The Unforgiven Dreamers

[TakodaVega]

There was a legion of humans that lived trapped within worlds. Trapped, until their debt to the world had been repaid. When the Murderers become the Victims, the Abused - the Killers they all became to answer to Mother Maiden, a woman who was not human, not angel, nor was she really a demon. To most whom she had appeared to - she resembled an old woman, not a single strand of her white hair out of place, in a wheel chair. For someone who appeared so elderly and frail, she held so much power, that to try to destroy the creature was a suicide attempt.

Their job? To protect the innocent from the Darkhearts. To Redeem themselves in the eyes of the Higher Power so that they enter their final destination, or be condemned to an eternity in the universal Hell. Sleep. Death. These things were elusive to those who served Mother Maiden. Until your debt was paid, there was no rest for the wicked.

Wicked, you were, and wicked you will be to redeem yourself.

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For years she had been doing this, looking down over the city as some of the others clung to the shadows of the world. Mother had sent them all to do her bidding to try and erase evil from the world to save their own damned souls from the bowels of hell. They all had sinned, in some way shape or form, an irredeemable sin. However there was always those who got caught in someone else's sin, creating a pure balance to those trapped in this hellish purgatory.

Even Natalie thought this was Hell. Anytime she was supposed to die she was stuck never really dying. Mother Maiden's power gave them all that ability. Nothing seemed to be out of reach for just how badly this got. You stopped trying to sleep after awhile. There was no point when your body no longer needed such sustenance to survive. Food? It was a joke really. It was all tasteless to her. You could call the soldiers of Mother Maiden the 'Undead', they really weren't though. She was warm to the touch, breathing (though she and the others could breath underwater at will), and had that heartbeat that marked her a human.

She just never aged. She never died, and she never seemed to get out of this train wreck of guilt. "Maybe dreams are really a joke," She muttered softly as she turned away from the ledge to take the stairway down. One flight. Two flights. This continued until she reached the floor she intended opening it. She could already feel the need calling to her. The sickening thoughts of the one who was her target. It tore at her insides. Even when she kicked down the door and the man, built like a damned tank, she knew what would always come next, the reaction from the man at the intruder the pulling out of the guns. The charging of the man, the shots.

It never seemed to end. The man would crumple to the floor, not many could survive a virtually point blank range of a handgun. She had no remorse for the victim. Never really did, when their sins played in your head. You stopped it before they could harm the innocent. Yet even then, when would Mother Maiden release her hold on them. As silent as she came before, tilting her fedora a little farther down a smoke on her lips, more out of habit than the need. This city never seemed to change.

However, she stopped when she was well past a block away from the scene. those gray eyes peering through her dark hair as she heard it again. Her name was being called. Humans, of course, could see her, however this voice sounded familiar. "Must be one of the others," she muttered as she side stepped out of the human traffic going through to lean against the wall to see who it was who had called her.