Avery Winterfell
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Posted - 2011.03.15 20:01:00 -
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Avery's Birthday
Avery stood looking out the window, not seeing anything but where the condensation had turned to ice. She was mesmerized by the way it had taken hold and grown. ItĘs intricate design, beautiful, but cold and painful to the touch. And now it almost completely covered the entire window. It mirrored her plan to expand her fathers trade routes, system by sytem. New Eden was not prepared for Avery Winterfell. She had set her plan in motion, to take her fatherĘs freighters and trade routes for her own. Her father was a fool, even with two CharonĘs he was happy to stay where he was and force her to do his bidding. Avery was determined and she had made sure he would never leave or cause her pain ever again. She had already turned the heat off, packed, and was ready to leave this cold godforsaken planet. She was 17, a woman, and this was going to be her birthday gift to herself. She tried to enjoy the moment but the ice had already taken her soul and now winter was taking hold of her home, her prison. It was time to find some warmth, and the only way she knew to do that was through wealth.
Horror, it had been seared into her very being, to live with her until the day she died. She had just turned 13 when her father came into her room, to steal kisses from the birthday girl, as he called it, But Avery knew he was there to plunder her virginity. His hair was black and he kept it short. He was a sloppy man, slovenly at best. He was tall, and within two strides he was at the bed. He laid his weight upon her, forced her legs apart and grunted his breath across her cheek. Hours it seemed, and with every thrust a layer of her heart turned to stone. And when he was done, He whispered, I love you Avery. That was the moment the ice began to grow.
Avery remembered how her mother had burst into the room, to late. He was done, she lay ragged and crying on the bed, her father leapt off her flying across the room to grab her mothers throat and throw her to the floor. He was beating her, she heard her mothers jaw crack. The blood was flowing from her face and dripping onto the floor. It all happened so fast, a moment, and her world was gone. Then the thunk, as he released his grip and her head fell to the floor. He turned and looked at her, Avery had tears streaming down her cheeks, a scream unable to be released, and he said, One word, and this will be you. I did this for you Avery.
Avery reached out to the window, to touch the ice that had formed. She had long delicate fingers. She was tall, like her father, with brunet hair that stretched to reach her waist. Her face was young, but you could see the years in her eyes, the structure was set as if it had been perfectly placed, her ears were holding her hair back away from her face. She would have been beautiful, but there was something missing, She was stern, hard and cold. Something was gone from those deep brown eyes, love perhaps.
As her fingers touched the ice, the window broke from the warmth of the blood on her fingers. She quickly turned and moved to her bedroom door. Her jacket was cinched tight against her form. A woman grown and determination in those dark brown eyes. She opened the door and looked back at her father. He lay fully clothed on the bed and his throat had been sliced down to the bone. Goodbye father, for the devil be your savior. Avery thought of the ice, intricate, beautiful and cold. No one will ever touch me again she thought to herself. Grinning, she shut the door and was gone, to seek warmth and wealth through the trade routes.
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