Except my Life

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to be except for the plot and the chick...that I have yet to name...oh! And certain parts of the dialogue don't belong to me, but I will clarify that within the chapter.

Pairings: Well...eventual Vaako thing...EVENTUAL

Warning: Violence...maybe Language...some spoilers for The Chronicles of Riddick maybe...I'm not quite sure yet.

Category: Drama/Action/Adventure/Romance --romance is also eventual

Title: Except My Life --will definitely change because I don't like that title very much. Help from readers welcomed!

Status: Inprogress

A/N: I have only seen "The Chronicles of Riddick", so bear with me AND I have no idea what that other furyan's name is other than "purifier" according to the cast list, so I'm just going to stick with "Head Purifier" because it fits nicely if you ask me, after all...he's the only purifier to talk through out the whole entire movie. If you have any info...it's helpful, please share...I will love you for it...in a nonpervert/stalkerish way...yeah, thanks.

Chapter 1

And so that had been a week ago. The girl became loyal to the Lord of the Necromonger faith, though she refused the directness of the conversion adamantly, she had been forced. Now twin scars marr the milky pale flesh of her throat, much to her agitation. Though it is a mystery why the Quasidead had little effect on the girl and could not penetrate her mind farther than her surface thoughts, people gave little thought to it. The Lord Marshall saw no threat in her, so the rest of the masses followed suit. Her actions in themselves kept any suspicion at bay for the way she did nothing but indicate that she was a faithful Necromonger. She never spoke out against the Lord Marshall or another high ranked Necromonger. She found simple pleasures in taunting the lower soldiers and keeping quietly to herself. She never did anymore than mock and provide artistically drawn sarcasm. She didn't really have a mind for much else.

One could often find her in the Lord's presence lounging about like a lazy cat, with the Head Purifier following him about like an eager puppy, or poking fun at Vaako like a much too bored fox aiming for fun in mischief. Today finds her at the Head Purifier's side in one of the many studies and libraries of the Necromonger community. Watching him with careful, glittering eyes as he examines an awefully large and menacing looking book. With a sudden spir of inspiration the girl exclaims, "My honourable lord, I will take my leave of you."The Head Purifier turns his attention to her with an odd look in his eyes and face, about to excuse her with a nod of his head when the girl grins cattily. She hops to the spot across from her original and turns around to face it. And as if speaking to a shadow of her own persona, she recites with full costume. "You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal-except my life, except my life, EXCEPT MY LIFE." A pause and the girl bursts out laughing.

The Head Purifier merely quirks his brow, somewhat accustomed to her odd tendencies. "Are you merry, Morrien." He turns back to his book, absently dismissing her in his mind's eyes.

To which the girl only laughs harder. She manages to gasp out, "Who, I?"

"Yes, Morrien. Who else would I be speaking to?" he replies without looking up.

The girl continues to bluster in hysteria. She finally rights herself enough to say, "O God, your only a jigmaker. What should a man do but be merry? For, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours." The girl falls back into her roars of giggles and sniggers.

This time the Head Purifier does look up and with a countenance that expresses his total doubt in her sanity. Though in a real conversation he could argue that her sanity was not all there to begin with. "Do I really want to understand the workings within that mind of yours, Morrien?" Morrien, a name that the Head Purifier bestowed on her himself when he discovered that she had no name for herself. He was the first she saw after the trial with the Quasidead. She spoke to him and he presented to her this name.

"Oh, no, sir, no! You would not, but if you ask for an explanation I will give," Morrien giggles.

The man sighs in defeat, "An explanation then."

Morrien's laughter instantly quiets and she smiles dreamily. "Thou art a scholar, or so it seems as you sit there reading your godly text. Reminded me of once when I studied of a scholar who wrote tragedies. Those lines I just recited had been of that scholar's work. William Shakespeare his name was and within his story of "Hamlet"! My lord, you had unintentionally recited words of the same play. "You are merry." And so I found hilarity in it and recited of more lines. Quite amusing once one grasps the concept."

The Head Purifier nods slowly, his eyes returns to his book, but he does not read it. He is in thought. "Also thou art a scholar, to be educated in the past."

Morrien perks at this mentioning, "Does my lord mean familiarity with this subject?"

"Yes, I had once read of this William Shakespeare. A dead man of a dead planet called Earth. It is rather incredible that his work has lived through the millenia. And even more incredible of how it has lived." The scholar of Morrien's affections faces her once more. "In your mind, Morrien. How did you come across such bloodless text?"

Morrien's smile transforms into that of true happiness. One of her most favorite subjects coming to light in a conversation with an educated being. "I am educated, sir. Very so, I was not always a silencer. I had once been an eager student. My mother, my father, my teacher, my brother, my life I had. In the earlier years of this life, I was educated and even after that life became breathless I was educated. A favor I could not part with. Some was rather useful as a silencer." Morrien drifts toward the man more. She seats herself at his feet and leans agains his thigh, staring back up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Mmm...I have almost forgotten what it was before I became a silencer. I see no faces in my past, only a small smudge that is a presence. I remember words best. That history and literature I had been taught. Even the reason why I became I silencer I can remember."

The Head Purifier sets his hands comfortable upon the book he had been reading, turning his full attention onto Morrien. "And this reason was?"

Morrien smirks cattishly, holding her finger to her lips, "A secret," she whispers. "A silencer is a secret. A secret you shall not utter, yes?"

His lips twitch into a slight smile. "Yes, A secret I shall not utter."

She returns to her small dreamy smile, "Silencers are needed in this plane of existance. No matter what, there must be silencers. Do you know how silencers are made, sir?"

"No..."

"Through blood. Bloodshed of the innocent and unworthy. My life was innocent and unworthy. It was bloody. It was the perfect price. You know, your lord and Necromongers make many silencers." Morrien smirks, but it soon falls back into the dreamy smile. "However, it wasn't your lord or Necromongers who made me a silencer. It was another being completely. A being who needed a silencer of his own to control. You see, there is a type of being that each silencer is. There is the vengeful, the submissive, the plotters, and the artificial. The vengeful are the types that the Necromongers make. Their life is terminated and they seek a new meaning in life, often vengeance within the body of a silencer. The submissive are those who fear fear itself. A mere, cowardly fear and follow orders like an artificial. An artificial is not even a being. It becomes a blank shell soldier for the commanding. The plotters are intelligent. They are not motivated by vengeance, but in themselves. Motivated in making for themselves. That is the silencer I am and partially was. I was an artificial more than a plotter at the beginning. A woman came for me. She slaughtered my entire life before my eyes. She took me in along with several other female peers. She created a training camp. Girls would be made killers. Wonderful killers who would then be set up against each other. Finally, only one stands...me. She wanted to use me, but I became a plotter. You see, I first became an artificial to escape the hounds of hell, but I saw a new light and became a plotter. So I was patient. I waited. Finally, I was one and escaped. Motivated for only myself. I found my way and a charge fell unto my lap. She was beautiful." Morrien's dreamy smile becomes larger. Her eye glaze over for happy memories. The smile faulters, but returns. So lost in her story, Morrien continues, not caring that she has already answered the question of how silencers are made. She only wants her story heard, finally acknowledged, known to a certain sense. Closure and she would find it with his man. "The utter radiance she was filled me with a new life. She became my life. A child could do such a thing to many a kind of killers. She was like my own flesh and blood as if she came from my womb. I protected her, I kept her, I loved her as much as I could..." Morrien trails off for a moment, staring off into space before her eyes dart back up to stare at him. Her eyes narrow into a slight glare, "and then you came. The Necromongers...she was then dashed out of life as easily as one swipes a pen across an undesired word or statement. So easily...I had almost forgotten how easily for which I cared for could be taken away. I almost didn't realize that I would feel deeply disturbed when she did cease to exist. I knew in some deep crevice of my being that many children don't live long in this age, but I had not been prepared. I stood there for possibly ten minutes, though it seemed like ten hours. I decided that I would avenger her death for her dignity and then no longer allow myself to become too enarmored in any other thing or being of the kind. And so I accomplished what I set out to do." Morrien falls silent, once again lost in the space of nothingness.

"What made you accept the Lord Marshall's offer?" the Head Purifier asks, although he believes he already knows the answer.

Morrien smiles grimly, "I had nothing to live for. I also didn't have anywhere to go after that. I did not like the empty time I spent by myself before I had Her. I needed a place and every dictator needs a silencer." Morrien smirks at the last phrase. "A secret police if you will."

The man above her smiles slightly, "Much like Adolf Hitler or Benito Mussolini?"

Morrien smirks, "Not so much Hitler, but very much Mussolini." She looks up and smiles brightly at the man, "Ah, the educated priestly man knows his Earthian history. Would he know pop culture as well?" Morrien chuckles, her eyes shining delightfully.

The Head Purifier chuckles good naturedly, "Be gone with you. Go along and play with someone else. Not everyone has the time of day to entertain you, Mistress Feline." An tender term for her obvious catlike qualities.

Morrien stands so that she can pout down playfully at the Head Purifier, "Oh, the poor sir, so attached to his books that he would not entertain his love with fondness."

The Head Purifier laughs openly, "No love for you, Mistress. Go then, I have much to do." He pats her rump, urging her along like a child.

Morrien dances towards the door calling behind her, "Ah, no love for the mistress and all too much love for his books! To holy matrimony with them then! I shall tell the Lord Marshall, maybe he would be your minister of the Holy Necromonger Chapel!" She gives a shriek and giggles as a rather large and heavy book hits the door frame, barely missing her head.

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Morrien sways to the silent music in her head as she paces along the many corridors of the Necromonger base. A few twirls and leaps and she finds herself within the throne room...the empty throne room. Finding no interest in such a space, she resumes her lovely body pattern. "Swim, swim, swim. Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly. So many things lost. So many things lost."

"Talking to yourself again?" an arrogant, grating, female voice calls down to her from the upper level as she is makes it to the center of the room.

She scowls inwardly and her nose scrunches up in disdain. She whirls around to meet the woman of her dreams, torture dreams that is. Oh, how she fancies the idea of invoking the gods' wrath upon the woman. Morrien pulls on an obvious false smile. "Dame Vaako!" she calls out in false excitement with underlining despite. "What brings thy lady to this humble servant of faith?"

Dame Vaako chuckles humorlessly. "To you? Nothing. To this place...I felt an inclination to wonder the area. I had a foreboding feeling that something may come of this visit," she replies as she walks towards the staircase that descends to the floor of the throne room."

Morrien forces a grin. "Milady is too divine. Surely a dame such as yourself (A/N: pun intended) would have much more expensive hankerings upon her thoughts."

Dame Vaako responds with a sarcastic sneer. "And what would bring you here?"

"My pretty words about the palace is not enough? No, I come and go like the wind. There is little need for a silencer at this particular time. I am free to do as I please."

"Not to do as you please. You have limits, girl."

Morrien cocks her head to the side, taking this as a challenge. "Limits, Madam, I do have. Do as I please I am allowed for nothing else pleases me more than offing the Lord Marshall himself," Morrien growls sarcastically.

"Shall I take that as a confession, Morrien?" a familiar, very confident, authorative, male voice sounds from behind her, causing her to perk up straight from her slightly threatened, stalking demeanor.

Morrien whirls around with a delighted catty smile. "Oh, by the heavens, my lord! Shall that be a threat to you? No man is capable of ending your life. What makes this lowly silencer able?" Morrien striddles up towards the Lord Marshall. She leans in, giving an illusion that she is touching him, but is just barely. She stares up at him with adoration. "So what says you, my lord?"

The Lord Marshall gives a slight smirk at Morrien's act. An act that screams of false yet true childish innocence. "What says I? No man is capable of ending my life, yes, but you are no man," the Lord Marshall chuckles. "But, no, of course not, my dear girl. You haven't the bone in you."

Morrien's eyes gleam, "You are so certain, my lord?" Her smile takes on as a lioness's mischievious smirk.

The Lord Marshall pats her head absently, dismissing the smirk entirely. "Very." Morrien yowls like a playful kitten when caught and swats his armored hand away. The Lord Marshall merely smirks in amusement. "What are you doing here to the Dame Vaako, Morrien?"

Morrien loses her childish innocence and replaces it with fresh cheekiness. "Doing? Am I accused? Not I, dear sir. I have done nothing to be found accused. A mere sway of my pretty words and a smart remark for the lady's undeniably lovable manner." The "lovable" in Morrien's speech comes out openly sarcastic.

The Lord Marshall quirks his eyebrow at Dame Vaako, who in return stares pass him at Morrien with utter disbelief. Morrien answers with a cute smile. The Lord Marshall glances between the two defiant females and finally decides that a confrontation would be best done without his presence and at another time. "Dame Vaako, I advise that you show some care to our young silencer. You are not above her...yet." The "yet" is merely a ploy to appease the woman for now. A deceit that works wondrously.

Dame Vaako presents a feminine bows, "Yes, my lord. I take my leave of you." She turns and leaves.

"You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal-except my life, except my life, except my life," Morrien says quietly, so that Dame Vaako cannot hear her as she departs. Morrien soon falls into a fit of giggles at her own humor.

"What is it that you find so laughable, Morrien?" the Lord Marshall inquires, confused, but regal all the same.

Morrien giggles even harder at the sight of the Lord Marshall trying to be dignifying while so clearly lost. "Oh, a small quip that is shared between my lord's best purifier and myself."

"Really?" Morrien nods eagerly. The Lord Marshall pauses, but continues, "Come, Morrien. Let us leave this place before you cause more disruption to my noble people."

Morrien giggles, "Aye, sir!" She trails behind him merrily.

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The day ensues and after a while of trailing behind the Lord Marshall and sharing bits of witty sarcasm and jests, she resumes her prowl. Morrien stalks the halls like a silent enigmatic panther roaming its private jungle, patrolling it like the king it is. Her eyes just as soulful and deep with a kind of furtive hunger. Nothing escapes Morrien's sharp eyes, nothing is left to its own devices, everything is retained and filed away for later use. Without warning her eyes flash as they fall upon potential prey.

Slowly Morrien haunts her newest game, coming up slowly behind the unsuspecting. She seeps up behind, like an unnatural wisp of fog. With delicate ease she allows her fingers to ghost along the shell of her victim's ear, leaping back a mere instant later at the vicious defensive attack at her body. Morrien gufaws loudly, absolutely enraptured with her great skills. "Oh! Oh! So close, so close! Faster, faster, Lord Vaako! Much to slow for me, much to far behind from me!" Morrien giggles as she dances away from Vaako's enraged assaults.

"What have you come here for? To taunt me some more? I have no time for your pettiness. Be a child elsewhere, with someone who is pitifully fool enough to entertain you," Vaako growls and he whirls around, stomping away from her in a lumbering kind of way.

"Oooh!" Morrien jeers. "Have I angered the Great Lord Vaako? Perhaps this "great" man should speak prettier words with prettier thoughts put to play, for I could have sworn that Necromonger Commander Vaako himself has just insulted our esteemed Lord Marshall." Morrien grins her satisfied catty leer.

Vaako spins back to face her in fury. "I have done no such thing." His eyes glare down upon her with an intensity that would have burned any other man to shreds, but to her luck, Morrrien's baby manner and clear abandon shields her from such cruelty.

"Oh, you have, my lord. Do not deny for you scar yourself all the more. "Be a child elsewhere with someone who is pitifully fool enough to entertain you," says you, my lord. Why...who is pitifully fool enough to entertain me? Why...the Head Purifier, a great man of virtue and stature, and then the Lord Marshall himself, our honourable, distinguished, couragous leader. Are they pitifully foolish enough to entertain me? Why, yes. They are. Oh, my, the Head Purifier and our Lord Marshall would be devestated if they ever heard of your exploits, Lord Vaako," Morrien explains, almost lectures, with an apparently false disappointed countenance.

Vaako's eyes widen in both realization and severity. "Speak no lies, girl."

"Lies? Who, I, my lord? No lies from me, Sir Vaako. I am merely echoing what you, yourself, have murmured."

"And you reproduce what I have said into shame!"

"Oh," Morrien pouts, "my lord is too harsh on this one girl. To what end is it to threaten a lowly girl who is but only making stage with you."

"Make your stage somewhere else. I haven't the bout to spoil on your nameless frolics."

"For, O, for, O, this noble man's bitter speakings has speared me in the heart so! Death to my bleeding soul!" she cries out in fake woe. Abruptly she snaps from this persona to take on an animalistic scowl. "Fine! Be dead to it, then! I will not make art for you! Matter is it? I will give. I come to pay peace! A warning for you shriveled black heart that cannot see pass a pretty face! You're an idiot of a man! All strength in the arms, but none in the eyes! Your dear wife plays you! The power hungry bitch! She is a conviving snake in the shell of a woman! Open your ears and eyes," Morrien seethes. "This is a good cautionary. Let her not play you and be you the one to play her like the instrument she should be. Conspiracy is on her mind. You do well to not heed the sweetly venomed whispers in your ear at night in your warm bed. Throw aside the scarlet and do not make wails when what I say is proven right." Morrien quirks a brow and then straightens. "Fine lady be with you I pray. Take mark to my matter. This girl speaks no lies. A silencer needs none of it. But that Dame Vaako, oh she is metal so attractive. They are her necessary." Morrien replaces her cattish grin and saunters away with a sway of her hips. Her pattern of feet shifting from her sweet gaits.

A/N: Yeah...I know...it's a bit difficult to follow Morrien sometimes. It's just that...well...I've been influenced by Shakespeare, sorry! XD It gives her a beautiful mystery, though! Yeah? Hahaha, okay, anyways, thanks for reading and please review! Please! I live for them!