Death of the Beast

[xAnimaSola]

Izshandriel Dreamstalker. Daughter of Jerolan and Tylandra. Experiment of the Sentinels. Exiled and hunted. Beast. Monster.

Izshandriel found herself walking down a wooden boardwalk with nothing to protect her bare feet from splinters. Her hands were tied behind her back as voices chattered around her. A stick was pushed against her back. The goliath of a Kaldorei woman fell to the floor weak and helpless.

“Get up you useless freak.” Said a voice. She could not even place what creature had mocked her. Hands grabbed her arms, four of them trying to lift the heavy elf to her feet. Izshandriel stood and walked forward as she was pushed. Her lack of sight was the least of her troubles now. Her senses were beginning to fade as well, and pain was not even existent to her. She was by the water, the breeze and crashing waves gave hint of that. She walked along a wooden plank and onto a ship, the rocking boat was unmistakable.

“Alright, filthy whore. Down you go.” Said a female voice. The ground in front of her was suddenly gone. She was shoved down a staircase, down to a lower end of the ship. Laughter echoed down below. “I think I'll have fun with this one, Vick.” Said the woman. Rope was tied around her neck as she was dragged into a room, a cell as she could tell when the woman left. The metal door was shut and locked.

She could not understand it. She had taken the drugs all this time to sedate her inner self, but now that it had been days without them, she expected to suffer withdrawals as she had before. She was calm. Something wasn't right.

Heh… what did you expect? For me to emerge again? No… your attempts to sedate me proved false results. I acted calm so you would destroy yourself with that poison you think controls me. In all attempts to regain your sanity and respect, you have only ruined your own life. Come with me, Izshandriel… we have much to talk about.

Izshandriel awoke in a world she had never seen before. It was a salt flat that saw no end. The sun was beaming brightly on the ground, and onto a dead tree that was in front of her. She winced, the light too bright to adjust from being blind. She saw a figure on the tree, swinging her feet on a tree branch. Izshandriel's eyes focused finally. The figure was pale, a Kaldorei. Her black hair fell passed her knees, as black flaming eyes stared at her.
“You made it!” said the woman. She sounded much like a wraith, echoing and breathy but still had the power of a grown Kaldorei woman. The woman leapt down and walked toward Izshandriel. She was wearing some strangely living armor that appeared as morphing black tar. It moved across her body constantly. When Izshandriel had gotten a view, she noticed that this woman was a near copy of herself. “Call me Darker, for that is what I am of you.” She said.

“You…” Izshandriel frowned. “You're the voice in my mind! Everything I've sought to destroy of my past!”

“That's correct, Izzy… but your past has followed you to this day. It always has… I just kept it from you.”

“You're responsible for everything…”

“No… you're responsible for everything. You're not even supposed to exist but in some turn of events you gained control of this body.” Darker crossed her arms, “The only thing that composes you is the guilt of murdering your comrades, and whatever memories of being a child you have.” Darker approached Izshandriel and circled around her closely. “All of your rage, fury… your anger and hatred… your lust. That is what I am. That's all Izshandriel… the real Izshandriel should be!”

“You lie…” Izshandriel looked away in sadness.

“You're a monster, Izshandriel! That is all you ever will be! Born to kill and slay those that stand in your way. All of this remorse, friendship and affection building within you. It is all fake!” Darker slashed Izshandriel across the chest and down to the stomach. She tore flesh with her fingers leaving Izshandriel to kneel to the ground. “Look at you…” Darker spat on Izshandriel. “Blind, enslaved… pregnant and raped yet again! You worthless maggot.” The Darker kneed Izshandriel in the face sending her on her back. “You think you're blind because of the drugs? I've done all of this. I've weakened you to this point. I've had enough of your weak pleas of restoration. This is my show! MINE!” Darker stepped on Izshandriel's stomach leaving her breathless.

“I hate you…” Izshandriel said as tears streamed down her face.

“You did this to yourself! If only you left well enough alone you never would have been come to this point. You never would have existed. Only your stupidity created this torment! You want to go back? To you want to go on living? Having this bastard child and continuing on as a slave. It's a vicious cycle, Izzy, and you know it! Nothing has changed and it never will! You'll never see the light again and you never will be loved. You are a monster, hated by the world and only placed in it to cause chaos and destruction. That is the purpose you have been seeking this entire time! What more can you do!?”

“I… don't… want this…” Izshandriel could only weep. “… not anymore.”

Darker straddled Izshandriel's body, pinning down her arms and staring at her. The black living armor began to ooze from her mouth and eyes, “Then… join me. I will give you one last glorious attempt…” The armor began to circle around Izshandriel and encase her. The Darker began to laugh, her voice starting to develop a growl.

Izshandriel awoke in a cell. Her vision returned. She was in a cell with other members of the Alliance. Draenei, Kaldorei, humans and etc. They all were slaved, chained and bound.

One final chance…

“We're leaving.” Izshandriel said, standing up to her feet.

“The Kaldorei is alive… and here we thought you were a walking corpse with how weak you looked.” Said a human.

“How'd ye figure we leavin', lass? Doors locked.” Said a dwarf. Izshandriel walked over to the cell door and began to lift on it. She was strained for sure.

Behold vessel… let me.

A sudden amount of strength came to her and a cracking noise came from the door. It was surely open now, and the others knew this. Izshandriel signaled for them to wait before barging through.

“Scream…” Izshandriel told a woman. She questioned it at first but then hesitantly did so.

“What's all that racket down there!” said a voice from above deck. Izshandriel grabbed the woman who screamed and held her up in the air by the neck. A Forsaken came to investigate.

“Oi! Kaldorei. You put that human down, she's merchandise. And you don't touch the merch!” he said. Izshandriel dropped the woman and turned around to face the Forsaken.

“Stupid blind elf. You realize you're the worst purchase we've made. You'll just be moving heavy objects around. Now stop this madness before I get Vick down here!”

“Madness?” Izshandriel smirked.

Madness? What do you know of madness?

Izshandriel kicked the door forward, sending it into the Forsaken and knocking him unconscious. She bent down and took his keys, undoing her shackles before tossing the keys to the cell.

“Free yourselves… make for the lifeboats when I say so.”

“Thank you, Kaldorei. What is your name?” asked a Draenei.

Izshandriel turned her head and paused. “On my mark.” Izshandriel turned to the wall, taking a torch and setting it on the ground. The flames would spread, slowly but surely.

“Jarred! What was that noise?” cried a woman's voice. A Sin'dorei came to check up on the unconscious Forsaken but only saw his body and Izshandriel standing calm. “Uh… Captain we have a problem!” She yelled back to the corridor. “Now now, Kaldorei. We don't want any bloodshed here.”

You like the blood… don't you?

The elf tried to slash at Izshandriel with her saber but was evaded. Izzy grabbed her throat and held her in the air, staring angrily into her eyes. “V-Vick!” the elf tried to scream. Her throat was soon crushed in a quick squeeze of Izshandriel's hand.

Three more enemies came, two Orcs and another Forsaken. They gave no quarter and started to attack the Kaldorei. They were no match for her fury. She delivered a single first to the Orcs chest, shattering his bone and halting his heart instantly. The second Orc, a female, she struck in the stomach, leaving her mouth open as she gasped for air. Izshandriel reached into her mouth, getting a hold of her bottom jaw. She proceeded to grab the head and pull the jaw until it cracked and the Orc fell lifeless.

The Forsaken had already a head-start and slashed Izzy in the chest. She grabbed his wrist pulling him toward her. She brought up her knee into his chest, head, and his head against until it caved in. Izshandriel hadn't stopped walking and made her way above deck where others were waiting.

“After her!” said a voice, Vick she assumed, a Forsaken standing by the wheel. His orders were useless.

I am the stuff of nightmares…

One by one Izzy struck them down. She shattered skulls, broke backs, and sent others to a watery grave. She suffered her own wounds, as her style of combat required. She was bleeding again, still standing miraculously as others would have died with such wounds. The ship was on fire now, the captives having moved from below deck, and watching their savior battle. And after all was done, she stood surrounded by a lake of blood and corpses.

“Kaldorei! You'll pay for this!” Vick said. Izshandriel made her way toward him, talking a slow robotic walk. The Forsaken pulled out his pistols and shot her in the shoulder, in the leg, and in the stomach. He was out of bullets and she had been standing over him. Blood was running down her head, and over her closed eyes. Her glowing eyes opened and narrowed down at the quivering undead.

Finish him…

Izshandriel tore off his arms with ease, then ripped his torso from his legs. Strangely enough the Forsaken was still alive. She grabbed his neck and removed his head from his body. She dropped the parts and stared at her massacre.

Well done, my puppet…

The rest of the captives came from their cell and made their way to the lifeboats. The silence seemed to have been Izzy's signal that she spoke of. They had already prepared them.

“Come, sister!” said a Kaldorei. She noticed Izshandriel was hurt and ran to aid her but Izzy shouted.

“Stay back, Kaldorei!” Izshandriel said. "I am not leaving.”

“But the ship!”

“Leave me.”

“I will not leave a fellow K—”

“If you do not leave you will suffer the same fate as the rest have, and I promise you that.”

The captives paused in fear. “At least tell us your name!”

“Izshandriel Dreamstalker… tell my family I am dead.”

The captives paused at such words then remained quiet as they set off. Izshandriel stood in the smoke and flame and watched as the only way off the ship was gone.

Fool… you still have a chance to get off.

Izshandriel paused for a moment and and stood as the ship was entirely aflame.

If you wish to die, then do it! I'd rather be dead than with your helpless self!

“So be it.” Izshandriel looked at her hand then shoved it into her neck, tearing at flesh. She ripped what she could before she collapsed on the deck.

Damn it... I swear if this is not the end, Izshandriel… I own you.

There she was. Izshandriel Dreamstalker, watching her only means of survival fade away. The ship continued to burn and crumble while her fate was left... to just that.