AM I WRONG?
All my life I've been asking myself this question. I've been beaten, cursed, shunned and thrown away for the person I chose to be… for the things I liked, for just existing. They thought of me as a curse because I became Cheshire. That's right, I'm the one who's giving his backstory not Edward. Get comfortable, because this will take a while.
For as long as I can remember, I always looked forward to getting in trouble. While other kids had their hearts racing in fear of what it is their parents might do to them, my heart would race in anticipation, screaming inside myself with my excitement. I would spend an hour hoping for the most physical and painful punishments. I mostly looked forward to my dad hitting me. He was a man who believed in discipline by hand and not by rod, I admired that about my father. His stern hand and his strong beliefs regarding discipline, I loved it. So, you could say I was a Daddies girl.
But it wasn't always like this, the first time I discovered this about myself was when I was in the second grade, in preschool. Something had happened outside between my class teacher and the vice principal outside. I don't know exactly what happened but he seemed really frustrated. He was beating on his desk a bit trying to ease out his frustration and I wanted to help, so I asked my teacher a question out of concern for his well-being, but it seemed to have irritated him instead.
He called me to the front of the class, he stepped way from his desk, stood in front of me and slapped me. He slapped me so hard that two teeth flew out of my mouth and unto the floor, while three got loose inside my mouth, hanging by my gums like a needle hanging on a thread. This was the first time I had ever been slapped because it was the first time I ever needed discipline. I always did what I was told and followed the rules accordingly, but on this day, I experienced it. My ears were ringing and something felt like it was crawling out of my nose. I put my finger slightly above my upper lip and touched smeared what was coming out on my finger tip and when I pulled my hand back there it was. The thing inside me that had been keeping me alive all this time, it was the first time I had seen blood and the first time I had ever bled. It was beautiful, bright red like a ruby
When I looked away from my finger I noticed my teachers face was in a panic and he was afraid of something, but I couldn't understand or hear what he was trying to say because he slapped my face so hard I had a headache and both ears rang so loud I could hear nothing else. The ringing lasted like that for about an hour. In the process of him trying to talk to me I caught myself smiling, I don't know when it happened, I just know that my mouth was hanging with a smile on my face. Another thing I didn't realize was that the blood from my nose had creeped its way into my mouth, when I shut my mouth after I caught myself smiling, I tasted it! inside my mouth, I could taste myself! The sweetness of my own blood, like a perfect dressing on a salad or ketchup on chips. At that moment, nothing in the world… no money, no fame, no power…Not even sex! Could ever compare to the pleasure I felt from that divine taste. Everything I felt in that moment from the slap, to the pain, to the sting, to the taste of my own blood was like a high for me. The world moved too fast while I was lagging behind, trapped by my sensations hitting me all at once, I couldn't yet respond or comprehend it all. I had no way of knowing where this would lead me to. That this high would be my addiction for the rest of my life
I found out later that my teacher had gotten fired when my brain had managed to catch up to the real world. I didn't understand why but apparently what he did to me was child abuse, a minor shouldn't be hit in such a way and it could have killed me. I don't know the details of what happened to him later on, but I heard my parents pressed charges and he lost everything then died shortly after. I still couldn't understand what he did wrong and no explanation my parents gave me, satisfied me. Eventually I just stopped asking all together
I started to pursue that high I felt in preschool a year later. I started getting into a lot of trouble just to get beaten. I would follow the boys and do anything and everything to feel that sensation I felt oh so long ago, I was no longer a normal girl like the rest, I wasn't considered that, I was a tomboy… Always found playing rough with the other boys. At nine months into my hunt for the sensation I had already started Stealing, damaging property, skipping classes and even bullying. At one point that stopped satisfying me so I decided to let myself get bullied. In place of the other kids I would take their beatings and it would turn me on but that got boring quickly, that's when I learned its more fun to fight back when you're also being beaten. When I beat up my first bully and my knuckles where covered in his blood and my clothes were smeared with some of mine, it was the fist in a long time I had felt that sensation. I wet myself so hard that day I had to throw away the panties, but it wasn't enough… it was never enough. Every time I thought it was I'd find myself wanting more and more and more and more
A few years had passed and things were looking bad for me again and I needed to find a way to keep me excited. That's when I came up with the idea to fight my father… but that plan would never work, he would never hit me that hard or beat me that seriously. I pondered for months with no luck until, finally an idea struck. It was reckless but it was a plan that would definitely work, that at the age of thirteen, I would lose my virginity.
I did it with a senior three times older than me who went by the name Brian in my school, he was a guy who liked his girls fresh, just going through puberty. It was easy to seduce him since I met the requirements. I got him to do me in the library at the back. What they called the condemned shelf. He liked the way I worked on him though it was my first time and after we were finished he left
I had lost my virginity like I wanted but it wasn't enough. It didn't feel like something my dad would fly into a blind rage for. So, I came up with the idea to get pregnant. If loosing my virginity was that simple getting pregnant should be easier. I already have the pawn to do it. I seduced him again and we met up more times in the library over, and over, and over, and over again, making me his favorite toy but also finally getting me pregnant.
I told my father and just like i wanted, he flew into a blind rage and nearly beat me senseless, but just before he could hit me he stopped mid-way. He told me it wasn't my fault and he blamed the boy, said I was manipulated into it. he drove with me and mother to my school the next day and confronted the school administration about it. he got addressed by them and was nearly expelled but my mother and father said all they wanted him to do was take responsibility so he didn't get expelled. Things got sorted out and everyone went home happy…sorta happy. My parents prepared me to get ready to have the baby at this time I was eight weeks pregnant, at this time I was off school for a bit
I went back to school to deliver my student info so all my school work could be sent to my home computer so I could work at home while my parents took care of me. When I went to the library to pay for some books, the boy was waiting there for me in place of the librarian. He told me i was crazy, and I used him, and I couldn't possibly be human. Which is a good argument and mostly true, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with him. I was fueled with anger from not getting what I wanted, I looked up at him while he kept on cursing at me without saying a word, watching his mouth move just made me sick and I had half a mind to kill him. That's when I thought about it, this guy could give me the fight my father couldn't give me. With a smile on my face I seized the opportunity
"You know if you're that pissed off I ruined your life, why don't you just tell me to get an abortion?" I said with an evil glare
"What? There's no way I'm telling you to get an abortion! My parents are already on this with yours and have agreed that I need to take responsibility for this, I can't let you have the abortion or both our parents will kill me! I've already ruined my social life here in school and I don't plan to ruin it with my parents, they will throw me out if anything happens to that baby"
"I knew it. you just don't have the balls in you. Look at you, you're not really capable of raising a kid. You don't have the balls to even get rid of the mess you made, you only know how to think with your cock *scoff* in fact that's the only thing that penis is good for since your brain can't seem to process thoughts, you let your dick do the thinking for you" I pushed Brian, and pushed him, and pushed him… till he finally broke
"YOU BITCH!" Brian yelled out while he cornered me to a shelf, raised his hand at me and slapped me across the face. Then he slapped me again with a back hand. He kept doing that until he saw some blood fly out of my mouth. He stopped his slap barrage and started to breath heavily
I smirked at him and spit out some blood on the floor "Well look at you Brian, finally growing a pair. But is that really all you can do? I'd have done much more damage in just two slaps. In fact, I bet I could re arrange your whole face with just five"
That was what it took to finally set Brian over the Edge. We had one of our school's biggest fight, we moved out of the library as we fought. I kicked him through the library door and he kicked me down the stairs. Long story short It ended with me wining the fight. By the time it was over I was on top of him, breaking his right elbow as we were both bleeding on all sides and me bleeding from in-between my legs. Unfortunately, at the cost of getting what I wanted…I killed the baby. When I told my father and mother they lost it and so did Brian's. Despite the fact his arm was broken he was surprisingly happy to hear the baby died in our fight
Finally, the wrath of heaven and hell was finally brought down on me. My father beat me within an inch of my life and though I was able to fight back I couldn't fight at full strength because of all my other injuries from fighting Brian. I managed to beat my father and I did it with a smile on my face, at the end of it I stood on top his body with blood coming from my forehead all over my face, staring at the ceiling and laughing. My parents cursed me for that and my family decided it was best if I left, my parents threw me out. Which didn't affect me in the least but my father was now a broken man incapable of disciplining me. When asked what he thought about my being thrown out he said nothing… he just sat there and cried… why did he cry? Why not discipline me? I couldn't stand my father's weakness so I left the house in my disgust
I had spent three years on the street after that and earned the nickname Cheshire because of my skills, stealth, sexiness and my cat like reflexes. I ran the toughest gang and was number one, I owned the city everyone feared the name Cheshire. But despite all I had and the power I commanded, I felt completely empty… I was lost. I killed without reason, slept without reason, ate without reason… I couldn't find anyone strong enough to kill me… strong like my father use to be. I had completely lost sight of my reasons to live… and die
Two months later the world ended and I saw them. Finally, I had seen something strong that I could fight… a reason to live. I picked up arms and went head on into battle… but sadly these creatures weren't just strong. It was humanly impossible to beat or even match them, they were unreal. I thought I was going to die but just when it looked that way HE came to me and gave me his hand. He promised me there would be someone that would entertain me in a dance of death, as long as I followed him I would meet that person. So, I took his hand without question, I mean why not? I know I am incapable of reaching heaven so why not have my fun in hell? Yes, I killed all my cellmates to get here and underwent torture to make myself capable of even handling him but it was worth it! Because Edward… you are that person that was promised to me! So, am I wrong? Am I wrong for seeking out strength? Wrong for looking for a stronger opponent, wrong for seeking a challenge no matter what it takes? Wrong for finding someone I could grow strong along side them? No… I regret nothing and I am not wrong. This world is wrong for how it is, a world that won't let those pursue their strength shouldn't exist, so I'm glad this world is ending. The mistakes can be corrected
If you were expecting a sob story or reason for why I do what I do then I'm sorry you wasted your time, but this is why I do what I do, my reason to live and to die. Now that I'm here I'm far too excited to die! I have to prolong this fight and truly enjoy it, I won't let It end like this, if I am to die I want to die in an infinity of my own creation
"Edward! You may be ready to end this in one clash. But I'm prepared to go beyond myself to fight you even harder and even longer" Cheshire says yelling and smiling with blood on herself
"I doubt the field would be capable of handling a fight like that and I don't want to kill those who survived the death games up until this point"
"If that really concerns you so much, how about we switch fighting styles. Instead of using our weapons we can go hand to hand, that way no one gets hurt since our weapons aren't being swung around" Cheshire drops her sword
The others not to far from them, hiding behind bodies, hear Cheshire's conversation with Edward as they try to stay hidden
"Edward isn't actually going to go through with this right?" Isabel asks, whispering
"Edward has had complete control over the fight up until this point and that's what she's trying to take away from him, he isn't an idiot so I'm sure he won't agree to that"
Ethan giggles "Don't be so sure about that"
"Alright then" Edward drops his blades on the floor "You actually make quite the compelling case, it would be better for others if we fought without them"
Cheshire smirks. Edward returns with a smirk of his own
"What!?" Maya shouts in a whisper
"Is that boy mad? He's going to kill us all!" Cayafaz pupils expand as he starts to panic
"Why would he give up his only advantage? He knows Cheshire is to injured to swing her sword around which is why she brought this proposal up, if she had continued to fight with her sword it would have only drained her, giving Edward the easy win!"
Ethan sits up properly and clears his throat "The reason you guys are panicking, the reason why you can't fathom why Edward is doing this, is because you all don't know him. Other than the fear of death on your minds, your all thinking rationally. Now I've known Edward the longest so I feel its my duty to let you all know, that when Edward gets like this, he isn't concerned with consequences, he isn't wasting his time with rational thinking, he's only concerned with satisfying himself. If Cheshire is able to take more of a beating he's definitely going to jump at the chance"
"I-I don't understand" Isabel says with a concerned tone
"All his life he's never had a fight where he's been able to satisfy himself. The people his faced off against either lose all their energy or are to beaten up to keep on fighting. Winning to him is meaningless if he can't enjoy himself and he doesn't waste his time thinking because as he is now he can process thought way faster than he did when he was calm. His reaction speed also almost hits his limit"
"So, what are you saying? That Edward has chosen his desire over us?" Cayafaz grabs Ethan by the collar of his tracksuit
"That isn't what I'm saying! He hasn't abandoned us for his desires, he still has us in mind but still wants to get the best out of this. It sounds crazy but in his own way he's protecting us. Don't worry, when Edward gets like this, I can't think of a man alive who could defeat him"
The others finally decide to calm down and watch what happens. But in the V.I.P suite
"If I didn't know any better… I would say that boy just let his pride cloud his judgement. He's good but you never corner an injured beast" Captain Nibera says with a concerned look on her face
The clown, play pal responds "oh sweet Nibera, you want the boy so badly and yet you learned nothing about him?"
"Shut up clown!" Nibera yells, pouting she folds her arms
"Relax Nibera, I've spent a lot of time with the boy, so, I can guarantee you that there isn't a shred not even one small sense of pride within the boy. What were seeing is completely different"
After play pal's explanation, Nibera responds with a simple "I see"
After that she licks the index finger of her right hand as she slowly runs her left hand down her body all the way to the spot in between her legs. She moans a little bit, then she licks her middle finger on her right hand
"Edward, you're such a naughty boy"
The sight of this makes play pal pen smirk. With a smile on his face he says "Let's just watch the match, very closely"
Edward and Cheshire slowly approach one another, the crowd's cheers are small but loud. The stadium filled with anticipation at the beginning of the battle. When they reach a reasonable distance, the two start to circle each other. Both have smiles on their face as they continue to go in circles, and circles and circles and circles. Finally, the two stopped… they stand there staring at each other for a few good seconds. Suddenly they charge at each other at full speed, as the two race off to each other the whole stadium jumps in excitement and the spectators send a loud roar across the field.
Edward and Cheshire start off with Edwards right arm clashing against her left arm as they meet mid-air. As soon as the two clash they both shift their arms to the side and down, as the two fall Edward clashes with his left and Cheshire with her right as they did before. They shift their hands to the side in their struggle and down, their fingers inter lock trying to keep each other's hands at bay, while they struggle the two decide to head bump each other causing them to knock back each other forcibly. They land on the field apart from each other again, Cheshire's eyes are caught by something shining in the field. She takes a good look at Edward and races off to get it. Edward doesn't know why she's running but as she goes off he follows.
Still opposite her, he runs down the field with her. When she stops he stops, she quickly kicks up a dead body towards Edward blind siding him. Edward sees the body and quickly front flips over it, with his wings he quickly recovers in mid-air to face Cheshire. To his surprise she's already airborne and launches at him with full speed. Without thinking, Edward reacts by using both arms to guard his face to his chest but Cheshire doesn't punch him, instead she swings her right leg into the side of his stomach. He's lost his guard and right before he flies into the field she then punches him, with her fists supported by golden brass knuckles, in the chest breaking a rib. He coughs out some blood mid air and is sent crashing into the field on his back into a crater
"I may not have wings like you do but I can glide, hover and float for some periods of time I can also boost my speed when doing all and any of those things to match your speeds and maybe even go even further"
Edward keeps on coughing some more blood and grabs his chest "Damn…That really hurt" Edward smiles, coughing up some more blood
"I don't think you can come at me with one hundred percent"
Edward looks up and towering above him is Cheshire with a smile on her face and her tongue in-between her middle and index finger "Give up brute, this fight is over"
"Like hell it is!" He grunts in pain
"Huh? If that's how you feel then climb out of that crater and come up here to fight me"
"I plan to. So, get out of my way"