Russian Roulet=Heartnet Hosted by: Pitas! Nyaha! Welcome to the heartnet blog thingy by Kitsune Asakura^^ This is a fic blog, because lenka and Misai informed me on what a fic blog is ^^ Shey shey lenka and Misai! The blog itself? It features meh original character by the name of Mei-Byou! She's one of my favorites, but she's a rather minor character, playing the little sister of the main character. She comes out like, once in the whole story in the plans... I may change that though cause she's so fun ^^ Isn't she all huggable? *pokes the half cat little girl* Name: Kitsune Asakura Fanfiction.net: Kitsune Asakura Neopets: kitsune_asakura ecritters: Kitsune Asakura E-Mail: light_blue_chii Blog: I Talk To Squirrels! Chikoo Chikoo Chikoo! Translations: Obsessed, Squealing, and Tortured Lives: Sorry, I don't exist ^^ Manga: Shaman King, Black Cat, Tsubasa Music: Evanescnece, Avril, Anime Based Anime: Shaman King, Inuyasha, Zoids Shows: Tru Calling, Trick 2 Books: Sci-Fi or Fantasy Games: *blink blink* School: Er... Art? Guy Chara: Lyserg Diethel, Train=Heartnet, Yoh Asakura, Fey D. Flourite Girl Chara: HGIM Jeanne, Pilica, Kagura, Kazuha Fan Fictions Shaman King Time Line Series: A series where the couplings of HoroTama, RenPili, NichromeXMarion, YohAnna *anime sweat drops* and LyseJea are done in a time line manner in the same area. Still Under Construction though. Love Birds The HoroTama fic Completed. Forbidden Love The RenPili fic Completed. Crossed Paths The MarionXPhauna fic Incomplete The Lyserg Diethel Series: Well, not really. I'm just his fan and I like writing about him ^^ Darkness of the Heart About Lyserg and him thinking about why he joined the X-LAWS. And about the X-LAWS' intentions and methods... A Day Worth Remembering A LyseJea story written for Mistress Jeanne-sama's Birthday, but I'll put it under the Lyserg section anyway because it's LyseJea ^^ Lyserg: The Darkness Within: Haunted A fan fic of Lyserg and his life... Suicidal! *squeals* Mixed with Evanescence songs ^^ Incomplete. The Humor Series Everybody Hates Marco. The title says it all. Sorry Marco fans ^^;; Incomplete and looking for more rebels ^^ Harry Potter and the Exchange Students. Incomplete... And the question is, to continue, or not continue the story where Yoh and friends in an AU story go to Hogwarts... Shamans With Cars My first and most succesful fic ever. The fic where the sk chara get drivers licenses! Freaky wot wot? *shivers* Neopets From The Land of the Gods The story of meh Lupess called Mayalyen. Her role play friends can better understand her by reading this yip yip ^^ Originals Wolf's Mind Gryphon's Body Simply put as a wolf's spirit transported into the body of a gryphon in another world... Little does she know that she's the savior of all mythological creatures... Other Fic Blogs ^.^Misai That's all Kit can think of now TTYL! Talk To Ye Lata! ^^ *waves and hops away*

Alternate Reality Original Four part Story Disclaimer: I don't own Evanescence ^^;; Rated PG-13 by me just for incase... The first part is bloody and morbid ^^;; Part One: Torturess Torture: (verb) to severly hurt another physically; usually slow and painful; mostly used in the past to make people confess to something false; usually done with a device specifically for that purpose. The figure crashed into the ground, never to rise again as it became enveloped in a pool of red liquid. A girl stood above the fallen one while she licked her crimson lips. Her dark, raven-black hair covered her light green eyes, but it failed to hide her thirst for blood from the people around her. They slowly backed away as the girl with clothes stained red turned to face them. Whn her blood thirsty eyes flashed they all fled from the crazed female. Completely convinced that the culprit was the scapegoat that stood before them. Jenna Veron woke up with a start. The first thing she did was examine the front of her pajamas. Somewhat to her relief, there were no signs of the cursed red liquid anywhere on her. However, her relaxation was soon chased away when she spotted the dead crow lying next to her bed. Veronica, her cat, just happened to have black feathers plastered onto her face. Jenna sighed at the thought of what her parents would say to her when they saw the mess. She knew that she would be blamed because it was Veronica, the stray, at fault. Even if the siamese cat, Rach, was the one to blame Veronica would be the culprit anyway. Obviously it was because the gray, scruffy Veronica was no particular breed of cat unlike Rach. Scapegoat. That was only one of the many things Jenna and Veronica had in common. Both of them were always the target of fury around the Veron household. "Blame... Oh my...: Jenna said as she glanced at the bird in its own pillow of feathers. "I guess I should clean this up before we're blamed again, right Veronica?" The youngest female Veron made an abrupt stop on her way to get gloves. Instead, Jenna walked back and picked the bird up with her bare hands. Once she got outside, she realized that the best choice she had was to call animal control to take care of it for her. As Jenna bent down to place the carcass on the front lawn, something possessed her. Suddenly she had the urge to tear the creature apart there and then. She had the desire to see something in pain. She probably would have destroyed the body too if her father hadn't stepped out to get the newspaper. "There you are Jenna!" He didn't sound happy at all as he yelled. "How come you didn't bring the paper in like you're supposed to?! Worthless girl... What are you doing with a dead bird?!" He roared in fury as he grabbed his daughter's wrist and dragged her into the house. According to Jenna, the place she lived was a torture chamber owned by a pair of devils. "Annamaria! This daughter of yours was playing with a dead bird!!!" He roared. The women called Annamaria, the so-called mother of Jenna, stormed out of the kitchen. "You were playing with what?! Oooo... It's that Veronica again isn't it! Why don't we just put the thing to its death bed?" Annamaria glared at Jenna whose hand was still held captive by her father. Harold, her father, glared at her as well as she started muttering to herself. "What's the matter you worthless girl?! Speak up!!!" Further words were cut as Jenna suddenly clawed her way out of his grip. Harold stared at his hand which was covered with shallow, yet definite slashes. Jenna's nails were cut to form a point for a reason. "Don't you dare hurt Veronica. She's nothing to do with this." Jenna hissed as a certain look crossed her eyes. It was the same look that came across her light green eyes within her dreams. The thirst for blood that took over her in her dreams was back with a vengence. Annamaria stared at the sight in horror for a few moments before realizing what had just taken place. She grabbed a leather belt that was hung next to the cold, metal door. Raising the make shift whip above her head, she brought it down with extreme speed to hit Jenna as punishment. However, Jenna's nightmares were pushing their ways into reality, and there was no stopping the crazed girl. Jenna's hand moved faster than the belt as she caught it in mid-swing. Her eyes showed no emotion as she left her parents standing there in the doorway. She grabbed her bag by the front door and headed towards school while blinking repeatedly. "What's wrong with me today?!" Jenna cried out loud with one hand on her forehead. She was sitting at her desk waiting for homeroom to begin. She recalled that moments before, she was living out her nightmare as her blood thirsty clone. 'Whoever's living inside of me is doing a great job of taking over...' She thought. The homeroom teacher walked into the room, eyeing Jenna susiciously. He then started taking role before the bell even rang. Jenna noted that he didn't call her name and raised her hand for the third time that week. However, he took no notice of her and read the daily announcements in his usual drone. At the end of the period he glanced at Jenna as if he just realized that she existed. As he proceeded to mark her tardy, Jenna could hear herself growling wit hanger. That was the fifth time he pulled that trick on her and she couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't only her homeroom teacher that hated her. The rest of her teachers had the repulsive habbit of ignoring her as well, almost like she didn't even exist. Apparently it had to do with her appearence. Jenna had a pretty face with her green eyes and all, but her black hair and the way she styled it gave her a rather morbid look. The students all had their rumors that she was related to someone from the music group Evanescence. Jenna was actually anything but morbid in the past, regardless of her terrible surroundings. Jenna walked to her first period class which just happened to be art. The only person in the world who seemed to understand her had that class as well. Rika waved to Jenna and got her to sit next to her. The art teacher was busy explaining how cutters work and how they would be working with wood. The teacher informed them that the cutters had been sanitized; just for incase someone cut themselves. "Well, that's nice to know. I'm positive I'm going to knick myself... I can't even control scizors!" Rika whispered as she leaned over to Jenna. Jenna picked a razor from the center of the long, wooden table as she rolled her eyes at Rika's statement. "Oh Rika." She said. "I've seen you work with blades fine before. Here, take one." Rika took the cutter with the green holder from Jenna. "Why these two?" She complained. "There are other cutters with better colors..." "I know." Jenna said, examining her block of wooe. "The other blades though... They don't have good blades... How on earth are we supposed to work with this chunk of tree...?" At Jenna's statement, Rika's eyes widened out of surprise. "Whoah. Jen, weren't you freaked out about blades before? Didn't know you were an expert at seeking out good blades..." Rika said. Rika was correct. The one thing Jenna feared was the image of someone committing suicide with a blade. Ever since she watched the suicide scene in a movie at the age of six, she had feared the cause of such unforgivable pain. The image she of a suicide by the slitting of wrists was exaggerated as well. Pools of blood under each wrist with a sharp blade engraved within the left wrists, cold unfeeling eyes staring aimlessly at the ground... Jenna stared at the cutter she was holding; it had a black case. It hit her then that she had a very keen eye for singling out the most dangerous of blades. The black container brought even more flashbacks of her nightmares in the dark. Her blood thirsty clone definitely had a blade attached to her side. If she recalled correctly, the hilt of the dagger was black. Although the thought sent shivers down her spine, no fear was felt what so ever. The being within her was coming free once again. "Hey Jenna, do you think this might be able to pass as a block?" Rika asked as she pushed her 'masterpiece' towards Jenna. In reality, her cutter hadn't struck the block even once. "Helloooo? Jen....? Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!" Rika had looked over to Jenna and immediately screamed holy terror. "Aaaaah! What are you doing to yourself Jen?!?!" The first thing the students saw was Rika wrenching a black object away from Jenna Veron. Jenna was suddenly filled with pain after Rika brought her back to reality with a piercing scream. She tilted her head up and closed her eyes. A sight of relief escaped her as the pain she feared so much took hold of her. She never knew that pain would actually relieve her of her everyday pain. Jenna's eyes traveled to the source of the pain. Her hands lay in a pool of red liqued which was mingling with the pain stains on the table. Her long, thin fingers were covered with cuts from the blade. The students stared in horror, and some even fainted at the sight of blood. The teacher rushed over to the commotion and shrieked at the cause of chaos in her room. "Miss Veron what do you think you're doing in my room?! Get out of here this instant!" The teacher bellowed as she pointed at the door. "Didn't you hear me miss Veron?! Out! And take your friend with you!" Rika seemed to have taken that as a hint to get Jenna up to the nurse's office. She took Jenna's sleeve and tugged on it. "Come on Jen." However Jenna did not move; at least not right away. She felt rather satisfied at the uneasiness she ahd caused. According to Jenna, they got what they deserved. This was her way of getting even with those who treated her unfairly. The teachers who hated her and the students who alienated her. She was sick of being tortured by these people over and over again. Once she was led to the nurse's office by Rika, the nurse went berserk as well. "What were you thinking?! And what was the art teacher thinking when she let you work with weapons?!" The nurse ranted as she fussed about cleaning Jenna up. Fortunately, none of her cuts were even close to fatal. However there was no way that she could hold a pen without opening her wounds again. "That's it. You're being sent home today miss." At the word 'home' Rika, who was standing by, freaked out. "Wait! You can't send her home! Her parents will kill her for sure!!!" Rika shrieked. Rika had met Jenna's parents before and they had succeeded in scaring the daylights out of her. The nurse sighed and shook her head from side to side as she wrote a off-schedule for Jenna. "Now now it can't be that bad. Let's just get you home miss. You don't seem very death obsessed to me. Are you sure you don't know why you hurt yourself?" Jenna shook her head from side to side. She told the nurse that she really didn't know and she told Rika that everything would be fine. She lied. Well, at least she lied to the nurse. In trugh, Jenna had figured out why these changes were happening to her. The so-called clone within her, was ddefinitely not just a nightmare. Nor was it a spirit of some sort trying to possess her. It was actually a part of her personality that was locked away for a very long time. To be precise, her blood thirst part of herself was sleeping for sixteen years. She was always tortured and she was sick of it all. Jenna would no longer be the tortured; she wanted justice above all. Her way of getting justice, was to torture. It was her turn to take the reins. That was the exact reason why she wasn't lying to Rika. Jenna had the reins in her grasp now, and her parents were not going to abuse her any longer. Their sixteen year reign over her was over. ~*~*~*~*~ Annamaria was watering the squirrels outside when she spotted Jenna walking towards her. She tossed the hose aside, crushing some panseys. "Jenna Veron what are you doing back here?!" She then caught sight of Jenna's hands and smirked. "Hurt yourself did you? That's what you get for not accepting your punsihment." The next scenario left Anna standing there in shock. Jenna's eyes flashed as she tossed her night hair back. Her canines appeared to be sharper than usual as she spoke in a hissing voice. "I know I hurt muself. Did it with a cutter too. Aren't we all proud?" Then, she walked into the former torture chamber of devils. Harold was nowhere to be seen, but Chester was definitely there. The thirteen year old was glued to he television screen, completely absorbed in the fighting video game. Chester didn't even look up when Jenna entered the living room. Rach was curled up by Chester and he ignored her as well. Jenna looked quickly around the one-story house. Not only was Harold missing, but Veronica wasn't around either. Re-entering the living room she crept up behind Chester and kneeled down, facing his back. Jenna made her move quickly to get the information she desired from Chester. Her claw-like nails shot up to his neck on the verge of hurting him severly. If there was one thing she knew about her younger brother, it was that there was only one way to get him talking. "Okay Chester -- you're answering my questions whether you like it or not." Chester seemed to be scared for a few moments until he realized who was behind him. "Go away Jenna. What are you doing at home anyway? Go away before I call mom..." He probably could have gotten Jenna to leave him if the threat hadn't hit him heavily iin the stomach. The force Jenna used to trap her brother had wrenched her wounds open. Her blood seeped through the bandages, creating several thin, red rivers. The sight of the hand scared Chester above all, causing him to stutter. The cuts were obviously inflicted upon his sister by his sister. This proved that she felt no fear at the moment. "Wha-wha-what d-do you w-w-w-want?" Jenna would have asked her brother what he was doing at home himself, but she already knew the answer. All he had to do was ask Annamaria and Harold, his parents, if he could stay home. After all, he was the emperor of the torture chamber. "Where's Veronica?" Jenna barked. "And while we're at it, tell me where that Harold is." "How the hay should I know?" Chester replied in a whisper. "All I know is that dad left the house with Rach's pet carrier!" A lump formed in Jenna's throat and all she could do was let Chester go. He immediately ran out of the room to his mother. However, Jenna took no notice of her brother. The words from a few hours ago kept circling her mind. Annamaria had said earlier that they should kill Veronica. Harold's favorite pet was obciously Rach, but Rach was still at home. Harold with a pet carrier and Veronica missing at the same time was never a good thing. "Veronica? Veronica?" Jenna called as she went on a desperate search for her cat again. While doing so, she rammed into Annamaria who had just entered the house. "Where's Veronica?!" She shrieked. Annamaria could sense the difference in her daughter's aura. Jenna was no longet the tortured dove with her feathers clipped to prevent flight. Her feathers had grown back, but they returned mutated. No more were her feather's for freedom: they were for revenge. When Annamaria failed to answer her, Jenna went back to being silent. All she did after that was stalk off to her room. Halfway up the hall she turned back around to face Annamaria. The look on her face showed no emotion as her green eyes went limp. Somehow, Chester had snuck up behind his mother as if to hide from Jenna. They looked at eachoter for a moment before allowing their eyes to ruefully travel back to where Jenna was standing. Fortunately for the two, Jenna was seen closing the door to her room. Something told them that Jenna had multiple tricks, or more likely schemes, up her sleeves. While Jenna waited for her father to return to question him directly, she went about the job of remodeling her room. Jenna felt the need to do something that would keep her busy until Harold got back. Besides, the room she called her own seemed to happy. Of all the people out there in the world, Jenna knew that she shouldn't be happy. "I won't be controlled." Jenna said to herself as she pushed her furniture around and took down old pictures. "Everyone changes, we all have to sooner or later. I've managed to evolve into someone who can take care of herself!" Her last words came out in gasps as she pushed her bed against the wall. "I'm back!" Jenna immediately recognized the voice at the door. She suddenly ran out of her room and practically strangled Harold as he walked through the front door. "Where's Veronica?!" She screamed with her nails clutching the hem of his shirt. Her father just pushed her aside and went right up to Annamaria. "Annamaria, you really have to control that daughter of yours..." He glanced at the terrified look on his wife's face. "What?" "... There's no way I can call that Jenna my daughter anumore..." She whispered. Her gray eyes were practically twitching out of fear. However, when Harold leaned over to her ear and said something, she leapt with joy. All of a sudden Jenna placed her hand on her father's arm and slowly dug her nails in with as much strength as she could muster. "... I was just wondering... Where's Veronica...?" She hissed, forcing her nails further. Harold winced as he felt the pain in his arm as Jenna started her ways of torture. "You want your cat? I'll give you your cat!" Harold said as he threw Jenna's hand off of himself and went to get something out of the car. Jenna's eyes were thinned, her heart hoping for the best. Harold returned holding Rach's pet carrier. IT obviously contained some sort of animal for there was a gray ball of fur within the barred box. By looking at the scruffy gray furball, Jenna immediately knew exactly what, or who, was being held captive. <>br> "V-V-Veronica...?" Jenna stared at the cat lying inside the carrier. She kept on turning her neck this way and that frantically, trying to get a better view of her friend. Rach's carring case was thrown onto the floor by her annoyed father. The force of the toss caused the cage door to open and the animal within to fly out. Veronica's body rolled over on the carpet. To be precise, Veronica's dead body was thrown onto the floor. Never to rise again and meow. "Veronica? Veronica? What... Veronica?!" Jenna picked up Veronica's cold body and burst into tears. Behind her, her father explained that he had taken Veronica to the veteranarian to put her to sleep. He claimed that she was sick and that she was causing the Veron's nothing but trouble. Everything around Jenna became evanescent as memories of the cat flashed through her mind. Chester eyed his sister as she repeated Veronica's name over and over again. Harold had succeeded in pressing the wrong buttons that time. The 'start' button for Jenna's new title had been pressed by the death of an innocent cat. Justice by means of torture was well on its way as Jenna hugged her cat. "Mum... Dad... Jen isn't too happy about this..." Chester managed to say before ducking into his room with Rach. When Harold and Annamaria turned around, they could practically see the changes Jenna was going through. Her usual evanescent presence was replased with a stronger, blood-red aura. At that very moment, Jenna's nightmares became reality. She placed Veronica on the carpet and slowly stood up. As if thirsty for blood, her tongue traveled over her lips. As she turned around to face her parents, her ink-black hair moved away from her eyes. Just like what happened in her dream, her light green eyes flashed madness. Bloodthirsty madness replaced the pathetic look of the tortured. She was free, and she was definitely not the scapegoat. Jenna Veron was no longer the tortured sixteen year old who lived down the street. From then on she was Jenna Veron with the title of... The Torturess. Is DONE! Torturess is done is done is done is done! *dances* Kitsune pounced on Train=Heartnet at 04:23 p.m. on Tuesday, December 2, 2003. I just want to say, that two out of four parts of this story contains blood shed. This one is one of them, but trust me. All of them aren't this way ^^ See, I can be morbid too! *grins* So... Just telling whoever stumbles across here that not all the stories are morbid^^ Most of mine aren't... Just Alternate Reality and Lyserg:The Darkness Within: Haunted... Those are about all the morbid ness I write... Nothing else ^^ For now -- Kitsune pounced on Train=Heartnet at 11:38 a.m. on Saturday, November 29, 2003. Testing... Testing... Just wondering if this font thing is actually going to work with me on heartnet.... *wonders and ponders and sings to Discover* Sheesh... That was random ^^;; Kitsune pounced on Train=Heartnet at 12:06 p.m. on Thursday, November 27, 2003.