, bleeding to death...and Sylvia and mommy came home, because Sylvia forgot her binder...and she called an ambulance and tried to stop the bleeding...and she managed until the ambulance arrived...but it was too much...it was too late. They managed to get us to the hospital...but we bled out. Couldn't survive...died on the operating table." Sparkle whispered quietly, before quietly shaking her head.

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