ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Storm's Debt

by Nyxie

© 2001 Nyxie

Disclaimers: I don’t own Callisto, but her Archetype, Storm, is mine. Gabrielle and Xena are mentioned or eluded to in this story.  This is my story/ monologue/ vignette/ whatever you want to call it. Please don’t play with this it’s been in the works for a year and a half. I wouldn’t appreciate it. Some of the things in here might sound vaguely familiar, because Callisto said them.

Love/Sex: Nope guys, sorry. Not in this one, maybe when Sky and Frankie come back. There is a reference to f/f relationship.

Violence/ Language: Yah, and a lot of it. If you are easily upset by violence, especially school violence then read no further. If you don’t like Strong language, then stop. This is what I think the character would or might feel....

Comments: Thanks... "Oh Captain, my Captain..."   Thanks Captain, for you’re help with this one. To Beck, although you really had nothing to do w/ this one. Tell me what you think... LittleStick2@yahoo.com

Storm Black sits almost alone in silence. It’s dark, but not dark enough for her. Clutched in her hand is a vile, in her other a gun. Scattered about are a few more guns, discarded and useless to her. Bodies, maybe ten, maybe twenty surround her as she rocks back and forth. Storm sighs and starts talking to herself.

She began, "Why not end my life? Really...what have I got? A family. My mother thinks that church can solve everything, my father is Ward- Fucking- Cleaver, and my sister is an angel of God! Like they’ll miss me? I’m nothing but a fucking screw up! A SCREW UP!" she squeezes her eyes shut and runs her fingers through her long, disheveled, bleached hair. Continuing, "What have I got to lose? My chance at heaven? I already sold my soul to Lucifer. I signed the God-damned papers along time ago. Mamma always said, ‘Take love into your heart. Love those who hate you...’ BULL FUCKING SHIT! LOVE THEM AFTER WHAT THEY DID TO ME!? Not a chance in hell! I’ll die and go to hell...or maybe just get oblivion. The oblivion I long for..."

Storm paces across the room and stops as her foot hits a body. She frowns and kicks the corps’s already mangled head. She laughs, "No...you wouldn’t want me to get oblivion. Then again I have to option of living, right? You, little shit, were not given that option, now were you? So sad... Yah I can live and they’ll stick me in a hole somewhere so I can rot an be miserable. That seems to hard; I’ll take my chance in hell." She looks up at the ceiling and screams, "OH GOD, YOU STUPID FUCK, I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING!" She continues, "You’re thinking if I wanted to be dead, I’d be dead. Well you lose, God because I don’t want to be here and I am! Ironically, I can’t die...I’ll never die...There will always be someone who remembers me!" Storm begins laughing hysterically. She looks upward again and repeats, "Someone will always remember me. Storm Devi Black, that name will never die, because I will never let them forget for one, mother fucking second who I am! Whether I live or die, they can’t forget me!"

Storm crouches down and looks at the vile in her hand. She plays with the cap and appears deep in thought. Calmly and softly she asks, "Why was it they could never let me be? I never did nothing to no-one. Before now, I never hurt anyone, I always jest kept to myself. They always found it so hard to leave me alone. They had to make fun of me, torment me, beat me and harass me. Hell they even found it in their hearts to rape me...why? Just fucking tell me, why? Was it my personality? How could it have been that, I never said a word. Maybe it was the way I look...I mean look at me, it’s not like I’m the average girl around here. No-one wears black leather and boots, right? Oh yeah, half of mainstream New York does. WHAT THE HELL WAS IT FOR!? IGNORANCE? HATE? FEAR? I WANT TO FUCKING KNOW, NOW!"

Storm throws the vile at a corpse and it shatters. She stands up and starts pacing again. She holds the gun tighter and begins calming down again. She says softly, "And the problem with society is that you all judge people. But you don’t do it by what’s inside...you do it with your eyes. You don’t look past it and now what? I am here; I’m standing here naked to the world. Anyone can see how I feel, but does anyone care? No...they’ll see me as a psychotic bitch, barbarian. They’ll never know the truth and they’ll never care to know the truth." She screams, "I DID IT AND I DON’T CARE! I DID THIS; I FUCKING DID THIS! I’M NOT CRYING AND I’M NOT REGRETTING IT, AND I’M NOT HURTING BECAUSE OF IT! I DON’T HURT BECAUSE I KILLED YOUR SORRY ASSES! I HURT BECAUSE YOU MADE ME HURT....and now I’ve hurt you..."

A small blonde body moves. She’s wrapped in the arms of her dead girl friend; she’s clinging to the body of her lover as though it were a life line. She herself is wounded. She pleads, "Help me?"

Storm walks over to her an kneels down beside her. She asks, "Help you? Why would I do that, you’re the lover of the brunette bitch. She made me miserable for years...now I know if she were alive she’d be miserable to know that I’m going to kill her little Gabrielle. I took care of her real good, didn’t I?" She aims the gun at the already dead body and fires.

Blood spatters from her lover's head and splatters all over Gabrielle’s face. She screams as tears pour from her eyes, "She was sorry...she told you that! Please... help me."

Storm takes aim and fires at Gabrielle’s head. A direct hit kills her instantly. She smiles, "I helped you, you dumb bitch. You and your amazon whore are dead and that helps the world. Such a pretty day for a blood bath...or at least I thought so. Perhaps I’ll join you...maybe now or maybe never. You two get another chance, yet I get to burn in hell. You killed me so long ago, but you end up happy somewhere. I rot in hell...that’s fair, especially when you killed me so long ago. People don’t see that as a fucking crime. They probably think I deserved it. But did I? More on the no side..."

Storm stands up and begins again, "But seriously, there’s no hope for me. None. Now it looks like the biggest joke of all is that I am worm food, and my soul is worm food and no matter how good I was I always paid for it. ALWAYS!" She kicks Gabrielle’s head and laughs as it splits open. "You never thought I could get even, did you, amazon? Look at me now, I’m a one woman wrecking crew. Not only did I kill you and your lover, I killed ten...twenty more like you! It’s was over too quickly."

Storm sits down beside the bodies and starts speaking directly to them. She says, "But the funny thing is I’m still not sorry. You deserved to die like the swing you are. I hate you and I’m glad you’re dead." She starts crying as she looks at the blood on her hands. She asks, "Now what? Live? No die. Yeah, and your blood is on my hands, but mine is on yours..." She takes the gun and positions it in her mouth. She pulls the trigger and then there is

darkness....

nothing....

darkness...

death...

darkness...

pain...

darkness...

guilt...

darkness...

darkness...

darkness...

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