In-Sanity Part 1 Unforgivable

~*{In-Sanity}*~
Part One: Unforgivable 
One-Shot
IC: Knight Bathori
Location: Batorine
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“Phobia, by Euzen"
https://youtu.be/oq7oCR8l8Z0
It was late, the room was dark only a single silver beam of moonlight seeped through the closed curtains on her pale face. The sweat on her forehead shimmered like hundreds of tiny diamonds as she drew quick shallow breaths. Restless she moved in her sleep, again Bathori had a nightmare about what had happened to her over a month ago. Her wounds had healed but her mind was still wounded. Her former master kept haunting her, during daytime she saw them in the corner of her eyes, lurking in the shadows and almost every night she would see them in her dreams. But they weren’t they only one who haunted her, memories from her childhood and life before the Empire had resurfaced. Everyone who ever hurt or abused her would visit her in her dreams. The broken Sorceress was suffering...
A cry in the night woke her, her eyes flung open and she gasped for air. Covered in sweat her heart pounded in her chest as if she had been running. Slowly she rose up to a seated position, it was silent, next to her she heard the soft breathing of Terrogate. For a moment she looked down at him, at the slow rising and falling of the Catharian’s chest, he looked peaceful. Bathori looked down at where once her arm would have been, now there was nothing not even a stump, only the blackened scarred skin.
A tear rolled down her cheek when suddenly from the corner of her eyes she saw a shadow moving. “if you ever take steps to replace it, I will be back." The shadow hissed at her. It was the voice of the demon that haunted her, her former master. Shivers went down her spine but when she blinked the tall winged shadow was gone. 
Now she heard the soft cries of Khara, the Sith Master’s sister, who had woken up herself. The three year old had grown much, she started to look more and more like her older brother. Bathori couldn’t stand the sight of her, reminding her every single moment of that monster. Making her relive the horrors of that night. The cries became stronger, the Iktotchi grinded her teeth feeling angry. “She will turn on you" a voice in the back of her head told her. She shook her head trying get rid of the voice but they continued speaking “They are the same blood. She will look down on you like they do, like all of the Acherjon do.” Again the Iktotchi shook her head fighting the dark thought, Khara was just a child, she had nothing to do with what her brother had done.
She slide herself out of the bed and walked to the curtains. She pulled them aside and looked at the sickle moon in the sky. All or a sudden her ears began to ring, she could hear the booming voices of the dead Acherjon clan shouting at her like they had done before “weak, stupid, whore! useless, fake, child! Wingless, ignorant, slag!” Insult after insult, looking down on her for not being a S’kytri, for not being able to fly. “Noo" she softly growled as she grabbed her head with her Ultrachrome hand. The cold touch of the metal made her shiver, her nails cut into her scalp as she clenched her jaw. In the distance she could still hear the little girls cries, she probably woke from a nightmare as well. “She is one of them, that arrogant race, she will turn on you...” the voice in her head spoke again, it started to feel more convincing. “She belongs to them.. they will use her, she is your weakness” the voice added. 
Bathori turned around, her Catharian partner was still sleeping quietly. She knew he had hidden a hypospray with a sedative in his nightstand, it was meant for her if she ever got violent. “Break the chains.... break it.....” the voice whispered at her. “they are the same blood..... get rid of her before she turns on you.” The Knight knew something had to be done, something to end this suffering. She believed that she had to stop this child from becoming another demon to haunt her.
On her toes she walked back toward the bed, to the other side where Terrogate layed with his eyes closed. He softly purred as she reached for his nightstand. Quietly she pulled the drawer open, took the hypospray and sneaked out of the bedroom. 
Khara was still softly crying when Bathori entered he room. “mama...” the teal skinned girl cried when she saw her enter. ‘I’m not your mother’ the Iktotchi thought as she slowly  approached the bed and sat down on the end. Khara pushed the sheets aside and crawled up to her. The knight looked down and saw how the little girl curled up against her, “she’s not yours.. she will never be" the voice whispered into her mind. “she belongs to them .... they took your arm, they made you suffer... break the chains... set yourself free” the voice continued.  Khara looked up at her with a smile, “mama.. seep" she tried to say ‘sleep’. Bathori smiled at her, thinking about how much she looked like her older brother. “I’m sorry" she softly said as she placed the hypospray at the girls neck, injecting the sedative into her bloodstream. “shhhh sleep... go to sleep...." she whispered as tears ran down her pale face..
Khara quickly drifted off, and the sorceress used telekinesis to lift her off the bed. Leaving the room, with Khara floating behind her, she thought about what she would do next, it would be unforgivable, but she didn’t see any other way. She took the girl downstairs, to the glass hatch that led to the basement. Bathori knelt down and unlocked it, with a hiss the glass hatch popped open.
Moments later they were in the chamber beneath the pool, the pale moonlight shone through the glass ceiling upon the altar at the centre of the room. Carefully the Iktotchi placed the three year old S’kytri face down on the stone slab, he wings dropped relaxed to the sides. Gently, using telekinesis she removed the child’s pyjamas. Bathori remembered every word her former Master had told her that gruesome night: "I told you when your apprenticeship began, that if you reflected badly upon me I would make you suffer..... Now then, we're going to play a little game called 'I make you remove your own arm with your other arm - piece by piece'” she whispered the Sith Master’s words as she looked down at the little girl. The same words kept echoing in her mind “Break the chains.. set yourself free.” When her master gave her Khara, they didn’t tell her that she was their sister, their own blood. When she found out she saw this arrangement as a chain that linked her to them forever. A chain she wished didn’t exist. Bathori walked away to bring a medkit from her lab and prepare for what she was about to do, then she disinfected her Ultrachrome hand with alcohol.
With everything ready to treat the wounds afterwards, Bathori stepped closer to the sleeping girl. With telekinesis she pushed her left wing up, the little girl twitched when the sharp nail started to cut into the teal skin of her back. With precision she cut into the flesh at the base of wing, pulling it aside to uncover the muscles and the joint. Using light cryokinesis she tried to stop the bleeding as she carefully cut the tendons and ligaments that attached the wing to her back. As the last ligaments snapped lose, the wing is separated from the three year old’s back. Putting the amputated wing aside she at once tended to the wound, using gauze to clean away the blood. The cryokinesis had narrowed the exposed veins, stopping further bleeding as she prepared a suture needle to close the open wound. “One down... one more to go” she said with wicket smile as she started to close the wound. A part of her felt relaxed and satisfied by what she was doing, but deep inside, there was still a feeling of guilt.
Bathori walked to the other side of the altar and repeated the process. Lifting right wing, cutting into the flesh at the base of the S'kitri's wing. Exposing the joint, slicing through the tendons and ligaments as she applied a gentle cryokinesis to stop further bleeding. Again as the wing was separated she took care of the wound, making sure it was clean and stopped bleeding before she closed it completely. Lastly she applied a bacta patches on the two fresh wounds and then put the girls pyjamas back on. Khara was still heavily sedated when the sorceress returned the girl to her bed like nothing had happened. “There.. much better" she whispered as she covered Khara with the sheets. She placed a kiss on the girls forehead and stood back up with a pleased smile. The Iktotchi wasn’t going to bed, her work wasn’t done yet.
Bathori returned to the basement and turned her attention to the two wings. Remembering the words of her former Master as they spoke about making an anklet of her hand, she thought about what to do with the teal coloured wings. Bathori looked at them with a thoughtful grin, she wasn’t going to let them go to waste. 
She took the wings to her lab and splayed them on the workbench, they had nearly two meters wingspan, that was a lot of skin that she could turn into useful leather. With her golden razor sharp nails she carefully made precise incisions to separate the flesh and bones from the beautiful teal skin. 
After washing the blood of the skins she placed them in the freezer for curing and she returned to the workbench to collect the bones. Placing them in a bucket as her former Master had done with the remains of her arm. 
In another bucket she had collected the little flesh that had come off the wings. “a snack for later” she said with a grin thinking about how the girl’s brother had eater her arm. At least she would have the decency to cook it properly and make a feast out of it, like she would do with any game they would have hunted in the woods. 
Holding one bucket in her left hand, the other floating behind her as she left the basement. As the glass hatch closed behind her she stepped into the kitchen. Placing the two buckets on the floor she grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and emptied the bucket with flesh into it. As she washed it and removed the blood she thought about what kind of meal she should make with it. She wondered if she should use a recipe for poultry, as S’kytri were an avian race. She looked at the contents of the bowl, the meat was red but lighter than a steak. She grabbed a bunch of spices from the cupboard and prepared a marinade that normally would be used for Spiced Mynock Wing. She poured it into the bowl of S’kytri meat and mixed it all together before placing it into the fridge.
Now all she had to do was clean the bones, as she was planning to use those later. The flesh had already been removed but just in case she took the bones outside. The Iktotchi knew that the easiest way to clean off any soft tissue would be by leaving them out in the open and let nature take its course. The moon stood high and lit the way as she walked down the hill, she didn’t want any animal to run off with the bones so she dug a hole and buried them on a spot that she would be able to find later. After she was done and walked back to the house, her work was done, she would wash herself and return to bed where she fell asleep with ease....
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A few hours later, Bathori was woken by harrowing screams. Terrogate also woke and instinctively jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. The screaming continued, it was Khara. The sorceress also got out of bed and rushed the little girls room. There she stood, crying, screaming in pain with her arm out to be picked up. Terrogate looked at her her in shock and quickly grabbed the girl into his arms to comfort her. With a blank expression Bathori looked at her work, part of her wanted to cry of regret while another part justified her actions and felt proud of what she had done. The Catharian turned around as he cradled the wingless S’kytri toddler, he knew it was Bathori who had done this. “I saved her.... I broke the chains” the Iktotchi said coldly. Terrogate looked at her with anger and sadness, disapproving of her actions. Her eyes became watery, “she is one of us now.” Her words didn’t mean anything to the Catharian, without a word he left the room with the crying girl in his arms. Bathori dropped to he knees, the tears steamed down her cheeks. Someone entered the room behind her, “mam?? What happened?” her son softly asked keeping his distance.. “I saved her” Bathori whispered as she cried. “Did you really do it? Did you take her wings?” the boy asked, she could sense his fear. “This was only way. She is one of us now. A wingless S’kytri unable to fly, they won’t have any use for her anymore...” she looked over her shoulder at the blue skinned Iktotchi boy. “You hurt her..” he said with sadness in his voice.. “They took my arm!!!!.. I’ll take their wings!!!” she growled angry as her Ultrachrome nails scratched into the floorboards. Kas’sparr stepped back “But she didn’t do anything wrong.” “They are of the same blood.. she is their sister.. they would use her against me.” She rose back to her feet and turned to her son “I did her favour, I saved her because she's my daughter!”
Terrogate returned without Khara, he whispered something in the boys ears. Kas’sparr nodded and left the room at once. “where is she?” Bathori asked as she looked at the Catharian, “Jovian is treating her wounds.” He said as he approached her. She noticed the hypospray in his hand, “what are you doing?” she asked as she stepped backwards. “You are not well, what you did..” but before he could continue she interrupted him “I had to do it.. She is better off this way.” The Catharian moved closer, “I love you, I always will.” Her back pressed against the wall she couldn’t go anywhere and before she could do anything he leaped forward and grabbed her. She struggled, scratching his arm with her golden nails but it was pointless. Physically he was much stronger and deep inside she didn’t want to fight him. He pressed the hypospray against her neck, and everything became dark.... everything faded away... 
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