Except my Life

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except for the plot, Morrien, and the Eye of Jodgr.

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

Warning: Violence...maybe Language...some spoilers and a lot of changes to the CoR story line. You have been warned.

Category: Drama/Action/Adventure/Tragedy/Romance -- romance is eventual and also take notice that this story is now a tragedy. It MAY have a happy ending, but there will be multiple amounts of tragic events to come.

Title: Except My Life -- I'm sticking with this title because I just can't come up with anything better. If y'all can think og something better, let me know.

Status: Inprogress

A/N: I know the last one was short. It was meant to be. Did y'all really think it was over?

Chapter 5

"NOOOO!" the banshee's death screech echoes within the many corridors, halls, grand rooms, and control centers. The figure of a dainty woman crumbles to the hard, cold, unforgiving, metal floor. "AAAHHH!" she screams as her fists bang the harshly solid ground. The thick, firm material seems to transform into liquid under the impact of her hands. It ripples as her fists pounds and melts into distorted irregularity. A tightly wound cord has been snapped inside her. "NO!" she shrieks once more, abruptly lunges up right, and soars down the passage way. Her eyes are wide, her mouth gaping, and her expression of stone cold terror.

She storms into the medical room, frightful horror has been replaced by pure murderous hatred. "WHERE IS HE!?!" she demands, her voice full of fury. All step aside, fearful of the damage she would inflict on their poor souls if denied.

One brave, though still shaking, doctor steps forward. "Miss Morrien, I'm afraid you cannot come any further. His condition is not yet stable. We're still within the process of-..."

One animalistic growl from Morrien and the cowering doctor quickly shrinks away. "I will only say it once more," her voice drops to a menacing low, "Where...is...he?"

A particularly courageous nurse steps forward, "T-this way, p-please." She leads Morrien further back into the medical room. She pulls back the bleak, white curtain that is obstructing the view of any onlooker trying to peek in on the secret. "He's almost stable," the nurse whispers. "He's very strong, but...t-they had dealt too many blows. I-it's a miracle that he's s-still alive. He's acquired t-t-too many head injuries. I'm s-sorry, but there's n-nothing the doctor can do to bring him back. His eyes may open and portray some c-consciousness, but he's paralyzed. There's just been too much d-damage done. He'll n-never be the s-same. He'll be bedridden for the rest of his life. H-he'll n-never-..."

"He'll never speak again. I know. Shut up and leave," she has lost her finesse as she stares down at the broken picture of her father. The nurse does as she was ordered. Morrien's hand slowly slips forward, her fingers barely brush the lacerated flesh along her lord's high cheekbones. "I'll have vengeance for you," her lips whisper. With that, Morrien violently stalks away from his bed and out of the medical room.

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The giant double doors fly open, slamming ominously against the wall as she breezes into the room with a treacherously hazardous air. The eyes of all occupants snap around to stare at her. All those before her part in waves like the Red Sea to the biblical Moses that she had once read about. "What is the meaning of this?" the Lord Marshall demands, standing to stare down at Morrien.

"Who did it?" the feline girl demands, her brows wrinkled in a scowl.

"What ever are you talking about?"

"WHO DID IT!" Morrien roars.

The Lord Marshall stares down at her with a hard glare, wariness is evident in his eyes to her, his countenance stays stony so that he would not be given away to his superiors. "Do not raise your voice to me, girl. They have been dealt with." His lips thins into a sordid little line.

"NO!" Morrien howls. "NO! THEY COULD NOT HAVE BEEN DEALT WITH! I MUST HAVE MY VENGEANCE!"

"IT IS NOT YOUR VENGEANCE TO BE HAD!" the Lord Mashall bellows back at her.

"HE WAS MINE! THEIR HEADS ARE MINE! YOU CANNOT DENY ME MY MEAT!"

"He was more mine than he was ever yours!"

"You do not know the words you speak! He was mine in all! He was only yours by faith! Give back to me my right! I must have it!"

"ENOUGH! Close your trap, you insolent silencer! I will not have you speak to me that way." To all the other inhabitants of the room he says, "Leave. I have a dealing with this squirming girl." They heed his command. He looks back onto Morrien's rage filled gaze. "Be still, Morrien. I have his best interests in my mind. He is my Head Purifier."

"WAS your Head Purifier. He is nothing now! A body with a trapped soul!"

"Silence! If you are so inclined to dash my forgivings back at me then so be it! You will not have your right!"

Morrien instantly bows her head. "My apologies, my lord."

"We have them. They are currently prisoners within the darker depths. They have not been punished in any form. A little abused due to capture. The soldiers were able to retrieve every single one of them except for two who were able to commit suicide before my soldiers could handle them. I will leave to you their fate," the Lord Marshall nods in her direction.

Morrien breathes deeply, "Yes, my lord." Morrien leaves with a sort of more calm.

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Morrien steps into the dark pit known as the Prison Cooridor. Her eyes drift to the few guards standing by. "Leave." They quickly comply. Morrien then steps up to the cage of her father's killers. She softens her features into that of a curious girl. "You are newly taken men?" she whispers, kneeling down to their level, false sympathy.

One man wearily nods. "Yes."

Naive determination sparks onto Morrien's face. "I must be quick. They will only be gone for so long. Be as quiet as you can. Come, I will get you out of here."

"Why do you do this, girl?" the earlier man questions.

"It's wrong. They took my brother and created an abomination out of him. I will free you in spite of what he has become. Come quickly," she murmurs, opening the cage. She hustles them out of the tiny cage, through a tiny trapdoor a little ways down. "Go through here. Crawl to the grate at the other end, go through it, and then open the door in the room. It will take you down a hall, go down to the fifth hatch, go in and exit through the window."

All the men do as their told, not bothering to question her anymore. "God bless you," says the only man willing to speak to her.

Morrien smiles innocent until they're out of sight. Her face then drops into pure hatred. "Yes, I am very blessed with the opportunity to have my vengeance."

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Morrien descends from a top the staircase slowly. Her eyes stare straight ahead, marking a building as her vantage point. With a ghostly velocity, Morrien disappears before the human eyes. Her figure reappears in a crouch a top of the targeted building in a crouch. Her eyes narrow as if to focus on several different bodies as groups break off from the giant mass. "Inane, insignificant, little mice." Morrien gives a small wave, a signal.

Necro Soldiers pour out from the Basilica. They flow down the alleys and streets that Morrien directs them. She watches all the happenings with a cold eye. One by one, she follows each party of Necro Warriors chasing the small litters of helpless mice. As the savage animals that broke her lord were herded into a corner, the soldiers would retreat and she would then swoop in to take her brutal revenge. She watches and creates all these workings with a bitter, arctic spirit.

Finally, the last party. This is the one with the forgiving man. He questions her as she grips his throat, metallic claw-like nails poised to strike him. "Why? There is no justice in this!" he sputters, flinging small drops of his spittle on her face.

With a numbing intensity she replies, "You destroyed my father."

"You Necromongers have no honor! You destroy our fathers! You destroy our families! There is no justice in this vengeance!"

"We Necromongers give you all a chance! It is we who possess this power. You cannot judge. You are the one on the butcher's table now. This is my wrath! There need be no justice."

"NO! SHE-DEVI-..." his speech blurs into a gurgling death noise. Morrien's hand had plunged into his chest .

"She-devil? Maybe I am," is Morrien's glacial, soft response. She tears her hand from his chest, clutched in her fist is his heart. She drops the man and dramatically exits the alley, returning to the Basilica, Necro Soldiers trailing behind her. They watch her in respectful awe. No soldier has any doubt in her now. All are allied to Morrien in this moment of glory. Morrien will be the matron of their bloody dreams. Morrien casually drops the still warm heart as she ascends the steps. The wet, crimson organ smacks the ground hard, splattering a rosy paint stain on the creamy floor. Morrien licks a few of her fingertips delicately like a kitten. "Sour!" she hisses, dashing her hand to the side, all blood flies from her hand, leaving it clean. "Rebel's blood is always too sour."

A/N: Still a bit short, but longer than the last chapter. Things will be getting a bit...darker. This does have tragedy after all! You've been warned.

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