The Rod and the Mage

Disclaimer and warnings: I do not own Yugioh. My co-author and I just use them to write an ongoing rp. First chapters contain many depressing situations and are to be read with extreme caution. Mentions of child molestation and child abuse are found. You have been warned.


Prologue:

The little girl ran from her assailants. She was only five but covered in filth and looked as if she hadn’t ate anything for a few weeks. Her clothing consisted of a ratty old dress which the color couldn’t even be seen. She was often the center of torment because of her blood red hair and striking blue eyes. One of the adult men caught her by her hair.

“Where are you going, bitch?” he asked, his alcohol breath breathing onto her.

“Let me go,” she cried, closing her eyes tight and praying nothing would happen to her. Her tiny hands clenched tightly.

“I don’t think so. Get back to work, slut!”

The older man threw her roughly against the orphanage’s back wall. Her head hit hard but not enough to crack open. Her vision contained of bright dots as she looked up at the men. They stood over her, one ready to slap her for not moving. The girl quickly got up and ran to her work station which was digging a hole. The other children didn’t dare watch, afraid that they would be hit.

It had always been this way for them all. Some of the older children wondered why no one was coming to the orphanage to adopt, but what could they do? All one hundred of them were locked in a cellar every night and woken everyday at the crack of dawn to work until sunset. The cellar itself wasn’t big enough to hold even 50 children. Only when the children inspectors came to rate the orphanage were they allowed nice things and plenty of food to eat. Unfortunately, out of the two hundred that had been there, the “adopted” one hundred had died of starvation, sickness, or were beat enoug ble bleed to death. There had even been rumors of children being taken during the middle of the night to sleep with one or all of the men. Often times, the other children would never see that one again.

The red haired girl was shaken out of her thoughts by one of the older boys. “We’ll get out someday. I don’t know when, but we will. Don’t worry. I can only watch out for you if- Little bitch! Don’t you dare talk back to me!”

The men had passed by to see how their littlmmanmmanders were doing with the younger children. The brown haired boy slapped the girl across the face. She took it, unable to do anything else. She whimpered slightly; the men laughed and left.

“I’m sorry about that. We all have to do things we don’t want. I don’t want to be here anymore than you do.” The boy went back to his work.


Later that night, a few kids were pushing in the dinner line, and the young girl was pushed out of it. One of the adult men came over to her and punched her in the face, telling her to go to the back of the line. She did, and when it came to her turn to get food, it was all gone. The adults snickered and smiled evilly. A few minutes later, it was time for bed.

The children were pushed and shoved down the steps to the cellar, many getting toppled on. The door was closed and locked as soon as all were down and in; the only light was the moon shining through a small window near the ceiling. The small girl climbed on top of one of the boxes and looked out the window, wishing she didn’t have to be there. She curled up on the box, hungry and cold, and soon fell asleep.


“I’m tired!” whined a little boy.

“I don’t fuckin’ care, brat. You will get up and work.”

Same as always. One of the kids didn’t want to work because he was hungry, tired, and in need of rest since he was sick. Another man went over and put the kid up against the wall, striping him of his clothes. The other men had the children gather around to watch the other’s punishment. The first man who would be punishing the boy took out a whip and hit the boy repeatedly, making very certain to cover every inch of the child’s body. The boy cried out at the pain which caused the man to hit harder.

Soon, the hitting stopped, but the man wasn’t going to let up. He went over and began to fondle the little boy. The boy whimpered slightly and tried to back up, only to up up into a corner. The man grinned evilly and ordered the boy to undue the man’s pants. The young girl looked away from the punishment, not wanting to bare the sight. She wanted so badly to leave. Little did she know, she just might get her chance soon.


A few days later, an inspector from the child care agency came to see how the orphanage was doing. It was a young woman, probably no older than twenty-five, with long black hair and piercing green eyes. The young girl saw her chance. She purposefully hid from the men all day, and when the woman came near the girl’s hiding place, the girl ran to the woman. The girl was still filthy and hadn’t gotten her bath for that day in particular. The woman was shocked and called over one of the care taker’s.

“What is the meaning of this? This poor child looks as if she hasn’t eaten in days, much less tookath.ath. She also seems to be running a fever and looksremeremely pale,” the young woman said in a stern voice.

The man was shocked at how the girl seemed intelligent with her hiding and was dumbfounded for a moment before replying. “There you are,” he said as if he was worried, “We’ve been looking for you all day! You need to come back inside and rest, little one.”

The little blue-eyed girl stared back with fear in her eyes. “You and the others are bad.”

“What did you say?” the man threatened.

“It’s clear what the child said. I knew something was wrong with this place. How do you expect me to believe you when the child is clearly afraid of you?” the woman replied.

“She just hasn’t taken her meds yet, that’s all,” he tried to cover up.

“We’ll see about that. I’m going to do a full investigation right now.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Oh, no? I am the director of child care services, and I override anything and everything you do in this establishment. Excuse me.” The young, raven-haired woman walked past the man who rushed to inform his boss. The woman saw how badly these men were treating the children and even asked a few questions concerning their care. She got her answers and called the police from her cell phone.

The head of the orphanage came to talk to her, seeing the little red-haired girl clinging to the woman. “Ma’am, let me explain.”

“Explain it to a judge with deaf ears. The police will be here any moment to arrest you and your crew. How dare you do this to innocent children. I’ll see you hang for this.”

A few minutes later, the police arrived and arrested the men. The young woman then allowed the police to take the children off to other orphanages that weren’t full. She looked down to the girl still clinging to her.

“You’re going to go far away from here, young one. You won’t have to live through this nightmare again,” the woman said soothingly while prying the girl off her.

“Can’t I stay with you?” the girl pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but you’t.”’t.” The woman put the little girl into the back of a police car with a few others, and the little girl never saw the woman again.


::No, this can’t be happening. Not again!:: The same red-headed girl was running from some new assailants; this time, she was nine years old. Even though she was away from her previous orphanage, it just didn’t matter. The same evil things were happening to the orphans, and she was being chased once again. One of the men grabbed her by the hair and yanked her downward. She yelped a bit, her head hurting. One man grabbed her roughly by the arms and threw her down on the ground, punching the girl everywhere. Soon, he had a knife in his hands and took off her shirt to cut her chest. She squirmed to get away, but she wasn’t strong enough; she was cut badly and sent to the medic center of the orphanage. There, she was treated so the scars would heal nicely in case of inspectors finding out.

The girl was given the name Teajuana since one man liked that name. He had said that she reminded him of a liquor by that name, sweet looking but spicy tasting. Teajuana actually had a bed and adequate food at this new orphanage, but the treatment was nearly the same. So, she decided she’d run away that very night. She couldn’t handle it anymore.

She was found by some police in another city a few nights later and took her to a child care services office. There, a nice man withnd hnd hair and blue eyes let her stay the night until he could find an orphanage. He found one that had just room for one more and took Teajuana there the very next day. However, this man didn’t know that evil was present in this establishment either. Teajuana stayed there for four years until another inspector came and helped her out, taking her away from all the pain. Unfortunately, Teajuana was too old to be in orphanages, so she was placed into foster care.


“You little bitch! Get back here!” the older woman shouted. Teajuana dodged the pudgy woman as she took just a tiny bit of bread to eat. The woman got ahold of the young teen and slapped her senseless. A few hours later, Teajuana woke up in her bed, her head aching from the older woman’s hit.

::How in the world have I gotten such a bad life? First the orphanages and now the nineteenth foster care in two years. Why did all this happen to me? Why does any of this happen? Is this all there is to life?:: she thought as she got up. She looked over at her school work and decided to do it, even though she wasn’t at grade level. ::I’m flunking all my classes, just because I can’t read or write. What am I going to do? Why is it that no one wants me? Am I really as bad as the old woman says? That I really am nothing but a bitch that no one cares about?:: This had gone through Teajuana’s mind time and time again. It wasn’t but a few months later that she was shipped to another foster home.


“Teaju wha what do I have to do to get you to help out around here?” asked the elder woman. She was plump and had long brown hair with matching hazel eyes. “I don’t know what happened with your other foster homes, but you need to help me around here. I can’t do all of this by myself. Teajuana, I’m begging you.”

“Nattie, forget it. Give me one good reason why I should help you do anything,” the red head responded.

“Because you’re supposed to. It’s doing something nice for someone else. I take you to town whenever you need or want to go, don’t I? All I ask is for you to do the dishes for me.”

“Forget it. I’m not dirtying my hands in your dirty dishwater!”

Nattie sighed before going to do the dishes herself. She decided it was high time to get Teajuana to a therapist to see why Teajuana acted so mean all the time. Nattie didn’t know anything about the orphanages or even the scars that were still present on Teajuana’s body. She did catch the young woman once cutting her wrists. The older woman nearly had a field day with that one.

The young woman went outside and sat on the ground. She knew she shouldn’t act the way she had been. Nattie was right; she did take everyone where they wanted to go and when. Teajuana didn’t care though. She was more concerned on making sure Nattie was always true to her word.

Still thinking of what to do, Teajuana dragged out a sharp kitchen knife and proceeded to cut her wrists. It was a game to her, to see how much she could bleed before feeling dizzy. She figured if she survived, what you could call survive, the orphanages and other foster homes, she could survive a bit of cutting. She watched as the blood poured down her arm and pooled on the ground before her. The thick liquid reminded her of her hair, and her head began to hurt. The young woman hadn’t even realized she’d been crying. Reaching up, she dried her tears and went back to cutting.

Nattie just watched, surprised by the leakage from the girl’s eyes. In all the few months the girl had been there, Nattie never had seen Teajuana cry. The older woman didn’t dare go over and offer comfort; too many times in the past proved the red head pushed people away, denied everything. Her mind made up, Nattie would get Teajuana to a therapist.