Alexstrasza Lockhart
Location: Pinefall High Dormitory - Kitchen
Phase: Evening Phase
Date: 09.09.1994 (FRI)
Weather: Overcast
"By God, I see now!" I said, clasping my hands in delight, staring at Potemkin with shining, sparkling eyes. "Truly, my life is changed by you!"
I stopped smiling.
"As if."
It's not that I don't understand what Potemkin is. It's only natural. Even if it's a stain on my soul, even if it's something I despise, how can I just let it go? It's part of me, in the end. Even if I hate it, it's a part of me. Weakness. Emotions. That endless pain we call existence. All those aspects that I shoved aside, have all been collapsed, coalesced into a tidy little being that doesn't even want to be alive.
"In the end, I am myself," I said, staring at Potemkin. "And you are me. Equals and opposites, the same yet inconsolably different. But it's not such a happy place in my head, is it? I'm sorry. I really never meant for you to exist. If I could take it away, I would."
I ran a finger against the counter top, rubbing the non-existent dust on my hand as I let out a sigh. It's empty. Is that even a surprise? No, isn't it just what I expected?
"Fear. Self-loathing. Powerlessness. How many things did I cast aside, to chase after teacher? How many things did I throw away, to walk through hell?" I looked at her with a pitying smile, at her pure white skin and pitch black hair. Potemkin was me, even if she wasn't. She found joy in the things I did, even if she couldn't do them herself. "You're all of them at once, right? It wasn't just happy emotions I threw away to stand on that mountain of suffering."
I snapped my fingers, a small tendril of flame dancing along my hand as I watched it with a fond smile, seeing it tangle itself along my arm, feeling the heat against my skin that didn't burn. It looped around my forearm twice, before circling back up, the end of it dancing idly across my fingertips. I looked up at Potemkin, extinguishing the fire from my arm.
"Never achieved anything? Perhaps not to you, trapped as you are in that mire of self-hatred and despair that I cast aside. But what haven't we achieved? What can't we do? What's out of our reach? How far can we go? All these things you're talking about... Didn't we choose to be driven by something better then emotions after the orphanage?"
Once in a generation.
Once in a millennium.
"Other people? Were we ever really as desperate as you want us to be for them to love us? To care for us?" I tilted my head, dangling a finger as a line of shadow dripped down it, a small spider forming at the end. "Did we ever really think about that?"
The spider climbed up the web, skittering across my skin and up my shirtsleeve. It crossed my collarbone, finally settling on my cheek as I stared at Potemkin, an aberration of an aberration. An exact replica of everything I ignored about myself, all the repression that I had bled to stand where I am right now. How was it that saying went again? Ah, yes.
Stand tall, for you are looking down a mountain made of ten thousand years of corpses.
"Scorched Earth. Silent Black. Impaler. How long did we dream of making a name for ourselves? How long did we claw for recognition? How long did we struggle, to be seen for what we are?"
I smiled at her, full of teeth as I looked at someone who I always, now and forever, would be.
"You say it's impossible for us to kill a Named Demon. And yet, isn't that everything we do in the first place? Every action. Every movement. Every breath. Isn't our entire life, leading up to this point, the very definition of impossible?"
It's impossible for you to escape the orphanage. Know your place. It's impossible for you to meet that teacher. Know your place. It's impossible for you to learn that spell. Know your place. It's impossible for you to be recognized. Know your place.
I'm tired of trying to find whatever damned place they keep telling me to know.
"Ever since I was born, I have always been me," I said, as the spider skittered to the top of my head. "There is no one else. There's no prince on a white horse waiting to sweep us off our feet. There's no hero coming to slay us. There's no demon king asking for our allegiance. There's not even a God trying to change who we are. The only thing that we can rely on is ourselves."
The things I've done are mine. The crimes I've committed are mine. The sins I bear are mine. It's not a burden for anyone else to bear in the first place.
"I am you. You are me. There's not one side of us that's better or worse then the other. Even if I find you annoying, even if you find me disgusting, we're the same. If you say I'm running, then isn't that wrong? Isn't it us that's running?"
This last speck of my humanity... Please. As if I was going to just toss it aside like garbage. Even if it feels like a stain on my soul, that's fine.
Potemkin always lies.
Potemkin always lies.
No, it's even more depressing. Even more naive, more embarrassing, more useless then Potemkin.
"If you want me to enjoy things, you're going to have to explain them to me," I said, hopping up onto the countertop and crossing my legs. The spider skittered across my face, shadowy legs brushing past my lips as it huddled behind my left ear. "If you think the way we view the world is wrong, then you'll have to tell me why. Think about all we left behind on our way to the top. Do you really think that little girl could stand here with us?"
A girl whose only friend was a spider in a cupboard.
"Do you think she could even comprehend the sacrifices we had to make?"
A girl whose only joy was reading books of magic.
"If you're forgetting our founding memories, our basis, do you need me to remind you?"
A girl who was beaten. A girl who went days without eating. A girl who was never able to make any friends, only things that were less then enemies.
I let out a sigh, propping my chin up on my leg as I leaned against it, my hair falling over my fingers as the spider scrambled back to the top of my head.
"Are you saying Caretaker was wrong? What exactly do you want me to say?" I paused, tapping my finger as I put on an even faker smile then usual. "'Oh, you're right!' How many days, Potemkin, did we spend bleeding for him? How many months, did we spend crawling for his approval? Every dish at that damn table was our goal."
I smiled with too many teeth.
"And we ate them all. Even the bad ones, the ones that we didn't like. Until we were kicked out because they thought we would kill them for their sins. What a brilliant ending, right?!" I laughed, long and loud, a delighted sound that didn't belong on my lips or in my soul. "We did it all just so that they'd treat us like they did when we were young, but instead we were thrown to the wayside!"
What a monster, they said. What a monster, to maim the other contestants in the castle. What a monster, I bet she wants the caretaker's head. I don't! I didn't! I just wanted him to look at me like he did when I was young again! I wanted him to give me books and ruffle my hair, to praise me and teach me new things, to make me feel...
Feel...
...What was that word I'm looking for? Is it nostalgic?
"If violence isn't the answer, give me another one. Give me one that I can work with, if this adopted framework is so useless to us. Give me anything, Potemkin, other then these endless lectures and half-handed psychoanalysis of us that will just end with neither of us getting what we want. No magic for you, no understanding for me. Just a mirror that you can monologue at until you want to cry," I said, with a sad smile on my face. "You really are me. Incapable of saying anything we mean to anyone but ourselves."
I looked at her, and I saw a girl from the past. With wide, red eyes, nervously gripping at the hem of ever-frayed skirt, blonde hair falling in front of her face as she desperately blew at it, trying to make herself seem older and taller then she really was. A book in her hands, a spider that crawled up her arm (naturally, covered in spider bites. She wouldn't kill her only friend, even if it made her cry.) and perched itself on the top of her head, legs tapping as the girl wandered around a household barren of affection.
I didn't smile at Potemkin. I didn't even make a face at her at all. I just looked at her, a broken thing from a broken person. What a depressing pair the two of us cut in this cold white room, filled with iron knives and empty pots.
When she looks at me, she sees a girl from the past. With cold heartless eyes, gripping the throat of a man who she doesn't know the name of, blonde hair stained red from a river of blood. Her head is cut, and spelled to come back, grinning like a devil as it looks at the man from upside down. A girl who's desperately trying to drown out the screams with more screaming. Trying to fill the void with violence. Trying to fill the emptiness with suffering.
But it didn't work.
"Teacher would never send us here to die," I said, smiling bright and wide as I held up a V. "I will kill Gaap of Ars Goetia. I will kill the Man without a Face. If anyone touches you, I'll kill them. If anyone touches Cesarina, I'll kill them. Because you're... You're..."
Damn it.
It was a good thing I didn't have any blood running through my veins.
"Impor... Valua... Desi... Tch."
I glared at her, crossing my arms as my legs dangled in the air and a spider sat on my head.
"Both of you are my friends."
I stopped, frowning as I bit my lip. What about John or Mercedes? Maybe just maiming would be okay? A light maiming? Is that what you did for acquaintances? Wait, no. If I did that for all my acquaintances I would never be able to stop maiming people.